They'd say, "O.K."
Michael came from a good family. I never really saw him abuse his fame. He always kept his word. He was generous. He remembered everyone's name.
I've heard all kinds of stories about his golf games. Mike has serious bets going all the time when he's golfing, because it adds pressure. He'll book an hour of tee times before him and after him so no one else is around. He's a good golfer. All his friends can play.
The last time I shot Jordan was last year. I went into a room in the clubhouse of a private golf course in Chapel Hill, N.C., to say hello, and the usual people were there, his guys. They were like, "Oh, God, I didn't know they were hiring retired people. What are you still working for, Walter?" Always needling, all the time. I had a roll of ones with a couple of hundreds wrapped around them. I took it out and threw it on the table. I said, "I'm ready for you."
Michael said, "Walter, you don't have enough money in any of your banks to play with me. You can play behind me." So I played in his draft.
On that visit I said, "Mike, do you remember the pictures we did?"
He said, "What, do you think I'm dumb?"
I said, "I'm serious. What's your favorite?"
He said, "I really like that roof shot. That was really clever of you to do that. And I liked the blue dunk."
I said, "I'm just checking."