The story from Newsday:
So a little past 4:30 Wednesday afternoon, World Peace arrived with a few friends on 21st Street and 41st Avenue, an intersection that borders the Queensbridge housing projects where he grew up.
Instantly people who had been milling around the subway steps recognized him. People called out, "Hey, Ron!" -- no one calls him Metta around here -- and World Peace stopped to shake hands and hug about a dozen people. Someone handed him a phone to talk into.
Through the turnstile, World Peace noticed a crowd was following him, and the platform quickly started to fill. "I've got to get a seat," he said, laughing. "I can't be standing." He did have a basketball game to play in a few hours, after all.
Once on the train, the first thing he wanted to do was guess how many stops until 34th Street, to show he hasn't forgotten his roots. But as the 15-minute ride continued, he grew somewhat wistful, recalling memories of growing up Artest.
Of course he was disappointed that the Knicks passed on him in 1999 to take Frederic Weis, who never played a game for them. But the St. John's product has come to believe that he was too immature then to handle what comes with playing at home.
"I was 19 years old, making a ton of money and I didn't know what to do with it," he said while riding the train, occasionally glancing out the window behind him for signs of where he was.
Throughout his career, he said he entertained thoughts of joining the Knicks, but said he didn't think the interest ever was reciprocated. Eventually, he said he figured it wasn't meant to be for him.
"I never thought this day would come," he said.
Pretty awesome story for the native to really soak up the experience. So many players are just focused on making money, so it's cool to see MWP really loving being back home. And for anyone who took the ride, that must have been fun as well.
And it's a story that can really only be about Metta World Peace.