Sunday, Oct. 5, 9 p.m.
St. Cloud, Minnesota. I'm here. Radisson Hotel. To ensure anonymity, I check in under the name Craig Kilborn.
Monday, Oct. 6, 8:30 a.m.
Breakfast buffet with the team. I load up on scrambled eggs and bacon. There's something magical about free food.
KG [ Kevin Garnett] pulls me aside and advises, "Play hard. Rest when you have to. Whatever you do, don't throw up on the court."
Back brace on. Practice begins. First drill, "guard close out," involves defense. I quickly lose interest.
After practice, a game of H-O-R-S-E with KG. I get him to R, then let him win. Need to keep his confidence up.
A three-on-two drill during second practice, and it happens. The Pass. Sam Cassell in the middle, I'm streaking down the left side. KG trails on the right. Sammy hits me. Bang-bang. I execute a one-handed, no-look touch pass to KG for the slam. God, that felt good! G.M. Kevin McHale comes over to high five. "Great pass! Like a young Pistol Pete," he says.
Dinner with the guys. I raise my beer and toast the Pass.
Tuesday, Oct. 7, 10:40 a.m.
Morning practice before our intrasquad game that night. An assistant coach is teaching me the offense. "Eighty-four. There'll be a double pick. Pop out baseline. By the way, who was that girl on your show who got a 45-minute massage on her ass?"
"Kate Beckinsale," I say.