I Cant See
Just last month, I was standing outside a West Hollywood hotel when Jimmy Kimmel arrived to pick me up. Because hes a celebrity, I assumed he would be driving something like a Benz convertible or souped-up Lexus. ... I cant possibly do it justice. I didnt know what I enjoyed more, the fact that Jimmy picked me up in a 1982 Wagoneer, or the fact that he took an uncomfortable situation, twisted it around and made it funny. ... Anyway, that was the precise moment when I decided to hitch my wagon to him. Eventually, I told him, and now Im telling you: Later this month, Im moving to Los Angeles to work for Jimmy Kimmel and ABC. ... And for most of the summer, I kept saying no. I didnt want to move to the West Coast, scale back my ESPN. ... I dont even have to explain why. ... But Jimmy kept badgering me, and he kept badgering me, and hell, I think he even coerced the Celtics into trading for Vin Baker so I would want to move. ... As we became friends though phone calls and e-mails, I found myself becoming convinced he could pull this gig off. ... Nobody knows this better than Jimmy, who was weaned on those early Letterman shows, just like me (I grew up praying that I could write for Lettermans show some day; Jimmy grew up praying he could be Letterman some day).