They won the last 20 games I went to. I wore the same black T-shirt and jeans, same boots, same jacket, same underwear, same watch—everything—all the way through the finals. They thanked me big time. At the players’ party after, Kyle Clifford gave me a black eye. He was hugging me hard to take a picture and hit me in the eye. It was the biggest honor.

I go up the steps and then walk down, so I do the hard part first. Once you turn 50 you’ve got to do a lot of stuff to prove you’re still a man; I got a motorcycle and ride it there. I came back down once and the motorcycle was kind of cockeyed. It’s so heavy I was having trouble turning it around, and these two young guys with no shirts on—one of them was literally Adonis—they recognized me or whatever and pushed my bike up in front of my wife. It was much appreciated. I’d still be there otherwise. It’s a heavy bike! But if it was all super fit people there, I would definitely not go.