by DC Livers
Special to Black Press Sports
(www.BlackPressRadio) - The day that Carmelo Anthony came to the Knicks, I was probably the only person in the city upset that he was coming to town on that day.
I'd had the day planned to play hooky from work and take my lil one to the movie. It had been so long since we went to a movie, I'd almost forgotten how to spell the word. My little one and I were just about to turn the corner and the movie theater was a block away, but instead my phone went off. A press conference was called to introduce 'Melo. I was instantly pissed.
I managed to get a friend who lived near Madison Square Garden to agree to watch my child for an hour or two so I could go see what the fuss was all about. When I dropped the baby off, I had my expensive camera in tow. I figured if I had to be there, I might as well rock it. But, as any single mama knows things fall apart at the worst times. I was about to find out just how quickly that would apply to me.
Earlier that day, one of my favorite sportswriters
Tony Williams, had published an awesome report with the kick-ass headline about "The Carmelo Curse." It was ballsy - and to be frank, Tony's best work in my opinion. I was still chuckling about the article as I raced into The Garden, I was thankful for the renovations and construction because I could enter the front of the building instead of the usual media entrance.
As I was heading to the room where the press conference was being held, I turned around and Melo and his entourage were right behind me. I smiled to myself at the exclusive photo I was about to get. I reached for my camera - still smiling - and realized in a flash: I left the camera in a New York City taxi in front of The Garden. Needless to say, I cursed Mr. Melo again.
Anyone whose ever seen The Garden knows, I'd have better luck finding a needle in a haystack. I was already not liking Mr. Anthony and was hoping we'd find a way to co-exist. I wasn't really liking him very much already when I met his wife, LaLa. She was wearing six inch, custom made heels.
I saw a reporter fumbling with his iPhone and decided to "help him out" by showing him how to use it. I snapped a pic of LaLa's shoes, a few of the press conference with Carmelo and then "showed" my fellow sportswriter how to email the photos to yourself. Hey, I wasn't going to miss the story even if I had lost my camera.
I spotted Tony and went to congratulate him on the article. He wasn't tweeting so I said, "Let me show you how to use Twitter to own a story." I went to my email, snagged the pics I'd just taken from the iPhone and posted them on the BlackPressRadio Twitter account. I made up a cool relatable hashtag and sat back and watched social media eat it up.
It was a long, long night and the beginning of an interesting relationship with Carmelo and his family.
Working with Carmelo also started my blog "Knicks Chicks" dedicated to women "who love sports and fashion." I fell in love with their super cute son, Kiyan, and loved seeing him at Kids Rock! and other events. Over time felt the iceberg melt and respect creep in for Anthony. I was there when he and his family unveiled his wax statue at Madam Trusao and for many red carpet events. Eventually, our audience voted Carmelo and his family "First Family of Black Press Radio."
To think it all started with a lost camera. Over the years, I've watched Kiyan become a kid model and now a handsome tween. It's been amazing watching LaLa's dreams of being in Hollywood and acting come to be. And Carmelo has grown into a statesman with his Puerto Rican basketball court project and now the boxing program.
It's been fun covering the champ and finally realizing that it takes a champ to cover a champ. I'm still getting used to people calling me that, but my little one gets a kick out of it so I'm warming up to it.
While this season may not produce a championship ring, off the court, at least, Carmelo is already king.
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