"Three thousand signatures," Que, the Reebok guy, says. "How long would that take?"
"I'm pretty fast," Iverson says. "I bet I could do it in a day."
Not this day. He has to go. No time. "We'll set everything up for some other day," he tells the woman in the blue dress. "I'll just come, here and do it. O.K.?"
I watch as he leaves the Healthplex with Que and Arthur and his other friends, off to the next event in their new life. The woman is reeling. I watch as she calls her people together to take the basketballs out of the room, back to the dollies, back to the elevator, back through the halls, back to the truck. Six hundred basketballs.
We have liftoff. The new guy is in charge, even at the beginning, as he moves along to stardom.