Larry's Head v2.0
So I'm sitting in my seat at Suns/Celtics today, minding my own business, when suddenly Jeanne starts flailing and grabbing at me. I look down to where she's gesturing, and sure enough, it's Larry, walking to his courtside seat. And once again, he was sitting right in front of us. Way, way down there, but directly below us nonetheless, and this time the angle was far more conducive to staring without looking like too much of a creep. I didn't bring my camera, though, and didn't bother with the one on my phone, he was so far away-so no pictures, sadly.
He looked amazing, beautiful, signed autographs for the dozens of little kids that tiptoed up to him, and was generally glorious. At one point they showed him on the jumbotron, to much acclaim, smiling away, and for the longest time he didn't even realize it was happening. Finally you could see him wondering wtf all the commotion was about. He glanced up, saw himself, and was like, "oh hai!" and waved. I seriously <3 him.
He looked amazing, beautiful, signed autographs for the dozens of little kids that tiptoed up to him, and was generally glorious. At one point they showed him on the jumbotron, to much acclaim, smiling away, and for the longest time he didn't even realize it was happening. Finally you could see him wondering wtf all the commotion was about. He glanced up, saw himself, and was like, "oh hai!" and waved. I seriously <3 him.
