A little over a year ago, I got a part time job as a Cameraman at an NBA arena.
Since then I've been living out a basketball fan's dream, sitting in front of the front row for NBA, WNBA, NCAA, High School Basketball and some random other events.
I have court level access, which has led to shaking hands with Brad Stevens, fist bumping with Jesse Jackson, dodging kicks from cheerleaders, narrowly avoiding being bitten by Frisbee dogs, and some random encounters with players.
I've been run over...
on more than one occasion....
I've posted a few random musings in threadzilla...
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Originally Posted by TheNoodleMan
At Nets-Pacers, late in the 3rd Posey and Vujacic start to get into it a bit. Posey is standing on the blocks while someone else takes a FT and is complaining to ref Scott Foster about something Vujacic did.
Foster is standing on the opposite wing and says loudly to Posey "Sorry I thought you guys were just friends or some ****," which is the first time I've heard a ref swear loud enough for fans to hear it.
Posey had the most wtf-why-would-I-be-friends-with-him look on his face as he yelled back "hell no!"
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Last night in Indy, a heckler in the front row yells at Noah "You look like my sister."
Noah calmly turns and says "She must be very beautiful, your family is blessed."
Hardest I've laughed at an NBA game in forever.
In pregame I overheard a philsophical debate between Kurt Thomas and Keith Bogans about who deserves to be called the White Mamba: Scalabrine or Korver.
Bogans felt like it should belong to Korver, Thomas disagreed.
The crowd was split pretty evenly between Bulls and Pacers fans but they all came together to loudly boo J-Woww when she was introduced in the second quarter. She slunk off out of the lower bowl and hid out for most of the 3rd quarter but came back wearing a Hansbrough jersey just before the start of the 4th. She shed the jersey pretty quickly and gave it away to a little kid. I don't watch jersey shore, so I don't really know anything about her but up close she looks like a piece of orange leather.
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Last night I'm at center court a couple minutes before the anthem, which is a prime moment where I've got no real responsibilities but am right in the middle of everything and can joke around a bit. I've got two refs standing there, Bill Kennedy and Michael Smith, so I ask them who would win if they play one-on-one. The both agree that that Smith would win easily by backing Kennedy down.
Then the 3rd ref, Brent Barnaky, comes over and starts calling the other two by their home cities and says that Memphis (Smith) would win because he comes from a better basketball town than Phoenix (Kennedy).
So asked Memphis if he would beat Barnaky too, and he says 'I don't don't know, he's new. I don't know much about him.'
At this point Barnaky says that he's lying in wait, and that his strength is that they don't know him. He then proceeds to break into an Al Pacino impersonation, quoting a scene from The Devil's Advocate...
No matter how good you are don't ever let them see you coming. That's the gaffe my friend. You gotta keep yourself small. Innocuous. Be the little guy. You know, the nerd... the leper... ****-kickin' surfer.
I guess there is no real point to the story, I just thought the whole thing was kind of odd and funny.
But I've never delved too far into it. I figured that since I had a milestone post and the NBA is finally coming back, that now would be a decent time for a thread about what its like to work down on the floor among some of the best athletes in the world. So if you have any questions, fire away.
Or if no one is interested, it can sink away to obscurity.