I had just moved to Milwaukee from Detroit, working for an ad agency there, and was at a Pistons-Bucks game the row behind the floor seats. This would have been winter of 1992. Bucks knocked the ball out of bounds near me. A still-black-haired Rodman came to inbound the ball maybe ten feet from me. I yell something along the lines of, “all right, Worm, go get ’em!” He glances over my way for half a second, looking a tad startled. I don’t think he expected to hear that from a Milwaukee crowd.
I think it might have been this game. I blame myself.
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