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Thursday, May 7, 2009
Missed it by that much
Ok, so by now, we've all heard/read about Dirk Nowitzki's baby mama drama.
Here's the latest thing I have convinced myself of: I am about 5.5 degrees of separation away from this story.
Back in about 2006 or so, I was the web site editor for a then-daily free publication aimed at 18-34 year-olds. Part of my job was to go to Dallas Mavericks' practices at AAC and record podcast interviews with a couple players.
The best day ever? The Day Dirk Smiled at Me. I even went all Angela Chase about it in my journal that night.
I was standing out of the way of the long limbs and bouncing balls, and apparently near the bathroom. I was setting my recorder when I looked up and Mr. N. was coming straight for me. Or, rather straight for the bathroom.
And ... he smiled at me. And said hi. That was it. He was just being nice or friendly. But still. (My journal says it was "a genuine smile, not a move-it-chippy-I-have-to-pee" disdainful acknowledgment.)
And ... what did I do? What I always do: Smile the Cheekbone Special, said hey and looked down. (I only reached up to his waist and it was kind of embarrassing, what with him on his way to the bathroom and all. I didn't want to be that in the way. Plus, I was "on the job" and you know, ethics and whatnot.)
Who knows? That could have been it, the moment that saved both of us a hell of a lot of trouble with the opposite sex.
Anyway. What're you gonna do? Sliding doors and all that.
Here's the latest thing I have convinced myself of: I am about 5.5 degrees of separation away from this story.
Back in about 2006 or so, I was the web site editor for a then-daily free publication aimed at 18-34 year-olds. Part of my job was to go to Dallas Mavericks' practices at AAC and record podcast interviews with a couple players.
The best day ever? The Day Dirk Smiled at Me. I even went all Angela Chase about it in my journal that night.
I was standing out of the way of the long limbs and bouncing balls, and apparently near the bathroom. I was setting my recorder when I looked up and Mr. N. was coming straight for me. Or, rather straight for the bathroom.
And ... he smiled at me. And said hi. That was it. He was just being nice or friendly. But still. (My journal says it was "a genuine smile, not a move-it-chippy-I-have-to-pee" disdainful acknowledgment.)
And ... what did I do? What I always do: Smile the Cheekbone Special, said hey and looked down. (I only reached up to his waist and it was kind of embarrassing, what with him on his way to the bathroom and all. I didn't want to be that in the way. Plus, I was "on the job" and you know, ethics and whatnot.)
Who knows? That could have been it, the moment that saved both of us a hell of a lot of trouble with the opposite sex.
Anyway. What're you gonna do? Sliding doors and all that.
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