About 3 weeks ago I went to lunch at my parents' house. My mom was cleaning out a closet and asked me to go through some boxes of stuff that were mine, take what I wanted and throw out the rest.
One of the boxes contained all sorts of scrapbook stuff that only a parent would save (high school newspaper articles, report cards, etc.) Along the way, I started saving tons of sports clippings as well. Why I saved ticket stubs to Memphis State-McNeese State basketball games, I'll never know. There was one item that just made me laugh. It's the letter found below. You can click on the image if you need a larger, more readable version.
The letter leads to so many different questions.
Was I a big Latrell Sprewell fan at some point?
No, not even remotely.
Why would I ever write him?
I was a huge sports card dork (recovering) and basically sent out cards to about 500 players over the course of several years trying to get them to autograph them and send them back. (Yes, I still have an autographed Rodney Rodgers rookie card and no, I didn't have a girlfriend for quite some time).
Why would I keep this?
I have no clue, it's beyond me.
Is there a funnier player to have a letter from knowing what we know now?
This has to rank up there. A Sprewell letter on Warriors letterhead ranks right next to owning a Rae Carruth promise ring or a O.J. Simpson autographed bloody gloove. I could probably sell this letter on ebay if it had some of P.J. Carlesimo's neck hair on it. Priceless.
Lastly, what's even better, is some of Sprewell's words. He claims he couldn't sign my card because he receives far too many requests like this. Really, Latrell was getting hundreds of requests a day? Hardly. Also, it says he sent me some Warriors items. I have no clue what they were. I kept the letter, but not the Warriors memorabilia. Baffling. Last, I love the closing, "yours in basketball." Right back at you Spree.