Putting The Globetrotters Back On The Map

As the lights dim at Madison Square Garden, silence settles over the audience. Suddenly, the finger-popping melody of Sweet Georgia Brown fills the air--and the crowd erupts. Through a curtain of smoke and lasers, the Harlem Globetrotters jog onto the court, zipping basketballs to each other. But as the team warms up, one man is eyeing their entrance with the intensity of an overbudget Hollywood director.

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