"You realize that 'The Real Shaq' is probably a 5'4 White, 14 year old emo kid who's getting his jolly's from the attention, right?" I asked him.
"I don't know. I think it's really him"
Today Sean and I were discussing rumored trade situations over IM, and the possibility of Shaq being traded to Cleveland.
"Well, I just got a twitter from The Real Shaq, and he's at 5 & Diner right now," Sean informed me.
"Let's go then" I said, assuming that I'd finally put this "Real Shaq" crap to rest.
Twenty minutes later we were pulling up to the restaurant and looking for the big black truck that he's rumored to drive around town. "Maybe that's it" Sean said, pointing at an older, but nice Van and laughing. As we pulled up I saw the Superman symbol on the grill.
Maybe that is it?
We went in, and to my surprise the MDE(Most Dominant Ever) was sitting in the corner booth by himself. We gave the man a nod and "Hey" as we walked to our table and were soon whispering back and forth like 12 year old girls at the 7th grade dance.
"You go talk to him" I said, while tugging nervously on my dress.
"No, you go talk to him" Sean replied while flipping his hair.
We placed our order, and spent 10 minutes trying to work up the sack to go say something.
"Should I tell him I'm glad he's sticking around?"
"Go tell him you're his twitter buddy"
"Should I ask for a picture?"
Given another 2-3 years, I'm sure we would have worked up the nerve to go talk to him, but before that could happen Sean's iPhone buzzed with a "tweet" from Shaq.
I feel twitterers around me, r there any twitterers in 5 n diner wit me, say somethin
"Hey" Sean said, with a slight bit of confidence.
Returning to our hushed whispers I asked Sean, "Should we go talk to him now?"
"I don't know, should we?"
"Yes, you should" a very deep voice entered our conversation from 2 booths over.
We quickly hopped up and rushed over like like two eight year olds who had just heard the ice cream truck pass by.
"I know it's dorky man, but can I get a pic with you?" I asked, slightly intimidated.
"Of course" he said, "Pull up a seat" The behemoth slid over and patted the booth next to him. As I pulled out my phone to take a picture he snatched it out of my hand and inspected it.
"What's this got? Windows Mobile?"
He gave it the once over before handing it back and showing off his Google Phone. We talked for a bit, and snapped a photo for both Sean and me before shaking hands and returning to our table. I almost got the feeling he wanted us to hang out, but we didn't really want to push our luck.
"Make sure you put that on your web page" he said as we walked away.
After he'd left, our young waiter came over. We asked if Shaq had actually eaten anything since his table was empty when we'd gone over.
"He ordered like 20 dollars worth of food" the kid stammered out, obviously thrilled to be talking about it, "And he left me a 160 dollar tip. Then he asked for a Sprite and gave me forty bucks for it."
We got back to the office, and saw that Shaq's last twitter was basically calling us a bunch of panzies:
To all twitterers , if u c me n public come say hi, we r not the same we r from twitteronia, we connect
Not to be outdone "The Real Nash" wrote:
Diesel, 5 n diner has great chili and milkshakes but i know you're on a diet so you had a salad!!
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