We’re pretty lucky to have Perk in our town

An absolute must-read piece from Deadspin today about how Kendrick Perkins built a friendship with a couple fans. Drop everything you’re doing — even if it’s something important — and read it.

An excerpt:

Perk began to treat Justin as a sort of little brother. Every so often, he’d take Justin out to dinner after games. They’d go to Strega in Boston’s North End. The first time, Justin was afraid to order too much — or too little. “Just get what I get,” Perk told him. That turned out to be a two-pound lobster, fettuccine alfredo, and a whole chicken. Justin ate leftovers for days.

He looked up to Perk. They got their hair cut together. (“Give him the Pat Riley,” Perk told the barber when his protégé sat down in the chair. The first thing Justin’s mother said when she saw him afterward was, “Oh my god.”) They talked about women. Once Perk invited Justin to sleep over. Justin had been away at college, and Perk just wanted to catch up. Still, Justin was shocked.

“Why not?” Perk said. “You’re family.”

Yeah, probably only gonna start writing exclusively about Perk now.