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OK, this is going to be a long story, so bear with me.tl;dr I'll put the part about the actual meeting with Trump in bold, below.During the Bush-Gore Florida recount I became a fan of a woman, probably in her 60s, named Carol Roberts, who was a member of the Palm Beach County commissioners, because I saw her on CNN standing out in the parking lot of that building saying, "Do I have to go to jail to get these ballots counted? Because I am ready to go to jail RIGHT NOW to get these ballots counted!"I found out that one of Nike's outside patent lawyers knew her because he had been an assistant city attorney in West Palm Beach when she was Mayor, some years earlier. I got him to call her up and find out her shoe size and I sent her a pair of running shoes as a token of my admiration.She called me to thank me when they arrived and invited me to call her if I was ever going to be in the Palm Beach area. As it happens I had a weekend meeting in Palm Beach in November 2001, so I let her know I was coming to town and we arranged for my husband Michael Radway and me to meet her for lunch in downtown WPB.Her assistant called me a day or two beforehand and said Carol needed us to change the lunch venue to the new Trump International Golf Club, because she had to be there for a meeting, and could we meet her there instead? So we got into our rental car and drove out to the Trump International Golf Club.(Fun fact about the Trump International Golf Club: about ten months earlier it was the scene of a notorious crime in which a guest playing a round of golf clubbed an endangered black swan to death on the 17th hole, claiming it had attacked him on the course.)We pulled up to the valet parking station, where the attendants routinely dash behind your car so they can take your clubs out when you pop your trunk. We were amused by this, and they seemed visibly disappointed when we told them we were only there for lunch.The main clubhouse was still unfinished, but it looked like the construction site for the royal palace of a small but very affluent nation. Lunch was being served in a temporary clubhouse. We went up there and met Carol. Within ten minutes I felt I had known her for years. She told recount and post-recount stories and regaled us with Trump stories. Because the golf course was built on land leased from Palm Beach County for 99 years, Carol had negotiated the lease personally with Trump. The adjacent land was also county land, and included the Palm Beach County Jail. The course was beautifully landscaped and the jail was invisible (if not inaudible) from most of it, but the inmates did have a few good viewing spots and especially enjoyed shouting encouragement to women golfers. The upcoming event: the LPGA Championships. Carol was the honorary chairwoman of the event, and had needed to be on-site for some volunteer meetings. Carol told us that Trump was obsessed with figuring out a way to silence the prisoners during the tournament, even though she had told him repeatedly that it was not possible.After lunch she drove us around the course in a golf cart. It was truly beautiful. As we concluded our tour I asked her if there was a pro shop, because I thought I might buy a hat or something as a souvenir. We went into the pro shop and as I was idly admiring a row of hats Carol grabbed my arm and said,"Would you like to meet The Donald?""I would love to meet The Donald," I assured her. She turned me around to face the doorway, where Trump had just entered the shop. It appeared that he had just finished playing a round. We walked toward him. He was tall and his head was exceptionally large in proportion to his body. Sadly, he was wearing a hat. I remember thinking, this is the closest I'm ever going to get to that combover, dammit, and he's wearing a HAT.Carol introduced us and told him I was an attorney for Nike. The very first words out of his mouth were, "You know, I own the building that New York Niketown is in."I resisted the temptation to be snarky and note that it was Trump Tower, after all. Instead I observed, entirely truthfully, "Yes, and it is a beautiful building, and a beautiful space." He beamed. I had given the correct response.This was just a few weeks after the 9/11 attacks and Trump was still very emotional about it. He told me how great it was that Nike had emptied out Niketown's entire inventory of socks and sent them down to Ground Zero