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NY Times Article On Kenny Anderson
November 24, 1998
ON PRO BASKETBALL
He Keeps Cars and Helps Others
By MIKE WISE
No, he has not sold the Mercedes.
Kenny Anderson's fleet of eight automobiles remains
intact -- four weeks after he was quoted in The New
York Times saying, jokingly, that the financial strain
of the National Basketball Association lockout might
force him to part with one of his luxury rides.
The cars are not targets of the repo man. Instead, they
have come under siege from an angry public that can
barely afford to see Anderson play. Columnists took
their satirical shots, calling him a whiner. Talk-show
callers who had barely heard of the New York schoolboy
legend wanted to know what world he was living in. In
his weekly HBO monologue, Chris Rock teased him, too.
Poor Kenny, they said. He might have to do without
tinted windows.
When the hype finished escalating, Anderson, the Boston
Celtics' 28-year-old point guard, had become the emblem
of the disconnected, filthy-rich athlete. In the
N.B.A., Kenny's cars had become Imelda's shoes.
It would be hard to imagine Anderson as the same
unassuming, slump-shouldered guy who handed out 400
free turkeys in a small room of an apartment complex in
Rego Park, Queens, on Sunday. But there was Kenny
Anderson, shaking hands, signing trading cards and
dealing with old neighbors who said, "Wow, I didn't
know you had eight cars."
"They looked at the luxurious and materialistic things,
but I don't think they looked at the financial
picture," Anderson said of the article in The Times. "I
guess I found out, being in the business I'm in and
dealing with the media, people are going to have their
own opinions about everything."
The turkey giveaway was not a lockout-inspired image
boost. Hardly any news media knew about it, and only
one photographer showed. The fact is, Anderson has been
donating time and money to the community since he
signed his first professional contract in 1992. He
still owns an apartment in this modest complex, using
it as his home away from home.
The people who filed out of the apartment complex's
basement with their Thanksgiving dinner bundled up in
plastic did not hold him in awe as much as they did in
esteem. "This is so nice of you," said a hard-featured
woman of maybe 50. Anderson thanked her for coming.
Moments later, a teen-age boy approached Anderson with
a trading card from when he played with the Charlotte
Hornets.
"You got another pen?" Anderson asked, thinking that
black felt tip might be better than ink. "Oh, wait.
This works." The kid smiled.
When the article about Anderson's finances ran, I never
expected him to become a target. The idea was to show
where a $6 million salary goes and how an N.B.A. player
is not the average worker in a labor dispute.
Few noticed his fledgling business, which provides work
for friends from his old neighborhood, or the monthly
mortgage payment for the house he bought for his
mother. Instead, the focus was on the extravagances,
the $75,000 a year in car insurance and maintenance and
his personal monthly allowance -- $10,000 of what he
called "hanging-out money." What else do millionaires
spend their money on?
The backlash Anderson suffered made me wonder if I
should have followed around an N.B.A. owner to see how
he spent his money. If the season ever does get under
way, Anderson will be the victim of a few chants behind
the bench. For a warped fan, it's plenty of ammunition.
The day the article ran, union officials called
Anderson's accountant, Scott Bercu, and lambasted him
for saying, "These guys have got to concede for a very
simple reason: they're losing money every time they
don't play a game."
Said Anderson: "I didn't hear anything personally from
them, but I know a lot of people are thinking about it.
I can't lose any sleep about that. You wrote the
article. I didn't feel it was bad. I didn't feel it was
great. But it was out there.
"What I found out is, people are going to have opinions
about things and they might not be the same opinions
that other people have."
He contended that the numbers obtained from his
accountant were skewed, but would not go into
specifics. "I'm very smart with my money," he said. "I
know the value of a dollar and I know the value of my
money. So I'm not going to be stupid enough to just
spend it like crazy.
"But at the same time, I'm going to live my life. I'm
on my second contract in the league. I came in the
league making great money. That's when I bought all my
cars. I had a car fetish. Now, in 1998, most of those
cars are considered old. If I would've known what I
know now, I probably wouldn't have that many cars. But
that was my life. It's not as bad as it might seem."
The turkeys were gone Sunday in 90 minutes, with word
spreading quickly on 57th Avenue that the great point
guard from Archbishop Molloy was handing them out along
with his family and friends. Anderson, his mother,
Joan, his sisters Danielle and Sandra and the
volunteers Renee Harris, Al Blake and Loretta Henderson
had made sure everyone went home with something. After
the last turkey had been given out, the man with eight
cars went upstairs to eat his mother's cooking and
watch the Jets game.
"I took a lot of lumps in my career," he said, smiling.
"I don't feel like I took a lot of lumps for this,
believe it or not. Some people don't even know of The
New York Times. They don't even read The New York
Times. I'm not knocking anybody. I mean, the corporate
world probably reads it. But a lot of my friends who I
deal with, they read the New York Post comics and look
at the pictures."
Copyright 1998 The New York Times Company