Simon announced he wanted to play basketball tonight, which was an inspired idea, as we play in the cool, cool basement, and today was the hottest, most humid day of the year so far.
After a few warm up shots, Simon ran towards the basket for his new lay-up move. BOOM! Simon was down on the floor. “What happened?” I asked him.
“An L.A. Laker hit me,” he said, picking himself up. And then after a short pause, “He just got thrown out of the game.”
Two or three plays later, Simon was down again. “I bent my elbow backwards. I need Kevin Garnett to help me.” He went to the “locker room” (the couch), insisting that I play on without him. We he returned a few minutes later, he told me that he could only play with one arm, and then proceeded to make a slam dunk on his little Fisher Price goal. Impressive, but his one-armed passes were nowhere near as accurate as Rajon Rondo’s.
He has to be the funniest kid ever with a brain like a sponge.
Without your links and explanatory sides, I had zero idea what he was talking about. Which makes Simon smarter than me.
He is a bigger NBA fan than I am. And I live in Boston.