At first glance, the soil streaked man was a bundle of newspaper scraps and fabrics, a blurred collage of dirt and weathered shades. As I pressed change into his gloved palm, the mismatched man smiled and nodded, then asked me what my greatest weakness was. Patience was the first thing that came to mind.

He let out a hearty laugh. “That was my problem too. Be patient,” he said, “Someday you will have it.”

YEAH MAVS COMPLETE THE SWEEP
TIME FOR LAKERS FANS TO WEEP
JJ BAREA CANNOT BE STOPPED
EVEN BY BYNUM'S CHEAP SHOT
PEJA STOJAKOVIC AND JASON JET TERRY
SLICK ALL DAY DROPPING THREES
IT'S OKAY KOBE DON'T LOOK GLUM
PAU GASOL WILL BUY YOU LUNCH
BYE BYE LAKERS AND PJ
HAVE AN AWESOME MOTHER'S DAY!