Ok, so I'm a communications construction contractor (telephone, fiber optics, cable). On a Saturday night in March 2007, I am involved in a house move on Sunnyside Rd. and SE 92nd. A house move is where they put a house on wheels and move it from one location to another. Our job is to raise the comm. lines, so the house can pass under. It's about 1am and I'm standing all alone in a barricaded section of road, talking to my guys on the radio, when a big white stretch limo pulls into the blocked off area. So as I start to walk towards it (to tell him to get out of here) it pulls right up to me, even to the rear door. I figure someone is going to roll the window down and ask for directions? Well, the door opens and a guy jumps out. It's Terry Emmert of Emmert International, whom I had met before. It was his company peforming the house move. He comes up, puts his arm around me and with alcohol laden, asks how it's going. I say, well you're in a limo and a suit and I'm in a hard hat on a Saturday night, how do ya think it's goin? He mumbles something a takes off down the road for the house. So I'm standing there, and out of the limo climbs Clyde. One of my all time favorite players. Just him and me, no one within a quarter mile of us.
We stood and talked for at least ten minutes, while Emmert was wondering around. This was just after Steve Patterson had resigned, and the Blazers were in need of both a president and a gm. I asked if he were here to interview and he said he wasn't able to say, so I took that as a yes. I did ask that he seriously consider a position, to bring some class back to the organization, but he said they hadn't offered anything yet. In hindsight, I guess he isn't really the front office type.
I got to tell him about a couple of my favorite memories involving him. One was when I got to take my father (before he passed) to see him and the original Dream Team and stand behind the basket for warm-ups and layup drills. The other was the 1992 All-Star game, when with about a minute and a half to go, Clyde was clearly the MVP and yet he gave that up to let Magic have his last hurrah. On the final possession, Clyde made sure that Magic got the ball for the final shot. What a class act.
As Emmert came back, I got to thank Clyde for all the memories, shook his hand again and wished him well. As I watched them drive away, I was immediately back on the radio telling all the guys my story.