for the recovery workers, and then sent down 10,000 more pairs trucked in from our supplier in North Carolina, and how much he appreciated it. He asked me to extend his gratitude and his regards to Phil Knight (thus confirming my theory that all the rich white moguls in the world know each other). I said I'd be happy to.He excused himself and asked to speak privately with Carol. Based on my earlier discussion with her, I knew it would be about the prisoners. I shook his hand and said it had been a pleasure meeting him. Again, entirely true. I went back to the counter and in a minute or two Carol rejoined me. Mike, who had been in a different part of the pro shop and missed the whole thing, cursed his bad luck. We flew back to Portland the next day and I had a wonderful time on Monday morning composing a lengthy email to Phil's assistant, which ended withHow many chances am I ever going to have to say to Phil Knight, "Hey, Phil, I ran into Donald Trump over the weekend in Palm Beach, and he sends his regards..."

Joe Namath’s , “Broadway Joe’s” Guarantee — was a Sport for the Times.The larger-than life Superstar Football Icon counter-rotated the Destiny of the N.F.L. as much as his blonde muses.Check the old alignments, Joe Willie Namath had something to do with them being extinct. What sky goes dark, with a Star like Joe Willie Namath? Dandy and an inimitable style, known for his sideline fashion during warmups — grew a pair of gutter balls and found “courage” in his blood, scattered the map of the N.F.L., who seemed to be too cute for his audacity and would not deny, his stepladder to Football Heaven.The Lombardi Trophy, its monumental mythical mounted piece of jewelry of outsized crystal would have made many Kings from the Antiquity Ages fight to the death to monopolize it. Its attractive shape glittering liek fragile glass too bright for your soft eyes — will either, crown one team, and make another one die of sorrow and pain down deep in quicksand.In Football, it is the Center of Sports dispute. Only the best competitors who train for five months, will seize the pointed-curled prize that is worth all the broken bones and bruises, for a chance to make History. And in order to make History, you’ve got to be a baller.But that’s not enough for Joe Willie Namath, who must accompany himself with “Guarantees” for the win before game-time. The flamboyantly quarterback, with his astonish dark hair and velour sweats, doesn’t just strike when he smiles — but also with his passing touchdowns.Nice pants Joe!Oooooh, can you imagine standing for the bus in that outfit?The N.F.L. and the A.F.L., had no mercy for each other in the ‘60s. The two leagues wished to bankrupt one another. The power struggle rooted in the attraction of signing the best prospects coming out of College. But Namath…was expensive. $420,000, unreal at the time. Now I calculated his contract on a day where I had positively nothing to do, and by inflation, it is still not the highest value that a player has ever signed in the History of the N.F.L..In that time, Broadway might have been the Center of Hedonism and Prosperity — but not so much for the A.F.L, who lacked stars.On the line, the ramifications were huge: if the Jets were not to win this game, the A.F.L. players would be required to play for N.F.L. teams, and the A.F.L. owners, find a new business on the block.After all, the A.F.L. teams got trounced in the first Super Bowls — Kansas City (thank God), Oakland, all got destroyed by the Packers.What could the Jets possibly do with their mediocre talent in a Super Bowl Championship? The N.F.L. was royalty, had the best players, the A.F.L. were just wannabes.But this exotic man, with heat-waves of sex appeal, sweat that dropped off Apollo’s body — had the Most Famous Guarantee in the History of American Sports. Didn’t faze him one bit.Namath, was more than a just a “quarterback” — he was a social attraction, and for the first time —Women and children attended Football Games, which never occurred before. Women never attended football games? How dared they!Basically, he Created Fan Bases. That alone is Hall of Fame worthy.A bachelor, firm believer in the “Bedroom”, turned Football into a popular sport. Football was not a popular sport at that time.The stature of a pop-icon, his yuppabilly accent “I really baaaaalllleeeeeveee, that these plaaaaaaayooooorssss, are guuuuuud” — still had to produce results. And he did:-In his 13 seasons, he passed for 27,663 yards, more than eight other Hall of Fame quarterbacks (George Blanda, Bobby Layne (the curse is still going!), Bart Starr, Norm Van Brocklin, Otto Graham, Sammy Baugh, Sid Luckman and Bob Waterfield, in that order).