The summer before my senior year of high school I met Charles Barkley at an auto race in Birmingham Alabama. As we were posing for a photo he looked up at me and asked "how old are you, son?" I told him that I was 17, and he turned back toward the camera and said "you'd make a nice small forward somewhere."
I didn't have the heart to tell him that I'm 6'8" and don't like basketball
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