Bill Reiter: Eddie Johnson walked through the door of the Cadillac dealership in crisp white clothes and dark tinted sunglasses. A small fortune in diamonds hung from his wrists and ears.
The words "4 Real" were trimmed into his hair, a statement to his critics that he would be as big as he'd always dreamed. The tattoo "God's Child" was etched on the right side of his neck, a mark of the pressure he'd placed on himself since he was a child. His right arm bore an ode to his mother — the tattoo of a large, flowing angel.
No fans rushed forward. No whispers floated from the waiting room. Without any ado, the 23-year-old soccer star for the Wizards moved slowly across the showroom floor, past…
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