Yesterday, I walked into the Apple Store to see a man who was approximately the size of the Eiffel Tower.
“Good God, that guy could scale Mt. Everest in one step,” my mom said, staring. At the time, we could only see the man’s back. I nodded yes, then proceeded to look for a car charger for my new iPhone. After years of rocking a simple LG flip phone that could barely send text messages never mind search the internet, I have finally joined the 21st century.
Circling the store in search of the charger, I finally caught a glimpse of Eiffel Tower’s face. He was Hasheem Thabeet.
“That guy’s an NBA player,” I told my mom. “He played at UConn before that.”
“You should get his autograph,” she responded.
“It wouldn’t be worth much,” quipped my brother Tommy.
“I think I’ll pass,” I concluded.
So why do I include the story of seeing Thabeet in the Apple store, where he was presumably begging them to design an iPhone app which could make him resemble a real NBA player? Four reasons:
1) It’s a good story.
2) He could probably play big minutes for the Knicks.
3) It’s Easter, so I’m celebrating with family rather than slaving on the blog.
4) While other teams participate in the postseason, it must really suck to be in an Apple store in Holyoke, MA, getting ogled at by everyone who walks in the store and made fun of by anyone who understands basketball. If all goes right today, Ronny Turiaf will soon be coming to an Apple store near you.