In the fall of 1980, a few weeks before the Dallas Mavericks opened their first inaugural season in the NBA, I attended a preseason game with a date—my future wife Sarah, whom I married a year later.
Some weeks later, my then-apartment mate, Jimmy Weiss, was reading his October 27th edition of Sports Illustrated at about 11pm when he screamed out, “Bobby, Bobby, you’re in Sports Illustrated.”
I had no idea anyone had taken our picture or that it would be published in that magazine. So, my wife and I can always say, “We were in SI.”
We’ve been married now for 43 years.