They say joy and woe are woven fine. Hell, no, he wouldn't wish this past year on a tax collector, but there was this funny light that leaked out of his darkness. Marv started thinking how lucky he was. He took time to really know Heather and was humbled that she was still sitting there next to him.
"Most of my friends said 'Leave,' " she says, "and it would have been so easy. But we have something strong and wonderful. We love each other. You don't just throw someone away when times get hard. I didn't do anything for him that he wouldn't have done for me."
You knew the old Marv was dead the day he bought a dog. Actually, he bought two—two pugs. He took them to the park. He accompanied them to puppy school. He'd fall asleep on the couch with them to the gentle tones of Sacramento versus Toronto.
Last week Marv Albert was hired back where he started 31 years ago, calling Knicks games on radio. He'll also do the nightly Sportsdesk highlight show on MSG. That's it. No national glamour. No four gigs at once. No going months between deep breaths. "I don't ever want to go back to the way I was," he says. "I want to leave a lot of windows open."
That day, when he got home, he opened the door a crack and the pugs ran straight out. Then they ran straight back to him.