CHICAGO -- Before the scoreboard went nuclear and eardrum-tearing music bombarded the United Center, in the back corner of the quiet home locker room, Nate Robinson heard a familiar beat coming from Carlos Boozer’s headphones.
“That,” Robinson said, “is an anthem.”
Robinson and Boozer, and just maybe this columnist, bobbed their heads to the beginning bars of Notorious B.I.G.’s “Juicy.”
“It was all a dream ...”
It was a dream, wasn’t it?