"And this is only the beginning, Shaq," I tell the great man. "If you're really interested, we can become creative."
"Think about it. Don't make a decision now. Think."
"We will talk again. Right?"
"Next," the great man says.
I move through the crowd that has gathered at the door. Pandemonium. I see the Orlando representative holding the hand of Mickey Mouse. The rep looks nervous. Mickey looks nervous. I see the Lakers' representative holding the hand of Steven Spielberg. A movie deal, no doubt. I see the rep of another team—I am not sure which—holding the Mona Lisa.
I am not worried. I feel good about our meeting. Damn good. We are in the ballpark. I think that when the great man has a chance to reflect, he will see that our offer was fair, more than fair. Innovative, to be sure. I think, in the end, the myrrh—whatever it is—will be a factor.
I wonder how the negotiations are going at Michael's house.