Mike, my youngest son is a bachelor. He may not be married, but he is “Uncle Mike” to four kids that just adore him. He is so involved in their school work and their extra curricular activities, a person would think that he was, in fact their parent.
Mike stayed with us this winter for economic reasons. We live just five miles from his job site, so it certainly made sense. I think however, we probably drove him nuts. He went back home as fast as he could. Any way this winter he went to all the activities that were scheduled for these four kids. Basketball was always on his list.
One night he came home and threw a new T-Shirt at me and told me he had won it at the ball game. His name had been drawn for the opportunity of trying to hit three different stages of basketball points; a free throw, half court, and a three point basket. If he made all three baskets, he would win two hundred fifty dollars.
First Mike made the free throw, then Mike made the three pointer, then the audience got quiet, in the kids’ eyes Mike is an old man he surely couldn’t make the next basket from half a court away. They were right, but he did hit the rim. It’s always said that close doesn’t count except in horseshoes, but I think close in Mom’s eyes is good enough.
Even the press was impressed, they took several pictures of Mike attempting to beat reality.
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