Thanks, lurker. Those pictures of Big Rip are what I remember him looking like in that halftime feature from the '05 Finals that I mentioned above. Still, even though he doesn't quite look like it in those pics, I can't shake the memory of him looking like Rip Jr. with a beard when they were at the Final Four!
Pretty classic stuff in that book excerpt you linked to at ESPN, from Rip's birthday party a couple of years ago:
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I spend most of the night just inside the roped-off VIP area chatting up the Coatesville crew and watching the women vying to crash the party. One in her mid-20s, dressed in fishnet stockings and a tight black skirt, manages to convince a bouncer that she's a guest. She gets all the way to the tight hallway outside the former champagne room. She can see Hamilton's white do-rag bobbing in the crowd. She whispers something to the bouncer guarding the entrance. He isn't buying it. She'll have to wait for Hamilton to come to her.
She stands for nearly 25 minutes with her neck craned skyward, staring intently in Hamilton's direction, willing him to make eye contact with her.
"Do you know Rip?" I ask her.
"Yeah, I met him twice. Once at a mall," she says with confidence. "He definitely remembers me. I'm just waiting for him to come out. We're really good friends."
"If you're such good friends, how come you're standing here?"
She shoots me a frown.
"The bouncer doesn't recognize me. They usually have a different bouncer here."
When the house lights come up, it takes the club's staff nearly half an hour to clear the way for Hamilton's crew. The girls in fishnet's gang are reluctant to leave without any face time. Two bouncers drag one away by the arms. She curses them, telling them that her brother will be back to shoot up the place.
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Is her brother's name...Stephen Jackson?
Gotta love the "I met him twice, we're really good friends" story. Oh, but once was at a mall!
