For another guy at the gym, who was discussing the deal with a trainer days later, it meant the Bucks' luxury-tax bill was about to rise. For me, it meant rushing home to write about the effect Lillard would have on Milwaukee's offense. He was alone, thinking about packing and about all the family members who had moved to the Pacific Northwest and, for some reason, were not picking up the phone.įor Lillard, the trade meant leaving the place he'd made his home. He 'started to panic a little bit,' he later recalled. Lillard got the news in his own 'man cave' in his house in Portland. A stranger dropped the Woj Bomb in the men's locker room at my local gym. I was wearing a towel when I found out the Bucks had traded for Damian Lillard.
