This post goes out to hoopsheads everywhere, and their little hoopsheads!
Now, for as long as I can remember, I’ve been a basketball fan. I was never much of a player, but I sure could watch a mean game of ball. Anyway, since my kids were little, I’ve been looking forward to the day when I could share my enjoyment of hoops with them. Luckily for me, that day came sooner than anticipated.
B’s six years old, and he’s turned into quite the little baller. If he’s not playing basketball, then he’s talking about it, especially all things NBA related. While that part has been “like father, like son,” I’ve also realized that his perspective on the game is sometimes not like mine at all.
Because they’re the local team, I’ve watched many Toronto Raptors games with my buddies over the years, either on TV or in person. We have a beer or two, cheer the Raps on, talk some trash, and shoot the breeze about whatever. Good times.
When I watch games with B, though, it’s still good times, but the discussions are….
Not bad, of course. Just random. The mind of small kid is a scary place, for real.
Here, let me give you an example. Game Two of the NBA playoffs. Toronto Raptors versus Miami Heat. Myself, B and our stuffed Raptors mascot……
settle in to catch the action. The following conversations took place:
⊕ B thinks that I am like Human Google, and if I don’t have an answer, then actual Google knows all. When told that one of the commentators, Alvin Williams, used to play in the NBA, B wanted to know how many buzzer beaters he made. Not surprisingly, this stat is hard to find. If anyone knows the answer, please let me know.
⊕ During the pre-game introductions:
B – “Daddy? Is that Miami’s coach?! Where’s he from? What colour is he?
I’m at a loss for words, as I’ve never thought about Erik Spoelstra’s heritage before.
⊕ A few months ago, I made the mistake of telling B that my least favorite NBA player was Joe Johnson (What? He’s a Raptor killer). Every time Johnson got the ball during the game, B cheered wildly, to spite me.
⊕ More human Googling:
B – “Has Norman Powell played against every team?”
Me – “I don’t think so.”
B – “What teams hasn’t he played?”
*At this point, I called an audible. Rather than spending the next several minutes cross-referencing Norman freakin’ Powell’s game log, I recanted my prior answer.*
Me – “Wait! He has played against every team!”
B – “He has? Even Golden State?”
Me – “Yeah!”
I figured that would be it. But B had one more, head-scratching question:
B – “What time did he play Golden State at? What minutes?”
Sigh. Moving on….
⊕ With about a minute and a half left in the first quarter, B started to get excited about possibly seeing his favorite play – a buzzer beater. He started chanting “Buzzer beater!” As the clock counted down, he added a weird, nasaly, Russian accent to his chant. Alas, no buzzer beater was made.
⊕ If you’re like me, you and your friends have probably discussed which players your favorite team should trade for. Fantasy general managing. B and I took a stab at it:
B – “Golden State should trade Steph Curry for Jonas Valančiūnas.”
Me – “That trade would never happen. Golden State would want more for their best player.”
B – “Like Bismack Biyombo?”
Me – “No. They would want a lot more. Like a team’s best player, or a bunch of really good players.”
B – “Oh. They should trade Steph Curry for Kobe Bryant.”
Me – “Why would they want someone who’s retired?”
B – “Curry for Lebron James!”
I couldn’t argue that one.
⊕ Later, the game showed a person in the crowd holding a sign which read ‘Be Yourself, Lowry.’
B – “Well, who else would he be? He is Kyle’s Lowry!”
⊕ Even though the game was close, he went upstairs to his room, to shoot hoops on his mini net. He eventually wandered back down at halftime. He had two questions – was there a buzzer beater, and who took the last shot that wasn’t a buzzer beater.