CherrieHoop and I were having refreshments at half time, when suddenly, Cherrie says "Sherman!" to a nice -looking guy standing next to me. It was indeed Sherman Douglas -- whom no one else had recognized. He was dressed in a sports jacket and tie and was there with his daughter, a delightful high school senior who is interested in attending SU next year (standard parent and child college visit thing). Anyhow, Cher and I had a nice chat with father and daughter before returning to our seats for the second half.
Then, when we were leaving the arena at the end of the game, Sherm and his daughter were trying to enter the hallway to the locker room (to which they had been invited). Security guard would not let them in. Cherie and I start telling the guard ... "It's Sherman Douglas, let them in." Guard's reaction was like: "I have no idea who Sherman Douglas is, but he is not going to the locker room." I say: "He's one of the greatest players in Syracuse history." Guard clearly did not care (so much for my persuasive powers). Guard finally told Sherm and daughter to go back to the floor and exit through players' tunnel and talk to the guard there. I hope the second guard had more common sense than the first one.
While I'm not a big fan of Dick Vitale, he once paid Sherm a great complement, I'm paraphrasing but he said Douglas was on the level of Magic Johnson and Larry Bird in terms of basketball intellect. It's still classic that he was in Georgetown's back yard and they never even offered him a scholarship, with the only other school who did being Old Dominion.
