I don’t know who we talk to in the Denver Nuggets marketing department to ensure that Chris Andersen dressing up as Santa Claus keeps happening every year, but we need to figure that out. Because, seriously, this year’s pictures are at least as good as last year’s. That’s what happens when you add an entire map’s worth of ink to Santa’s neck and ears.
Not to mention, we’ve reached the point in Chris Andersen’s career where there are multiple children Mohawking their hair just to look like him. It’s a scary world we live in, like when Marty McFly goes to the alternate 1985 and everyone is wearing double ties and Flea is creeping everybody out. It is just like that.
I mean, look at this kid. He’s got a Birdman-inspired Mohawk working and he’s still stunned by seeing Chris Andersen up close. Sure, all the tattoos, shaved-in hair lines and sky high coif are awesome on a high definition television screen, but when you’re face to face with a man who’s turned his body in to a Lynryd Skynyrd tribute, things get weird pretty fast.
This kid knows what I’m talking about.
Yeah, I’m with this little dude. That’s exactly how I’d react to standing next to Chris Andersen if I were nine years old. Maybe with a little more screaming and pee pants, because yikes.
But as a grown-up, I just have to give props. To Chris Andersen for having a great time as Santa and to the Nuggets for realizing there is no greater photo op than a tattooed, Mohawked giant in a furry red suit. Well done, all around.