Waiting For The Night Flight

Waiting for the Night FlightI'm in the Phoenix airport, 11:05 at night, between planes, when I see them sitting across from me in the Concourse Lounge, their long legs splayed awkwardly beneath the bar tables. I recognize them right away or, rather, him, since I don't know the other guy, though by his size, he must be a basketball player, too. Him is Magic Johnson, All-Pro guard for the Los Angeles Lakers, my used-to-be-favorite team. I say "used to be" because I don't live in Los Ange...