In mild fan attire.
The Boston Celtics swept the New York Knickerbockers in the first round of the NBA East playoffs. This is a glorious thing if only for the fact I don't have to watch Spike Lee until he shows up at a Yankees/Red Sox game.
For the last game of the series, (tonight), Mr. Lee wore a burnt orange porkpie hat with a wide band of deep lavender. Team colors, okay... but with the matching square cut sport coat and red and white polka-dot ascot, the guy like some Cab Calloway wannabe. Enough about Mr. Lee's sartorial splendor. The guy's seat is court side, on the floor. He evidently takes this to mean he can stand up, get on the court, call plays or time-out in the refs' faces. He was standing on the court!!! The only one standing on the court-- further onto the court than Knicks' coach Mike D'Atoni. Who the hell does he think he is? You don't do that! Take a lesson from the number one L.A. Lakers fan. Jack shows up in black, somber clothing. He's got his signature red-orange shades, okay. But he sits in his seat. He doesn't plant his feet on the court, waves his arms up and down like some guy flagging in a plane on the runway, calling plays.
Maybe he forgot he is a "fan" and not on the Knicks payroll. He does make a pretty pathetic cheerleader, who has clearly overstepped his bounds. It was reported in February that he had a confrontation with Kevin Garnett during a game in Madison Square Garden. “Garnett needs to calm the fuck down,” he continued. “There’s no reason he should be cursing at me the way he did the last game. So you can put that in the article. It was disrespectful and I would never do nothing like that to him.”
Think what you will about KG. He has been an all-star every season he has played in the NBA. He is a team player and, while no one disputes his on-court intensity, his contract does not stipulate he has to put up with confrontations with wealthy and self-important fans.
Maybe Mr. Lee is suffering from an identity crisis. Perhaps, he's deluded himself into believing he isn't a has-been in his chosen profession. He has long since stopped "Doing the Right Thing" and has become a sports groupie with the irritation level of an oversized gnat.
Spike... your 15 minutes are way over. Get into the cheap seats and... shut up.