Sebastian is my ten-year old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people.
Growing up, I was a sports fanatic in the truest sense of the word. I was obsessed: I would watch any competition, no matter how mundane: hot-dog eating contest, Professional Bowlers Tour, even the Putt-Putt competitions on the local feed out of Toledo.
During the World Series, I would say I was going to bed only to camp out on the stairs, watching the game as my parents snored on the couch.
Obsession in any form is unhealthy so I was determined to let my boys find their own way—if they wanted to follow sports, I would be there to guide, if not, well, I would (try to) support their other interests.
Recently though, I realized I needed to step in a bit in order to spare them from public humiliation.
Me: “Did you know that LeBron is leaving the Cavaliers?”
Sebastian: “Duh! He is playing for the Lakers now.”
Me: “Well, not quite yet, but yes, he signed with the Lakers.”
Pause. Hesitant to ask the next question….
Me: “Where do the Lakers play?”
Seba (with confidence): “San Jose!”
I paused again, hoping he was kidding….
Me (after about a minute): “You’re kidding, right?”
Seba: “Yes!” Another pause. “Pittsburgh?”
Me: “Are you messing with me?” It did not seem so. “The Lakers? It is one of the iconic franchises in this country, like the New York Yankees!”
Seba: “The Lakers are from New York?”
Dejected, I told him the actual location.
Later that night, I recounted the episode at the dinner table for my wife with Sebastian present.
My wife: “Do you remember where the LLLLLakers play?”
Seba: “London?”
Ok, but we (at least I) still don’t know where the Lakers play ?! Intolerable suspens…
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Los Angeles!
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