Hey, This Turning 40 Ain't So Bad After All
Rick Reilly
April 13, 1998
Turned 40 recently. Asked what I wanted, I said, "The Perfect Day."
7:30—Arrive refreshed in Seattle for Bulls-Sonics game. Get seated courtside between Alan Greenspan and Warren Buffett, who exchange insider stock tips.
8:01—Bryant Gumbel canceled.
8:45—Have lucky seat number, swish million-dollar half-court shot, sign 10-day Bulls contract and suit up immediately.
9:57—Make move that twists Gary Payton into Picasso painting, then nail jumper to win game.
10:45—Dinner with Michael Ovitz, who interrupts enjoyment of BBQ wings, chili-cheese fries and Guinness with plan for multimillion-dollar Bic pen endorsement.
11:01—Wipe face on Ovitz's Joseph Abboud suit.
11:05—Meet Charles Barkley for postgame relaxation.
11:06—Barkley graciously allows me to throw first fan through plate-glass window.
1 a.m.—Swimsuit model Heidi Klum begins foot massage in par-5-length limo, suggests strip poker. She's not holding any cards.
2:30—Discover 432 unpublished columns by Damon Runyon in bottom dresser drawer.