It was snowing. I had not slept on my red-eye flight. I had arrived by taxi at Giants Stadium at 7 in the morning to retrieve my car, at which time I discovered taxis from Newark Airport to Giants Stadium cost more than I knew.
So I had to beg the guard in the security booth at the players’ entrance to lend me $10, with the promise I would return when the locker room opened to reporters that afternoon and pay him back. He reluctantly obliged.
I was too dazed and confused to care. This was on Jan.