RIP Dennis.
When I was a b-ball crazy kid and the Celtics came to town, I hid in the lobby of a hotel where they were staying and waited for them to arrive. I saw Dennis and slid onto an elevator as he was getting in and rode with him--in silence--for five floors until he got off. I couldn't even talk to the guy he was such a hero of mine.
Sad day for me. I loved that guy.
