Human Chameleon Gets Himself On Jumbotron At 30 Different NBA Games In 30 Days

I used to think that being featured on the jumbotron meant you were on TV. That whatever footage was up on the big screen was broadcast into the homes of millions of viewers. I was pretty good at getting on the jumbotron, too. I cared a lot, and that’s the key. You have to know how to spot the camera guys lining people up, and you need to make a scene. Find a way into their peripheral vision. Mostly, I would spazz out—dance, shriek, hold my breath and turn my face red… anything for airtime. The most appearances I ever had at a single game was three. Couldn’t believe it. Almost like the camera guy was trying to pipe me, and I was 11. Yikes! Shoulda reported him haha, but it was a different time.

As a jumbotron purist, I don’t have much respect for David Delooper. I’m sorry David, but you leaned on party tricks and sleight of hand to get yourself on the big screen. Costumes and signs are the clean and the clear of jumbotron doping.

It’s charming, in a way, but it’s a violation of the unwritten rules. Like bunting to break up a perfect game. You do your best with what you’ve got, hope the camera guy likes your moves, and live with the results. Not David Delooper (GREAT name) though. Guy is out here wearing hometown colors for practically every team in the league. Even Drake would take umbrage with this wonton display of fickle loyalty.

But who knows, maybe he’s an incredible dancer? Maybe he’s making the most of his ten seconds of fame?

Not… not even close. What? Yawn, ugh, and boo.

Sorry David. Your quest is noble, but your methods are impure.