Donald Sterling literally introduced me to everyone. Hereâ€™s how he did it, every single time, to every single group of people, while holding on to my hand:
â€œEveryone, have you met our newest star? This is Blake! He was the number one pick in the entire NBA draft. Number one! Blake, where are you from?â€
Then Iâ€™d say I was from Oklahoma.
â€œOklahoma! And tell these people what you think about LA.â€
Then Iâ€™d say it was pretty cool.
â€œAnd what about the women in LA, Blake?â€
It was the same conversation with every group of people. When he would start having a one-on-one conversation with someone, Iâ€™d try to slip away, and heâ€™d reach back and paw my hand without even breaking eye contact with the person. Whenever he didnâ€™t have anything left to say, he just turned around and walked us over to the next group.
â€œâ€¦ Have you met our newest star?â€
It went on like this forever. At one point, a guy who had clearly been to a bunch of these parties turned to me and said, â€œJust keep smiling, man. Itâ€™ll all be over soon.â€
At this point, a lot of you are probably wondering why I didnâ€™t pull my hand away, or why I didnâ€™t just leave the party. For one, I was a 20-year-old kid from Oklahoma. But even if I had been 25, I donâ€™t know if it wouldâ€™ve been any different. The guy was my boss. Ask yourself, how would you react if your boss was doing the same thing to you?
Umm, Iâ€™d walk out, call my agent, demand a trade and if that didnâ€™t happen then, file a complaint with the union, the NBA, and then evaluate my options of holding out and playing in Europe. Â Of course that is just me. Â I enforce my personal bubble.
The post comes from The Playerâ€™s Tribune which is Derek Jeterâ€™s new venture.