dark clothes over his uniform and cheesy smile, to put outside kitchen windows around town, as soon we hear the scream we took off and escaped w Shaq. Never got caught, and the escalating terror in the local newspaper ramped up to near serial-killer hysteria. Did it 6-7 or times, until one day I found my Mom cutting up Shaq w a disgusted look on her face. We stuck w the Bill Clinton "deny, deny" defense, but she knew.

That's one of the CB worthy incidents. A 7 foot black dude peeping Tom didn't go over too well, and this was long before PC society and before every HS FB/BB team had a little pigment in the roster. I don't still understand how some neighbor didn't hear our cackles, or see us running w our full sized Shaq Daddy. It was funnier hearing Sistas in Church, who Shaq & I never visited, retell the horror of their Shaq encounter and how he gestured menacingly before sprinting and hurdling the fence.