Former Kentucky great Rex Chapman has a story on his blog about a guy that just won’t leave him alone, a stalker if you will.
My mother began receiving fan mail for me when I was in HS. She made me respond to it until I left for college. It was a good lesson. I got to college and UK would get fan mail for me – and I’d spend about an hour a day returning fan mail. But my mom kept getting fan mail from people even when I’d left for college. Feeling bad because I wasn’t home to respond to it any longer – SHE began responding to people. Not as me, but as herself. Hilarious. Anyway…
My mom apparently kept getting letters from three kids from northern Kentucky who referred to themselves as The Nator’s (as in “dominators”). They were UK basketball crazy and 12 or 13 year old kids. Well, unbeknownst to me my mother had become some sort of pen-pal’s with these kids and their respective mother’s during my time at UK.
Flash-forward to my 2nd-year in the NBA. Around 1990 or so. The season had just ended and I’d committed to play in a golf-tournament up the road in Cincinnati. I was going to Cincinnati with two of my best buddies/high-school teammates – Greg Baughn and Keith Vanderpool. Greg was going to caddy for me and Keith was going to follow us around and drink beer all day. We were looking forward to it. My season had just ended and I was happy to be back home in the bluegrass.
Well, just before we were about to leave Lexington, my mother calls me and says, “Rex, I have a favor to ask. You’re going to play golf in Cincinnati today, right? Listen, I’ve told you about these boys who call themselves The Nators. Well, will you please surprise them by stopping by their house after the tournament is over before you head back to Lexington?” She goes on, “I’ve talked to their mother’s and they’re expecting you.”
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