On April 16, 2013, James Hardin came by my home in Beverly Hills to look for a rental for six months. We struck up a conversation while I was taking some sun. I asked him which team he was with, he replied, “Houston.” I commented, “Man, Houston sure got the best of the trade when they got Hardin from the Oklahoma Thunder,” not realizing it was him.
He quietly and modestly said, “Yeah, they got a good deal.” “You bet, I said, someone was looking the wrong way.” I got up and realized it really was James Hardin. He loved the house was a bit concerned about privacy. I then quipped, “Well, you got to look at the pros about living here as well. You got Roxbury Park down the street where you could always look for a pick up basketball game!” We both laughed at the absurdity of the thought.
James is a very cool, polite and nice guy. Ahh…I hope he takes my house.