So I was watching a Lakers game a couple of years back on my brand new plasma screen for the first time, simply in awe. The whole HD experience with sports was revolutionary. With its amazing clarity came details of plays, interactions and environment that was never possible from your couch.
Then it happened. Somewhere in early 4th quarter when the camera panned over to its customary Jack shot, I saw myself, sitting in front row!
No, not me of the present but that of 20 years in the future. “Not bad”, I thought. It had always been my dream to be financially stable enough to throw away crazy money to watch professional athletes from the front row giving maybe their 40% best in the regular season.
Since then it became routine to check out and see how I was doing during every Lakers home game. I have to say, I’m pretty loyal. I’m there every game (usually decked out in Forum blue and Forum gold). Always intense. And in crunch time, I’d even bring out the Asian crouch to help the team.
Occasionally the ‘present me’ gets invited to go watch the games live. I’m very fortunate to know people with great seats. My friend Brian probably has the best seats, two rows behind the visitors bench. It’s cool. Not only do you get to watch the game and listen to the opposing coach bark out orders but you also get to trash talk the players. The best was when the Shane Battier showed up wearing a suit of Houston Rockets Red, not knowing that he’d keep getting stopped by people because they thought he was part of the Staples Center security staff.
That game turned out to be a blow out. As the crowd started toward the exits, I just sat there with pride. I (as a real Laker fan) would never leave the game til the final buzzer. Never.
And then the ‘future me’ did something that shook me to my core…
I left the game early.
And as Jack and ‘future me’ (with a badass cane no less) walked by, I felt a primal and intense urge to stop me and ask why I would do such a warm weather move. But alas I couldn’t do it, because I kinda already knew what I had become.
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I’ve shared this story with friends over the years and was surprised to find out that I wasn’t alone in experiencing “the McFly”. Some friends have met future versions of themselves while others the past. Now it’s your turn to share.
My McFly lives in Malaysia and is a big time pop singer there, http://tinyurl.com/n8u86w
Apparently I was working on the Harvey Milk campaign during the ’70s in San Francisco:
http://www.asianweek.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/milk.png
I was at the ’08 Olympics diving for China.
http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/82391317/AFP
my mcfly would be the kid from goonies and indiana jones. YOU CHEAT DOCTOR JONES!
Justin has frightened me with his McFly suggestion for me. I’m going to say mine is one of those old wizened noodle-figurine makers in Taiwan. or any old person sitting around making arts n’ crafts or drawing pictures.
whew, that’ll teach me to wait too long before posting my round-the-horn comment.
just curious, is that a girl or a guy?
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