Tales from the Sportsplex
So I was practicing at the Sportsplex tonight, and a little boy skates up to me.
Six-year-old skater: Do you cheer for the Predators?
Me: Yes, I do. Do you?
Six: Yeah, I like the Predators.
Me: Yeah, they're great.
Six: What number do you go for?
Me: Um, I like all of them. I guess Radulov's pretty good.
Six: I like Tootoo. He's the best.
Me: Yeah, he's a good guy.
Six: He scores all the goals. Like, a hundred.
Me: [*crickets*]
Six-year-old skater: Do you cheer for the Predators?
Me: Yes, I do. Do you?
Six: Yeah, I like the Predators.
Me: Yeah, they're great.
Six: What number do you go for?
Me: Um, I like all of them. I guess Radulov's pretty good.
Six: I like Tootoo. He's the best.
Me: Yeah, he's a good guy.
Six: He scores all the goals. Like, a hundred.
Me: [*crickets*]
posted by Anonymous at
8:59 PM
4 Comments:
Welcome to my world of being left speechless by a kiddo.
I thought he was the guy who beats people up. I dunno.
If he is, I got a few folks for him to put on his list. ;-P
Oh! I thought he was asking you if you were a preds CHEERLEADER. And then I was wondering, 'were you wearing spandex?' Then I got it. Don't you remember when you were a kid and you saw the world as you wanted it to be? I had my own words for songs and I made my heros to be superheros. Them were the days.
Aw, gotta love kids. Silly boy.
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