When I was growing up in Juneau, early spring meant Gold Medal Basketball. This was one of our serious events that nobody would dare trifle with. Nobody. It was a force of nature, like the herring coming back to spawn.
Back in the early 1960's when I was a wee lad, my grandma Mary Brown Betts brought my little brother and I to one of the finals. She dressed us in proper white shirts and ties and we pretended to be gentlemen for the evening. After all, this was Gold Medal basketball, folks. No messing around with that.
Anyway, it did my heart well that when I was in Juneau recently, I was asked to shoot a Gold Medal photo for Sealaska. This was a fun thing on the side that Dixie asked me to do while in the midst of the other stuff. We went up on the roof of the Sealaska building to photograph Anthony with a basketball and the mountains in the background. Of course, he HAD to be wearing cool shades, because after all, this was for Gold Medal, man. Nothing to be trifled with and all.