03-24-2022, 10:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-24-2022, 10:33 AM by BoredAssistant.)
At Prestonwood Mall in '89 or '90, my parents made me run and purchase a basketball at that sports store on the lower level (upper level?) because James Donaldson was signing autographs. Tall guy and he seemed really nice. At DFW airport around '92, my parents, obviously not born in the states, met Rolando Blackman in the lobby and started talking to him. They had no clue who he was. He ended up signing an autograph for them which my mother had framed. Both of my parents, but especially my mother, were blown away by how nice he was. Her face lights up when his name is brought up. You're the man, Rolando!