Allen Iverson ran into Su Xi at a urinal in the VIP restroom of the Super Dome Arena, just 35 minutes after telling the media, "If Jack Su wants to defend TJ Ford, he'd have to have my speed."
He'd said it because it was part of the job. He wasn't one for schmoozing or playing social games. But his agent treated him well, so he had to do Les a favor. Besides, TJ Ford was humble and respectful toward him, and the kid really was fast.
Su Xi was thrilled to see Iverson. He instinctively shifted his body to the side, his face lighting up. "I can't believe I'm running into you here, Mr. Iverson. I voted for you for the All-Star game."
The gesture was a bit awkward, given the circumstances.
Iverson was shorter than him, so when Su Xi turned slightly, Iverson caught sight of something massive—something befitting the name of the arena itself.
This took Iverson by surprise, and a newfound respect bloomed within him.
"Thanks."
Iverson instinctively shifted his own body.
