Via our friend at the Sportress of Blogitude comes this curious Los Angeles Times report:
As Albert arrived, with an entourage of one, TNT public relations specialist Jeff Pomeroy, there was a sudden scuffle when a multitude of 50 Cent protectors seemed unfamiliar with Albert. There was shouting ("It's Marv Albert," yelled a Kimmel show guard, a pronouncement that seemed to have no effect on the 50 Cent phalanx.) There were obscenities. A fist or two flying. A "Don't you put your hands on me" pronouncement.
And finally Albert made it to his waiting room, relatively unruffled but slightly puzzled. "Did you see that?" Albert said. "I thought they were kidding, but then I realized they weren't."
Poor Marv. He's still the best play-by-play guy around. His star has fallen so far, however, that not only does he find himself in Kimmel's green room instead of Letterman's, but he now is merely an anonymous toupeed inconvenience to a more famous guy's entourage. I expect a sharply worded diss track on Marv Albert's next release of Dazzling Dunks and Basketball Bloopers.
