As I was walking from the media room to the court to watch guys shoot around before tonight's game, I saw Mike Brown come into the building carrying a suit over one arm, and an ironing board, still wrapped in plastic, under the other.
An ironing board?
"I like to iron my shirts before the game," he said.
Fair enough. I once ran into Eric Clapton at a laundromat. Turns out he finds it relaxing to do his own laundry while on the road. Everyone has his habits, and you have to respect guys who don't require a valet for daily tasks. Even better, Brown picked up his ironing board himself at Target on the way to the arena.
Call it a hunch, but I doubt Phil Jackson spent much time roaming the aisles of his neighborhood Tar-zhay.