Gilbert was standing in front of his two locker stalls, the ones previously used by Michael Jordan, with four guns on display. Javaris was standing in front of his own stall, his back to Gilbert.

'Hey, MF, come pick one,' Gilbert told Javaris while pointing to the weapons. 'I'm going to shoot your (expletive) with one of these.'

'Oh no, you don't need to shoot me with one of those,' said Javaris, turning around slowly like a gunslinger in the Old West. 'I've got one right here.'

He pulled out his own gun, already loaded, cocked it, and pointed it at Gilbert. ...

... I talked calmly to Javaris, reminding him that his entire career, not to mention, perhaps, his life, would be over if he flicked that trigger finger.

I looked back at Gilbert. He was silent as he removed himself from the scene.

Javaris slowly lowered the gun.

I know that Gilbert was thinking, 'I went too far. I had a gun pointed at me and it was loaded.'