So That's Why Athletes Live in Gated Communities

Kevin Ding of the Orange County Register just talked to Luke Walton about something pretty disturbing that has been happening over the last year.

Namely, his stalker.

The police and Lakers security are now involved, and Walton hopes the episode is behind him.

Ding promises a column on the topic in the near future. In the meantime, he has assembled a number of quotes from Luke Walton, telling the scary tale.

She seemed nice enough (when she first began appearing regularly outside the Lakers' El Segundo practice facility for autographs), and there are a lot of people who are out there all the time. I would sign stuff for them most of the time, but every once in a while you're in a rush trying to get somwhere after practice. So one time I waved and said I had to be somewhere.

And I saw her reach her pen out, and I didn't think anything of it, and when I got to my house, I saw I had a big blue mark all down the side of my car from her Sharpie pen. So then I was like, "That's messed up. I sign stuff for her all the time. Now she does that; I'm not going to sign anything for her anymore."

That's before I knew she was stalking me. ...

A couple of days later, I was signing stuff, and she came up. And I just rolled up my window and drove off. And as I was driving off, she threw her basketball at my car. It didn't hit the car, but I saw it was bouncing down Nash Street. And I was kind of laughing like, "She's kind of lost it." But at the same time, it was like, she's really starting to pick up what she's doing. ...

Once I moved out of the gated community, that's when I started noticing. I'd come home, and the same car with tinted windows would be parked across the street all the time. One time, I was like, 'I swear I see someone there.'

So I walked up and saw her, and she had a hat on, and I said, "I can't believe this is the same chick from the practice site." And then for a while, everywhere I went, I'd see her park like a street down. As soon as I took off, she's start following me. ...

I'll be going somewhere, and she'll be following me everywhere I go. I'll start really driving nuts, and she's right behind me, staying with me. It sucks, because you figure you just go out and play basketball and you have your personal life, but then you have to start worrying about stuff like, "I don't want to drive to my teammates' houses if she's following me, because I don't want her to know where my teammates live.'"

It was more an annoyance than anything else until recently when she did that gun thing (gesturing at him with her hand as if shooting at him). And then I was like, "All right. Now she's crossed the line."