The Night I Should’ve Met Fred McLeod
I was sixteen years old. Christmas had just passed and, as a gift to myself, was now heading up 77-N to the Q. One ticket. Primetime. Home, against the Celtics. … The Night I Should’ve Met Fred McLeod
I was sixteen years old. Christmas had just passed and, as a gift to myself, was now heading up 77-N to the Q. One ticket. Primetime. Home, against the Celtics. … The Night I Should’ve Met Fred McLeod