Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Even Better than the Jonas Brothers' Hair

We went to the holiday sing-in at Energy Solutions Arena last night with our friends the Bawdens. We were standing in line for our free hotdogs when Janeen leaned over to me and said, "Is that Shawn Bradley?" When I turned my head, I noticed I was looking right at a navel. Whose navel? Seven-foot-six-inch Shawn Bradley's.

As we sat there eating our hotdogs, we were of course excitedly talking about our celebrity sighting. That's when something even more exciting happened. "Guys, where'd you get the ketchup?" What? Shawn Bradley is talking to us?

Brett kept his cool and said calmly, "Right over there."

Shawn Bradley: "Thanks."
According to this site, Shawn Bradley is also known as:

"The Stormin' Mormon," "The Deathstick," "Missionary Impossible," "The Mormon Mantis," "The Praying Mantis," and "Siggi."

It's hard to choose a favorite, but I think I'm going to have to go with "The Deathstick."


Cheeseboy said...

That is great for you Spencer. One question - how did you know that it was really Shawn Bradley?

By the way, Shawn moved into our Stake and I see him at every priesthood meeting. Not to steal your thunder or anything...

su-tang 3000 said...

Thunder is officially stolen. Thanks for nothing.

Cheeseboy said...

My apologies to your thunder.

Elder Hud said...

Do these jockey shorts effectively hide my thunder?

Being a somewhat hardcore Utah b-ball fan, I was at a fundraiser and saw I was going to be sitting next to Shawn Bradley, one of my most hated BYU b-ball players of all time, so I quickly thought up some clever and rude things to say to the jerk so the only thing he'd have to comfort him after was his beautiful wife and family and his millions of dollars.

When he sat down next to me, he was so tall that his knees were well above the table and he basically straddled the thing. My momma's training kicked in unfortunately, and I was polite and didn't say anything. Turns out he was extremely nice and down to earth, and not in a way that Paris Hilton fans might describe her. Just a genuine good guy.

Turns out the only jerk at the table was me, which my wife didn't mind pointing out after.