Basketball ...a guest post from my Dad

So I was playing a game of pick-up with Larry Bird, and another one of his friends, last night… at around midnight.

It was two on one and I was kicking their butts when the ball popped loose and went flying across the floor.

I was hustling and I dived for the ball.

Imagine my surprise when the lights went out, the ball disappeared, …and I banged my head against the hard, sharp edge of the chest of drawers next to my bed.

A check in the bathroom mirror showed a nice long red streak across my forehead and a tiny spot of blood.

Didn’t leave any skin on the basketball court. Just left it on the bedroom furniture. :)

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This showed up in my email a few weeks ago from my Dad. I laughed so hard that I knew I would have to post it here. His birthday was last week, so in honor of him, here's big (kinda late) Happy Birthday Dad!