A Night at Nike Town...
Tonight, I made a pilgrimage to Nike Town to purchase some Husky Basketball shorts. I received a couple of gift certificates for my birthday, and wanted some Husky shorts to workout in at the gym (read between the lines:sit on coach and watch Husky basketball). Anyways, in Nike Town the Husky Basketball shorts are in the College Basketball section with North Carolina, Gonzaga and now, the most heralded product to hit Nike shelves in years, Washington State beanies. Well, right next to the College Basketball items was the new clothing line, the Air Force One line, you know the commercial with all the NBA pros in White walking down the runway, with a fan blowing on them to make them look sweet....
Well, as I was backing up after selecting the shorts I wanted to look cool in as I sit on my couch watching the Oregon game tonight, guess who I bumped into, mutha-fuckin Seahawks Linebacker Lofa Tatupu. I recognized him in a half a second. When you see a pro-athlete, you just know who they are. Especially someone like Lofa. At that point, I had two decisions. I could lose my shit, go all mushy Seattle Sports fan on him, and just make him feel all uncomfortable, or take the high route and give him a quick "sorry" or a head nod to say I was sorry. To my later satisfaction, I choose the latter. I politely exchanged a quick sorry, and went on my way. I knew who he was, he knew I knew who he was, but I just moved on. I had always promised myself that if I ever met a famous person, I would keep myself under control, and not make an ass out of myself. If I was famous, I think I would hate it if dorky white dudes always came up to me when I was out on the town.
I think I didn't react that way to seeing Lofa Tatupu because I had trained not to react that way. While in college at UW, I was lab partners with Brandon Roy, and it was cool coming in everyday to class and talking about things that didn't pretain to basketball. I always thought he appreciated that I kept our conversations away from basketball. Nate Robinson was in that class, and so was Bobby Jones, so I guess if I was ever to go giddy over another man, that would have been my opportunity. All three of those ballers are in the NBA now...
So, when I saw Lofa tonight, it was an easy decision to just nod my head, and move to the counter. But guess what? When I got to the counter, mutha-fucking Minnesota Timberwolves guard Trenton Hassell was at the register. The check out girl was absolutely dying with an NBA star in front of her, and Lofa roaming the products in front of her station. She dropped my shorts twice, and couldn't swipe my gift cards with any frequency. She said to me "I can't concentrate, Lofa is right there, I want to talk to him so bad".
All in all, it was an eventful trip to Nike Town this evening.
Well, as I was backing up after selecting the shorts I wanted to look cool in as I sit on my couch watching the Oregon game tonight, guess who I bumped into, mutha-fuckin Seahawks Linebacker Lofa Tatupu. I recognized him in a half a second. When you see a pro-athlete, you just know who they are. Especially someone like Lofa. At that point, I had two decisions. I could lose my shit, go all mushy Seattle Sports fan on him, and just make him feel all uncomfortable, or take the high route and give him a quick "sorry" or a head nod to say I was sorry. To my later satisfaction, I choose the latter. I politely exchanged a quick sorry, and went on my way. I knew who he was, he knew I knew who he was, but I just moved on. I had always promised myself that if I ever met a famous person, I would keep myself under control, and not make an ass out of myself. If I was famous, I think I would hate it if dorky white dudes always came up to me when I was out on the town.
I think I didn't react that way to seeing Lofa Tatupu because I had trained not to react that way. While in college at UW, I was lab partners with Brandon Roy, and it was cool coming in everyday to class and talking about things that didn't pretain to basketball. I always thought he appreciated that I kept our conversations away from basketball. Nate Robinson was in that class, and so was Bobby Jones, so I guess if I was ever to go giddy over another man, that would have been my opportunity. All three of those ballers are in the NBA now...
So, when I saw Lofa tonight, it was an easy decision to just nod my head, and move to the counter. But guess what? When I got to the counter, mutha-fucking Minnesota Timberwolves guard Trenton Hassell was at the register. The check out girl was absolutely dying with an NBA star in front of her, and Lofa roaming the products in front of her station. She dropped my shorts twice, and couldn't swipe my gift cards with any frequency. She said to me "I can't concentrate, Lofa is right there, I want to talk to him so bad".
All in all, it was an eventful trip to Nike Town this evening.
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