Jazz had just made an early exit vs the Rockets and he was not happy. People started asking him to sign autographs and you could tell he was miserable but played along.

After a few autographs, Karl asked if anyone had a notebook, which I did. He said come her young man. Pulled out a pen signed every page in my notebook and then said, "That's all I am signing so if you want one, I would make friends with this kid." He handed me the notebook and said "good luck son". Then he went over to the corner near the gate door, put on his sunglasses, pulled down his cowboy hat and shut down.

I hand out most of them and then saved the rest for my friends and family. I still have that notebook stashed in my junk from HS.