-He threw 173 touchdown passes, as many as Van Brocklin and more than Starr, Luckman and Waterfield.In 1967, for the First Time in PRO FOOTBALL HISTORY — A football quarterback passed for 4,000 yards at the Pro Level: it was Joe Namath’s finest season, for 258 completions, 26 touchdowns, over 8.2 average/attempt, and a 73.8 passer rating and the Jets went on to have their first winning season.Which is crazy because up until Dan Fouts most quarterbacks through the entire ’70s had passer-ratings in the ‘70s. Or in the 1970s, they still had passer-ratings in the ’70 marks.He still Leads the Jets in Most Passing-Yards and Passing-Touchdowns. Believe it or not.Such a great thrower, I don’t think the Jets will ever have a quarterback as good as Joe Namath.He could run a little bit too. This guy, actually never played a single down in the I-Formation while playing his best years with the New York Jets. He’s the only quarterback to ever do that. No quarterback has ever thrown for 4,000 passing yards out of the Pro Wing T Offense. It’s amazing.Never understood what women ever saw in him.But the small-town kitten-eyed quarterback was also a movie-star.He appeared in 18-movies I think. And he won’t quit until he’s a star.Oh that’s Ann-Magret. Helium breath squeaking out of my mouth.Joe Namath became an entrepreneurial brandmark off the field.I can’t think of something he didn’t do. He was successful in everything he took part of.“Now I don’t wear pantyhose, but if you Beautymist can make my legs look good, imagine what they’ll do for your’s!”That liveliness and passion for entanglement made Joe the most marketable player off the field.Shave me!Oh dear. The credibility of a star, a box-office attraction. Must’ve been a lot of change-over every night.He was notorious for his business-adds and was featured every day in the gossip-column chronicles. it’s that self-aggrandizing rebelliousness that people loved, and that persona stayed remarkably intact after all those years.Even in a Frankenstein-wig he’d still look good right?A television personality, he even had his own show “The Joe Namath show”, an American pop-culture icon, always in-tune wit the times.Holly smokes!! — Joe, this is supposed to be FAKE!!! You’re not supposed to kiss!!This guy’s unbelievable!! Look at Joe Namath! Joe this is supposed to be “Fake”! Joe Namath won’t fake. Joe Namath just won’t fake.I mean that’s who Joe is, he just gets by.“I’m just trying to get by. Look at that shot!”This guy’s amazing!But that domineering influence still needed a domineering performance.The Jets finally qualified for the Super Bowl, by beating the Raiders 27–23 in the A.F.C. Championship.The Colts were heavy-favorites, 19.point Topdogs. They featured the #1 ranked defense in the N.F.L. that year. Earl Monroe was MVP, but not in Joe Namath’s eyes…At the Miami Touchdown Club, three-days before the Game, a sardonic heckler, verbally apostrophized Namath, saying to him “Namath, we’re going to — kick — your — butt!”And Namath replied by saying:-Hey listen buddy, I got news for you —we’re gonna win the Game, I GUARANTEE IT.“Guarantees” today might be common currency, but back then such a cocksure move was never uttered.That forthrightness and honesty, is what makes Namath such a lovable quarterback. Not only did he pull the “Boldest Move” in Sports History for Christ’s Sake, but he made it abundantly clear that he would “Guarantee a Win” — not predicting, guaranteeing.Johnny Unitas started on the bench.The Colts were never in the game, and seemed to panic. Earl “The Pearl” Monroe threw three interceptions.Namath focused on the task at hand unremittingly.In disbelief, the Colts looked hopeless on offense against a team that consisted for the most part of underachieving college level players. It was becoming a defensive grind-out.But “one thin dime” was enough to shine Namath’s shoesHe finished 17–28 for 206-yards and a 83.3 passer rating. You know the day before the game he spent the night with a blonde acquaintance.An Invaluable Performance. Without Joe Namath, the Jets don’t win that Game.Joe Namath was Named Super Bowl III M.V.P. No question about it.If it had not been for the Jets' historic 16‐7 upset of the Colts in Super Bowl HI, the 