I met Mark Jackson at the old Tower Records in Paramus when I was probably 12 years old or so. Between the Tower Records and the (now old) Barnes and Noble I met quite a few athletes and celebs, but that’s beside the point. Mark Jackson was probably the rudest I’ve met. Like of course I’m bothering him while he’s buying his CDs and DVDs or whatever, but who cares. This kid’s face got Willis Reed to sign my Knicks stuff at a game WHILE HE WAS WORKING FOR THE NETS. Jackson said “God Bless” so many times it felt sarcastic even to a 12-year-old. But you need to understand my ass asked my dad to drive me home, got something with Jackson’s face on it and went back to the god damn Tower Records for him to sign it. I was annoying him, and he was using the Lord’s name in vain to annoy me back. Fuck that guy.
I met Mark Jackson at the old Tower Records in Paramus when I was probably 12 years old or so. Between the Tower Records and the (now old) Barnes and Noble I met quite a few athletes and celebs, but that’s beside the point. Mark Jackson was probably the rudest I’ve met. Like of course I’m bothering him while he’s buying his CDs and DVDs or whatever, but who cares. This kid’s face got Willis Reed to sign my Knicks stuff at a game WHILE HE WAS WORKING FOR THE NETS. Jackson said “God Bless” so many times it felt sarcastic even to a 12-year-old. But you need to understand my ass asked my dad to drive me home, got something with Jackson’s face on it and went back to the god damn Tower Records for him to sign it. I was annoying him, and he was using the Lord’s name in vain to annoy me back. Fuck that guy.