Klay Thompson & Toaster
In recent times, with a world gazing in disbelief as a nation’s tweeter-in-chief gets toasted – left and right – an image such as this can so effortlessly become archetypal:
Klay Thompson – Jedi sharpshooter; cool as the other side of the pillow; perpetual downloader of 39-point quarters and all other manner of galactic excellence – gazes long and hard, as if to say: really?
Then concedes, upon the toaster and it’s delighted owner, the blessing of his John Hancock — as a Tibetan lama might the blessings of a silky-white khata — because: why not?
Let Them Eat Symbols
For those not yet privy to this latest piece of 21st-century technological wizardly: The item in question – viz. the Warriors Toaster – is so-named in virtue of its near-miraculous capacity to emblazon upon each Pop-Tart or piece of (white or rye or whole-wheat) toast a resemblance of the Warrior’s Golden-Gate-Bridge insignia – thus increasing a hundred-fold at least the symbolic if not nutritional value of the edible —
— not unlike how an image of Benjamin Franklin’s head imprinted – along with two zeros and a one — upon a piece of paper immediately accords the paper with its designated transactional value of $100.
Let The Play Continue
But back to Klay: unflappable, he takes it all in stride — all in a day’s work, right? – and can almost be heard to whisper, as he descends from his autograph-gifting throne:
Let the play continue!