“So let me get this straight. You want to improve the fan experience by getting me to dance around at halftime for five minutes?” Paul Millsap asked.
“Yep,” replied Steve, the Hawks’ bespectacled marketing coordinator. “With dubstep.”
“Don’t we have the dance team for that? The Hawks Hoes or whatever they’re called?”
“They’re fine for the male audience, but we need something for the ladies in the crowd. That’s where you come in,” Steve answered. He handed Paul a manila folder containing a single conceptual drawing.
Paul’s eyebrows raised in surprise when he inspected the drawing. “This thing makes it look like I’m not wearing very many clothes.”
Reaching into an unseen drawer or cabinet, Steve pulled out a tiny speedo covered in fake brown bear fur. “Just this, in fact.”
“And you’re saying that you came up with this idea yourself?” Paul asked in disbelief.
Steve looked a little nervous, but the smile remained on his face as he avoided eye contact. “Yeah. Of course I did. I come up with ideas all the time.”
“Because this idea is so ridiculous, you know, it really sounds like something that some nobody on the internet would come up with,” Paul continued. “There’s this YouTube channel, he always writes the stupidest stuff, it’s called DownT-”
“I did NOT get this idea from the internet!” Steve interrupted angrily. “The Thrillsap Experience is an original creation! Now, are you going to wear the speedo and do sexy dances or not?”
Paul slid the manila folder back to its owner. “I don’t think so.” He got up and left the office.
“Budenholzer will hear about this!” Steve called after him. “I actually talked to him yesterday and you know what he said? You know what he said, Paul? He said ‘minutes restrictions’! And he was talking about YOU!”
When there was no response to this outburst, Steve sadly logged back in to his computer and continued perusing DownToBuck. Maybe there were more ideas that he could try out.