It was November 10, 2000. I was seven years old, wide-eyed and filled with wonderment in Reunion Arena at my first Dallas Mavericks game. I might have watched one or two Mavericks games before that, but I had no idea who anybody was on the roster. Little did I know that game would change my life.
With four seconds left, after the Spurs missed two easy shots and snatched two offensive rebounds, Avery Johnson canned a three-point shot to tie the game at 77.
Timeout Dallas.
I don’t remember if I was nervous or anxious during the timeout, I only remember what happened after.