10 A.F.L. teams would have been shuffled among the 16 established N.F.L. teams in the realignment. But the Jets’ triumph kept the old A.F.L. teams together, leaving the 13 other N.F.C. teams to debate their divisional realignment.I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Super Bowl parade like that, which was really the first; a crowd, a crowd of women invading the streets which was unthinkable. I’ve never seen such a scene.The wildness of that Super Bowl parade, crazy.He had an escort, he had an escort. He could not get out without an escort. He had a mob of women chasing after him. He could not get out of the City Hall without an escort. Unbelievable.Typical Joe, always two women waiting for him.At Beaver Halls, he was welcomed back as a hero. By everybody, including black or white.Take that!Best Super Bowl Celebration of All Time.Namath bridged both the A.F.L. and the N.F.L. together. There should be no question about his Legacy.From Broadway Joe to the Hollywood Walk of Fame.He’s #1, All the Way.

10 Best Sports Rivalries of All TimeDoes familiarity breed contempt? It seems to when rivals compete. Stakes are higher and emotions stronger when adversaries have a history. Again and again, the desire to best an old foe has led to electrifying accomplishments (Thomas Edison versus Nikola Tesla), eleventh-hour drama (David Letterman versus Jay Leno), commercial triumph (Coke versus Pepsi), and even life-or-death consequences (Hatfields versus McCoys). All these outcomes apply to sports rivalries too, at least figuratively. For sports rivals, every return engagement is a big game, whether or not a championship is at stake—though if it is, all the better. Still, bragging rights are everything. Going way beyond the action between the lines, sports rivalries are shaped by a sense of place and identity as well as by psychology, sociology, and politics. Here’s a list of the 10 best rivalries in sports history (in no particular order).New Zealand All Blacks versus South Africa SpringboksI was going to end with the greatest football (soccer) rivalry, but I’m at a loss. Real Madrid–FC Barcelona? Celtic-Rangers? AC Milan–Inter Milan? Boca Juniors–River Plate? Manchester United–Liverpool? Too many choices. Instead, I’ll go the rugby route: South Africa’s Springboks versus New Zealand’s All Blacks (a nickname derived from their uniforms, though several New Zealand players had to be declared “honorary whites” in order to be able to play in apartheid-era South Africa in 1970). With few exceptions, year in and year out, South Africa and New Zealand have dominated international rugby. Since their first official meeting in 1921, neither has fared well on the other’s home turf, but New Zealand became dangerous for the Springboks in other ways in 1981, when local outrage at South Africa’s apartheid policy led to widespread protests and street battles with police. South Africa was prohibited from competing in the first World Cup competitions in 1987 and 1991. In 1995 apartheid was history (at least on paper), and long-imprisoned black activist Nelson Mandela was the president of South Africa when it returned to the World Cup and won it by beating New Zealand in the championship game (a story told in the movie Invictus).Canada versus RussiaMost Canadians of a certain age can tell you where they were on the day in 1972 when they heard the call that Paul Henderson had scored the goal that gave the Canadian national hockeyteam a victory over the Soviet Union in the landmark Summit Series. The rivalry born of that series continues to be played out on the rinks at the Olympics, world championships, and junior championships (albeit with jerseys that say Russia, not CCCP or USSR), but it dates from this pivotal moment when the best players (save Bobbies Hull and Orr, who couldn’t play) from the world’s two foremost hockey-playing countries met for the first time. Never before had Canadian professional players from the National Hockey League taken the ice against the powerful Soviet team that was amateur in name only. Team Canada thought they would easily roll over the Soviets, but the Red Machine took a 3–1–1 lead in the series, and only by winning the final three games in Moscow were the Canadians able to triumph (4–3–1). Oh, Canada!Arnold Palmer versus Jack NicklausYou might say that Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus are BRFs, “best rivals forever.” Throughout the 1960s they dominated men’s