I flew back to L.A. last night after a week of intense and fruitful story meetings in New Orleans.
Seated behind me on the plane was Byron Scott, a former Laker from the “Showtime” era. Scott won three NBA Championships alongside Magic and Kareem.
He is now head coach of the New Orleans Hornets.
I didn’t recognize him. But one economy passenger did... as soon as he boarded. Dude smiled and said, “Mr. Scott, can we trade seats?”
Something else cute happened. While Byron Scott was getting situated, his wife remembered that she left her cell phone in the departure lounge, recharging. Scott went out and got it.
I woulda been like, “Bitch, you left it out there, you go get it!” But Byron Scott was cool about it.
He was also gracious enough to share fist-bumps with a couple of young cats when we got off the plane at LAX... airline employees waiting behind empty wheelchairs. Made their night, no doubt.
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