She finally moved in with Rice in Charlotte near the middle of last season—they plan to be married in September in Miami—and became his strongest supporter and toughest critic. "She may not know everything about basketball, but she knows me," Rice says. His scoring surge this season began after Fernandez told him he wasn't being aggressive enough on offense.
The Hornets, with whom Rice has three seasons left (for $17.1 million) on his contract, have benefited mightily from her critique. They're even willing to put up with his singing. Rice's only superstition during his spectacular stretch has been to sing the R. Kelly song I Believe I Can Fly, from the movie Space Jam, in the locker room before every game. "Don't bring up that song," says Dunn. "I mean, it's a good song, but I'm hearing it in my sleep now."
And Rice can probably make jump shots in his sleep. He can definitely make three-pointers with his eyes closed, as he proved to teammate Tony Smith during warmups recently. It must be the result of all those nights shooting in the dark, a practice he has long since given up. In Glen Rice's life right now, there is nothing but light.