I flew in late Thursday night and went straight to the hotel, where David met me for a diet coke and catch-up time. My colleague and his girlfriend also joined us, and we four -- all Asians -- hunkered down in the lobby waiting to greet Yao Ming.
David spotted Yao first.
"There he is," he said, pointing toward the entrance. Yao stood outside the lobby and ducked down to step in through the doors.
The four of us -- again, all Asians -- sprang to our feet and scrambled to Yao's side like baby birds to a mama bird. Our necks craned, we stared up at him and chirped our individual "hellos."
Towering over us, Yao looked down, scanned our eager, wide-eyed faces, then sighed and looked up again.
After 15 seconds of small talk, we ushered Yao to bed to rest up before the big shoot. He nodded his head once, said good night, then lumbered toward the hotel elevators.
And that's the story of how we met Yao!!
For more pics from my short LA trip, including the non-traditional political ads we saw on Melrose, check out my Picasa web album:
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