Inside the long and narrow hallway that parallels the Celtics and away team’s locker rooms, I looked up and suddenly found myself alone with Mike Gorman.
I quickly debated whether or not to say anything. I didn’t want to bother him, but I also wanted to acknowledge him. I made a split-second decision to speak up, and I’m glad I did.
I don’t remember exactly what I said, but it was something along the lines of: “Hey Mike, Trevor Hass. I just wanted to thank you so much for everything you’ve done over the years.