One year at one of the preseason tipoff scrimmages, I decided to make a dash to the restroom as all the hype began.
I was mildly surprised that the hallways were totally silent, absolutely deserted. Except as I passed the basketball offices, the door swung open, and Johnny stepped out.
Clad in a white tie and tails.
I swear, he looked at me, just daring me to say something about his white monkey suit. Instead, both of us nodded at one another, and went our separate ways.
Several years later, after he retired, I worked with Johnny on a business project over the course of several weeks. Johnny being Johnny (and me being me), we talked about a bunch of other stuff, too.
I never brought up that white tux, and that I was “that guy”.