Yes, it's true. Kevin Durant, everyone's favorite NBA superstar, loves to sign autographs. He also loves doing his taxes, making his bed, brushing his teeth, and doing all sorts of other menial chores that make lesser men scoff. Are you listening, kids? Kevin Durant loves all of it.
From the Oklahoman:
It’s not Cal Ripken, coming out after every Baltimore Oriole game and signing for two hours as lines of fans snaked around Camden Yards. But it’s mighty impressive in the 21st century, for an international celebrity to mingle with fans in such a manner.
"I put myself in their shoes," Durant said. "That means a lot to people. Just showing my fans, letting them know I’m a nice guy to talk to."
Isn't that special? And sorry to the writers at the Oklahoman, but "mighty impressive" might even be an understatement. Kevin Durant is unlike any superstar we've seen in the 21st Century. Everything we've always wanted, he gives us.
Did you hear about the time he went to Africa and built a hospital with nothing more than his bare hands and popsicle sticks (after he'd given popsicles to all the village children)? You might have missed it, because Durant didn't want it to be reported in the press. (Of course he didn't).
Ergghhh... Okay. Even with all the soaring hyperbole surrounding his ascension to the NBA's elite, I love Kevin Durant for the same reasons the rest of the media does. But come on. Signing autographs for 10 minutes? I know the NBA needs a "Good" to LeBron's "Evil", but we don't have to go and make KD into a modern-day Mother Theresa.
Like this bizarre viral ad campaign from Nike. "Look at KD! He lets kids in house!"
I'm not doubting that Kevin Durant is a good dude that likes helping people and cares about treating his fans with respect. But as he continues to dominate, watching the media fall over themselves to applaud the NBA's Cal Ripken will get really old, really quick. We're already weary. And as far as Nike's new campaign is concerned, I liked this story better when nobody knew about it...
A few days later the phone rings. It's Durant, the Sonics rookie, the No. 2 pick in the spring's NBA draft, the 19-year-old basketball prodigy, the so-called savior of the Seattle franchise. And he's asking for Michael.
"He really wasn't, like, fazed or anything, and he was just talking to me like I was one of his friends from school," Durant says. "I said, 'What are you doing?' He said he was playing video games. I asked him, 'What game are you playing?' and things like that.
"I told them they could come in the house and asked if they wanted to look around, but they didn't want to," Durant says. "I could tell they were kind of nervous. It's not a problem to me if they come over. If a little kid wants to play video games, they can come over. I really wouldn't mind."
...And, you know, when it wasn't completely staged by Nike.