Here’s the story, in Haki’s own words:
The whole thing got started last year when Terry and I got to be huge LeBron James fans and started following the Cavs closely. Last year they were awful at the start but kept getting better throughout the year.
They had a good shot at the playoffs at one point, so we said that if they made it we would buy Lebron James jerseys.
Well, that didn't happen, and when the team got off to an 0-3 start this year I was a little worried, but then they rallied from 19 down to beat Phoenix, a team that still has lost only about 4 times all season. And that was the first game we went to this year.
That night, I had noticed that one of the Gund crew who paints faces (usually for kids) at games sets up shop right at the entrance to C111, the section in which we sit. I asked if she would be there at each game and she said she would. So the next day, still pumped from the rally the night before, I declared that the first time they had an above .500 record when I attended a game, I would get my face painted.
Mark Spang got word of this and insisted that I go whole hog with it. None of this tiny logo on the cheek stuff, the whole face or it doesn't count. Well, the Cavs got going and did their part, coming into the game 13-7 and having won 8 straight at home. So we got there a little early and brought a digicam. I told Erica, the painting lady what I wanted and she went to work, forcing many a kid who just wanted a smaller job to wait in line — but not as impatiently as their parents, mind you.
Actually, it took only about 10 minutes to complete. Erica did a fine job and Terry was there to document the whole event on film. It was Terry's idea to put the "hi kt" on my right, or blue, cheek. I thought it added a personal touch. After that, we headed into the stands and watched the Cavs trounce Portland. Thank goodness, how silly would I have felt painting my face for a loss!
The biggest challenge? Well, you might think it was not touching my nose for 2 1/2 hours but actually it came after the game, when I had to figure out some way to maintain a shred a dignity while working out at Fitworks with Cavs colors all over my face. They were closing soon, and I didn't have time to wash up first.