This is on the media's Midweek podcast.

A few years ago, I recorded a series of interviews with New Yorkers who intrigued me, Cindy

Lauper and Asif Monvie, who are two of my favorite guests.

Another was a man who'd spent his life navigating the media, who proved you could have second

acts if you want them.

His first act brought down the house, or at least Madison Square Garden in 1970.

I wasn't a sports fan, but his speed, his cool, his name was in the ether.

Walt Clyde Frazier, New York Nick.

Frazier, cuts towards left, bows, stops and jumps.

Frazier, out of the back corner.

I'm all the way west across the Mac for the future.

With his mutton chops and his fedora, he rolled on fancy wheels through New York City

and icon of flakonic cool.

In that historic 1970 championship game, Nick's teen captain Willis Reed, playing with a terrible

injury, was the hero, but Frazier's lethal steals and stealthy buckets clinched the

win.

Willis provided inspiration, and you know, in a way I provided the devastation.

Frazier's little rhyme there, foreshadows his second act.

The one you may not know if you don't live in New York.

He's a Nick's color commentator on the MSG network, famous for his truly astonishing

suits, coordinated ties and pocket squares, and for his syntax, his rhymes.

That's what got me.

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