Teague Alexy is a Duluth-based musician and writer who grew up in Somers Point, N.J. teaguealexy.com
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Growing up in Somers Point, N.J., the busiest week of the summer was the annual LPGA tournament at the Sands Country Club, owned by Sands Hotel and Casino in nearby Atlantic City. In the days leading up to the tournament, there would be celebrity golf events with members of the Philadelphia Flyers, Hall of Fame baseball players and other celebrities the casino paid to play golf, interact with the guests and gamble at Sands casino. What made the summer of 1985 different was that Michael Jordan was among the celebrities!
I was worn to a frazzle when I approached the counter at Rockin' Dave's Bagel Bistro in Bend, Ore. My band, Hobo Nephews of Uncle Frank, had been on the road for three weeks. We'd played the previous night in Bend and would soon be on the road to Seattle. "One everything bagel egg sandwich, one toasted salt bagel with plain cream cheese and a large coffee."
I was renting a room in my friend Gradi's house in Linwood, New Jersey, 10 blocks from my hometown, Somers Point. Gradi had been on a baseball scholarship to Farleigh Dickinson University. A knee injury and some drunken debauchery on campus brought him home.
"C'mon, man. Pass the ball." This Southern-California-hot-dog stuff would never fly on the Jersey Shore. I had just moved to San Diego and came to the courts by myself. I waited three games to get on. I would be leaving after we lost this game. My team was a bunch of ball hogs. They were all Kobe Bryant fans. It was 1997. Kobe was only a teenager coming off the bench for the Lakers, but his arrogance, swagger and outrageous talent had already infected the California playgrounds.