Amar'e Stoudemire just wrote a cookbook, and former giant pair of swinging elbows Charles Oakley had a cooking show at some point, so I'd probably have those two in the kitchen of a bar and grill in the heart of NYC. Some real-deal barbecue (none of that usual weak-ass NY shit), a row of $4 taps and a row of $7 taps, and some old school R&B playing just below conversation level. Nate Robinson could work behind the bar. It could be called Bockers, and it would be glorious.
Yeah, I'm this bored.