My memory is horrendous. Birthdays, appointments, events and the like are subject to be lost in the confines of my mind if I forget to write them down. Few things outside of Seinfeld quotes and song lyrics imprint themselves into my brain. One experience that has stuck with me, though, is when D’Angelo Russell joined the Brooklyn Nets.
I can recall that evening vividly. It was a Tuesday. The sweltering New York heat began to subside as the sun tucked itself in behind the horizon. Dinner that evening was a burrito from Moe’s. I pulled into the parking lot, ready to destroy a delicious combination of rice, steak, and cheese, complemented by lettuce, sour cream, and queso.