There I am, sitting in the lobby of Mike Scott’s Philadelphia apartment building. It has a hotel-type vibe, with a help desk straight ahead and a bar located to the right as you walk in. I patiently wait as residents come down, one by one, to pick up their food deliveries. Then suddenly, Scott appears. He’s wearing relaxed apparel: a Nike hoodie, shorts and a pair of shades. He's just arrived home from a practice session that ran long, as the Sixers had suffered a Game 1 loss to the Brooklyn Nets the day prior.
As we enter the elevator, an older gentleman simultaneously hops on.