Madison Square Garden went very quiet when my face appeared on the giant screen above center court.
Eighteen thousand people — New Yorkers, no less — had decided to silence their cheers.
Eighteen thousand people had agreed, as one, to reject me.
The chyron below my face on the GardenVision screen read: “Actor.” That hurt, because I no longer think of myself as just an actor.
It also hurt because the subhead read: “‘The Wolf of Snow Hollow.’” Solid movie — I mean no disrespect — but it’s just that I die within the first three minutes.
Persons:
Kenan Thompson’s, —, I’m, ”
Locations:
Madison