GERALD GREEN'S best weekend ever begins with a toothache. It's the Friday morning before the NBA Slam Dunk contest, and the nagging pain just won't go away. Maybe if he eats something. Sitting in a Reebok marketing exec's suite at the Palms, Green peruses a room service menu and settles on a cheese omelet, mixed fruit and a glass of OJ. Then he starts to pace, letting out slow, measured breaths. "Cancel that order," he yells moments later. "I got to get to a dentist right now." The exec, Brian Lee, finds a dentist who's available on short notice, but his office is 30 minutes off the Strip. "I don't care. Let's go," says Green, who quickly jets out the door and heads for a waiting limo. The 21-year-old knows pain all too well, and not just because he lost two-thirds of his right ring finger to a stray nail on a homemade rim...
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