Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Hugs and Afros

It was hot and hell that NBA Draft Day.  It was that type of heat that makes you shake your fist at that glowing orb of fire in the sky and curse its persistent glow.  You begin to wonder if perhaps you should have been sacrificing virgins or lambs to some obscure sun deity during the cooler parts of the year.  With neither virgin nor lamb at my disposal I sought refuge in one of the many air-conditioned safe havens near me.  Today I might finally understand the hype and fascination behind the NBA Draft, or at the very least consume a few ice cold beers in a comfortable enviroment.  
      

4th Street Pizza would surely be the best bar to witness the Draft Day crowd in full fervor.


I should also mention that 4th Street Pizza also has loads of beer, and lovely bartenders who will give you smaller samples of other beer.  Beer and Beer Jr. would accompany me on my Draft Day safari.


"The hug" appears to be the most commonly used gesture by drafted players to express feelings of joy and gratitude.

When using "the hug" in a high pressure situation be sure to designate which side you and your hug recipient will be advancing towards.  If sides are not clearly chosen "the kiss" might occur, which is not the best way to start an NBA career.


It is my firm belief that intimate words and phrases are exchanged during "the hug," but I have no solid evidence of what they are.  I assume they are too hot for television.


"The afro" is clearly the preferred Draft Day hair style, regardless of ethnicity.


"The hug" combined with "the back grip" indicates a different level of gratitude, or perhaps intimacy.


Zach Collins did not sport "the afro" or implement "the hug" during his Draft Day selection.  He instead decided to come off as incredibly awkward and unprepared.  Good luck kid.


My attention started to shift after Bam was chosen to play for the Miami Heat.  He appeared slightly drunk, and for this I applaud him.


By the end of my social experiment I concluded that televising the NBA Draft is pointless, but beer, pizza, and air-conditioning are not.  And I was also one of the only people watching.