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Popovich had sat the team down a couple weeks prior to tonight and told them he’d be pairing them off with people they didn’t normally hang out with. Their instructions were simple and plain: bond.

Bonner had been in charge of planning the evening’s festivities.

After a quiet dinner at El Chico’s, they headed to the Coldplay concert.

Jackson had been unsure, asking Bonner, “This ain’t like that Radio Bread trash Brent Barry used to be listening to, is it?”

“Radio Bread?” Bonner had asked with a laugh, “I think you mean Radiohead. And no. This isn’t anything like Radiohead.”