IN WHICH GERALD GREEN ROCKS A FEW RIMS, GETS THE A-LIST TREATMENT ON THE STRIP-AND SURVIVES ONE NASTY TOOTHACHE
GERALD GREEN'S best weekend ever begins with a toothache.
It's the Friday morning before the NBA Slam Dunk contest, and the nagging pain just won't go away. Maybe if he eats something. Sitting in a Reebok marketing exec's suite at the Palms, Green peruses a room service menu and settles on a cheese omelet, mixed fruit and a glass of OJ. Then he starts to pace, letting out slow, measured breaths. "Cancel that order," he yells moments later. "I got to get to a dentist right now." The exec, ...
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