Sebastian is our sixteen-year-old son 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.
As some of you know, I am the J.V. basketball coach at Sebastian’s school where he is a starter on the Varsity. This week, we were in the gym, getting ready for the season, and the kids were about to scrimmage…
Me: “Pick a number between one and five to see who gets the ball first.”
Sebastian: “Seven.”
the drunken cyclist 