So, I finish today's run, and I'm walking up to the house with my sunglasses, headband - I'm not the coolest cube in the tray...
And these little kids - 3 boys all about 11 years old, are playing basketball in their driveway (across the street from me).
I say something about them playing a game, and they say they don't have enough players. I say "Oh, okay - I'll play for just a few minutes."
We make introductions - and I am very careful to say "My name is Mark"...
They're dinky little guys, the rim is 8 1/2 feet high - and these little boys never call me "Mark". Instead, the talkative littlest one (he's now my opponent) just keeps referring to me as "Shaq". He never actually talks to me. Just about me. Like I'm not there. I miss a dunk and he hollers "Shaq misses the wide open dunk!"
Mocked by a 6th grader.
By the way - my team won.
5 comments:
I can't believe we get to go to Florida with SHAQ!!!
Its that miserable whiny look on your face man -- brighten up!
You'll always be SHAQ to me.
Ha! that's great...I didn't know you were such a baller, Mark!
thats great, thanks for the laugh shaq
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