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Some reach their calling late in life. Steve Ballmer appears to have reached peak ululating.
In times gone by, he was famous for leaping around a stage to motivate developers. He prayed that they would do something that would make Microsoft happy.
Now, he is the owner of the Los Angeles Clippers, a team with some dubious characters and a penchant for brawn above subtlety. Yes, it's not only dogs that resemble their owners.
Last night, the Clippers outhustled and outmuscled the far more sophisticated San Antonio Spurs in game 1 of the NBA playoffs.
This gave the former Microsoft CEO the chance to release the beast within. His eyes bulged. His mouth opened to the wingspan of a pterodactyl. His commitment spewed over the Staples Center, until it surely engulfed all who were there.
The Clippers won, but Ballmer has only just begun. Unlike developers conferences, NBA games come up every other night. This gives us all hope that he will regale us with new emotive ballet for every occasion.
What if his team is in a close game and a call goes against them? Will Ballmer rush the court and scream right in the face of the refs until their senses are deafened? What if the Clippers win in a come-from-behind spectacular? Will Ballmer's body defy all known principles of gravity and describe two directions simultaneously?
His entry into the NBA is a complete delight. Should his weak-benched team come up against my own Golden State Warriors, I hope to see him scream more than he ever has. In frustration, that is.