Imagine you’re just trying to grab an elevator to the lobby Saturday night at some L.A. hotel and you mistakenly hit the up button. So the elevator stops on your floor. The door opens. There’s the biggest goofy white dude you’ve ever seen with his giant arms wrapped around three chicks. He’s laughing. The chicks are laughing. You say sorry for hitting the up button. They laugh. The door closes and Gronk and the three mamacitas head into the night.