My ode to Carl (the guy in the brown jacket):
Carl lives near me, so I run into him occasionally. Looking at him, he gives off the impression that he’s the nicest guy in the world. That is wrong.
Saying that he is the nicest guy in the world understates just how great a guy he is. Random people walk up and hug him, and he just hugs them right back. I’ve never met someone who takes such joy in making other people happy.
Ok, back to basketball…