professional golf and in the process built a deep lasting friendship. A decade or so older than Nicklaus, Palmer burst on the scene in the 1950s, and by the end of the decade he was the game’s best player—but only until Nicklaus came along. In the early 1960s the pair engaged in a series of hard-fought battles in major championships (most notably their dramatic duels at the 1960 and 1962 U.S. Opens), but by the mid-1960s Palmer’s game was beginning to fade, while the “Golden Bear” just got better and better. In the end Nicklaus would be revered by many as the greatest player in golf history (easy Tiger Woods’s fans, I said by “many”). Palmer had to settle for being the game’s most popular player (adored by “Arnie’s Army”) and having a drink named after him.Chris Evert versus Martina NavratilovaSix entries deep and no women. Shameful. Here’s my sad attempt at making amends, the greatest tennis rivalry and no guys in sight. No Borg-McEnroe or Federer-Nadal, just the sublime poetry in motion of Chris Evert and Martina Navratilovafacing each other again and again across nets at Wimbledon, Paris, and Forest Hills. From 1973 to 1988 they played each other 80 times (advantage Navratilova, 43–37) as they lifted the women’s game to prominence on their skillful shoulders. Early on, Evert had Navratilova’s number, but with time the balance shifted. By the end, they had met in 14 Grand Slam finals, with Navratilova winning 10. Navratilova had a temper. Evert (”the Ice Princess”) was imperturbable. Evert thrived on clay. Navratilova flourished on grass. Navratilova was the master of serve and volley. Evert ruled the baseline. They were the perfect pairing of opposites.Duke versus North CarolinaKentucky, Kansas, UCLA, Michigan State: college basketball royalty all, but none of these storied programs has a rivalry to match the super-scintillating “diaper-dandy” drama of Duke Blue Devils versus North Carolina Tar Heels, baby! It’s impossible to even say their names without hearing the overexuberant voice of announcer Dick Vitale, who chalks up the magic of the rivalry to three Ps. Proximity: their two famous home courts (Cameron Indoor Stadium and the Dean Smith Center) are but a short drive from each other down Tobacco Road (Google Map it) in North Carolina. Power: this neighborhood tug-of-war became a national obsession because both teams are always so ridiculously good. Every Final Four from 1988 to 2001, except one, included Duke or UNC; in every NCAA tournament since 2004, except one, either the Blue Devils or the Tar Heels has been a number one or number two seed. Obscene, if you are not a Duke or UNC fan. The natural order of things, if you are. And it must be said, fans of these two teams and the Atlantic Coast Conference are basketball crazy, hence Passion.Ohio State versus MichiganCollege gridiron football is all about rivalries, often colorfully nicknamed or contested for trophies. To wit the Old Oaken Bucket (Purdue versus Indiana), Paul Bunyan’s Axe (Wisconsin versus Minnesota), Bedlam (Oklahoma versus Oklahoma State), the World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party (Floridaversus Georgia), and the Iron Bowl (Auburn versus Alabama). But they all pale next to the annual Michigan–Ohio State game. For starters, in 1835–36, troops from Ohio and Michigan actually skirmished in a border dispute that became known as the Toledo War. Beginning in 1897, the Michigan Wolverines and the Ohio State Buckeyes renewed this border battle (annually since 1918), more often than not fought with the Big Ten title at stake (prompting the old characterization of the conference as the “Big Two and Little Eight”). The 1960s and ’70s were the rivalry’s classic era—when coaching legends Bo Schembechler and Woody Hayes guided Michigan and Ohio State, respectively—but for many football fans this remains The Game. Listen to the sarcastic vitriol in Michigan fans’ voices when they reference “The” Ohio State University. Then try to get a Buckeye to even mention the name of “That School up North.”Boston Red Sox versus New York YankeesIf you’ve watched Ken Burns’s documentary Baseball—but not very closely—you can be forgiven for thinking that the national pastime was never played west of the Poconos. (Come on, Ken, where were the ’48 Indians? There are octogenarians in Cleveland who can still recite that batting order.) Nevertheless, when it comes to Major League Baseball, it doesn’t get any better than the New