Doesn't it seem like too many of these types of stories about former athletes exist? At any rate, this one is interesting because it finds Lewis Brown—a former college basketball player at UNLV who enjoyed a (very) brief NBA career—randomly running into an old associate from the 1970s. And that associate is shocked to find that the guy he used to idolize on the basketball court is now washing windows at a gas station and sleeping on sidewalks in Los Angeles. Pretty nuts. [Read "A Former Basketball Prodigy, Bereft of All but His Memories" on The New York Times]
