It was a mild summer evening. My friend, Alan and I were strolling along downtown Toronto when it suddenly rained. Taking shelter in the Eaton Centre, we got hungry and went to McDonald’s. I was so focused on what I was going to order when Alan kept poking me and tugging at my shirt.
“It’s Jose!” Alan kept whispering. Confused, I responded, “Jose?”
I turned and to my left was a rather ordinary-looking guy in a white-and-black Adidas tracksuit. It took me a few seconds to realize that this man was the one-and-only Jose Calderon, “Numero Ocho” of the Toronto Raptors.