Chris Bosh: After I ended up in Toronto, Hank would visit at least once every month. Depending on where I was at, we’d shoot the shit or have a tough conversation about the future, the kind I couldn’t imagine having with anyone else. When I think about the life-altering decisions I made throughout my career, there’s always a moment with Hank—a dinner, a phone call—to go along with it, one that helped me get to the point of making that choice in the first place. Same thing goes for the mistakes. I could always count on Hank to give it to me straight in the aftermath of a misstep. I can hear him saying Yeah, man, you messed up in my head, clear as day: nothing on it, no spin or judgment, just a simple fact. I’ve come across plenty of people in positions like Hank’s over the course of my career, and I promise you many of them wouldn’t be able to do the same, because they put themselves before everything and everyone else. Hank never did.