It’s a February night in the 1992-93 NBA season. The Suns have just won another game, and Dan Majerle has settled into a back booth at the new sports bar in downtown Phoenix that bears his name.
He’s trying to eat but his meal is constantly interrupted by autograph seekers, most of whom are young women. One particularly enthusiastic woman lifts her blouse and asks Majerle to sign her abdomen.
This goes on for more than an hour.
The Suns haven’t accomplished anything yet. Their comeback from a 2-0 deficit against the Los Angeles Lakers in the first round of the playoffs – a series forever marked by coach Paul Westphal’s guarantee – is still more than two months away.