Sometimes you just never know who you’re going to bump into at work. It’s another one of the cool things about the coolest job in the world. I walked into our lunchroom and there was a tall man dressed like the American flag with hair as tall as a small child. It was Don King, the legendary boxing promoter. King at one time was bigger than the boxers themselves.
Don King, Legendary Boxing Promoter
King held court around the lunchroom, in the lobby, the newsroom, pretty much everywhere. He was at Comcast Sportsnet to promote HBO fights taking place at Mohegan Sun. He shook hands and took picture like a champ. “You git it?” he asked me after I snapped one with my cell phone.
”Hold on, hold on.” I told him after the first one came out blurry.
I took another. “You git it?” he asked again while flashing a blinding smile.
Well not really, but this is as good as I could do. My camera phone stinks.
“Mr. King your chariot awaits,” one of his handlers said as his big car pulled up to take him away.
And just like that he was gone. After watching him pull out of the parking lot I went to the bathroom, did my business, and as I was washing my hands I noticed hair in the sink. I’m pretty sure it was Don King’s, based on the color and texture. He left more than smiles and people talking about his big hair and rhino-studded, red, white and blue groovy shoes. He left a part of himself, his calling card, right there in the sink!
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