York Yankees–Boston Red Sox rivalry, which, Hall of Famers aside, comes down to a curse and redemption. In 1920 the Red Sox sold Babe Ruth, then best known as an overpowering pitcher, to the Yankees. Ruth went on to become the Bambino (hitting a bazillion bandy-legged home runs and building Yankee Stadium). Meanwhile, the Red Sox, bearing the burden of that ill-fated transaction (the “Curse of the Bambino”), didn’t win a World Series forever, rivaling the Chicago Cubs as baseball’s most-lovable long-term losers (cue clip of ball going through Bill Buckner’s legs in 1986). That is, until 2004, when, having overcome a seemingly insurmountable three games-to-none lead by the Yankees in the American League championship series, the Sox went on to beat the St. Louis Cardinals in the World Series.Joe Frazier versus Muhammad AliRace was also central to boxing’s greatest rivalry—Muhammad Ali versus Joe Frazier—even though both men were African American. Privately, they had been friends before their first match in 1971, but that changed after Ali—both an outspoken champion of black power and a master of gaining psychological advantage—went to great lengths to depict Frazier, who was largely silent on the issue of civil rights, as a patsy for the white establishment. In that first fight, Frazier retained the heavyweight championship with a decision over the previously undefeated Ali, who was returning to the ring for the second time since being stripped of the championship in 1967 for refusing army induction during the Vietnam War. In their 1973 rematch, Ali won a commanding decision over Frazier, who had earlier lost the title to George Foreman. Fought in the Philippines in 1975, the last Ali-Frazier fight, for the championship (won back from Foreman by Ali), is considered by many to be the greatest fight of all time. For 14 rounds, Ali, the graceful lightning-quick boxer, and Frazier, the relentless bobbing-and-weaving brawler, beat the hell out of each other. Ultimately, Ali simply survived better than Frazier, winning the “Thrilla in Manila” by a technical knockout.Los Angeles Lakers versus Boston CelticsThe Los Angeles Lakers and the Boston Celtics have met 12 times in the NBA finals. They tower above the competition in terms of Hall of Fame inductees (some two dozen each) and championships (17 for Boston and 16 for Los Angeles). Try to name better personal rivalries than Magic Johnson versus Larry Bird or Bill Russell versus Wilt Chamberlain. How about better symbolic drama and entertainment value? Exhibit A: Red Auerbach lighting his victory cigar on the parquet floor of the Boston Garden in the 1950s and ’60s. Exhibit B: slick-haired Pat Riley orchestrating the Lakers’ “Showtime” in Armani in the 1980s. The rivalry is also very complex, and race is part of the story. In the 1980s, when Johnson and Bird were dueling, the Celtics fielded a disproportionately white lineup at a time when the game had become dominated by African American players. Fans—both black and white—noticed, though not as part of a meaningful national dialogue. Yet, two decades earlier, the Celtics had a starting line-up that featured at least four black players in era when that was far from the norm. But then Boston, a hotbed of abolitionism in the 19th century, also was the scene of ugly antibusing demonstrations in the 20th century. Like I said, complex.Green Bay Packers versus Chicago BearsThe Green Bay Packers and the Chicago Bears have played each other about 200 times since 1921, the year after the National Football League was founded. No NFL team has won more championships (13 for the Packers and 9 for the Monsters of the Midway), and none has placed more players in the Hall of Fame than the Packers and the Bears, not to mention the marquee value of their enshrined coaches—from founding Packer Curly Lambeau and George (“Papa Bear”) Halas to Vince Lombardi and Mike Ditka. As for the players, how about a few nicknames, such as the “Galloping Ghost,” “Golden Boy,” and “Sweetness”? But even more than longevity and legends, this is a rivalry about geography: namely, the relative proximity of the Midwest’s main megalopolis to the NFL’s smallest hometown, between which those from the Windy City—on their way to vacations on Wisconsin lakes—drive too fast, according to their Dairy State neighbors, whom Chicagoans disparagingly label “cheeseheads” only to watch them embrace that nickname and wear it on their noggins at Lambeau Field.