Back from an official event from another hotel, Kris and I were so tired and raring to have one of those foot massages when our companions met us in the lobby excitedly. What was the commotion about? An NBA basketball player is coming in town and checking into our hotel, was the buzz.  My ears perked. I stopped watching since Jordan so I wouldn’t know of anybody except for the names I heard being called on the Playstation game.  Oh, and of course, that Bryant boy. So who was this Tracy McGrady guy? No idea, except that I saw these boys waiting for him holding huge photos and placards. They were huge fans who were waiting to get a glimpse of him and I didn’t know for how long. My feet were aching and longing for a massage but I chatted with them for a bit, and told him my boys back home were NBA fans as well, but I wasn’t sure if McGrady was on their list, too. One particular boy caught my heart …