Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Bobs Having A Harden Time

“He’s looking right at me.”

Stay still, Bobby. James Harden’s vision is based on movement.

“Like an Argentinian?”

No, like a T-Rex.

“Very similar. T-Rex never got over the Falklands thing, either.”

I don’t know if that’s true.

“Phil sent me a Facebook link about it.”

Still. How’d you like the game?

“It was, uh, all right. Lots of back-and-forth. Shooting, passing, all kinds of action words. Very energetic sport. Plus, basketball’s the only non-glove sport. Baseball, hockey, football: gloves. Here, there’s nothing between the players’ hands and the fans. That creates a bond.”

I guess so.

“He’s still looking at me.”

Don’t move.

“I’m not. Not a twitch, except for talking to you and eating a hot dog.”

You’re good, then.

1 Comment

  1. wrayven

    Thanks for confirming that I wasn’t hallucinating that Bob was courtside today.

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