Bed Time. Lights Out for the kiddos. Time to watch my alma mater, the Mizzou Tigers play some high flyin’ hoops against our rivals to the west, the dreaded Kansas Jayhawks.
The ball is tipped, and there I am imploring the team in black and gold to get the ball to tickle the twine, make it wiggle and giggle. Then, out of nowhere, a gold headed 3 yr old boy dressed in black basketball pjs appears at the foot of my bed. “Daddy, can I watch the basketball game with you?”
Now, how do I say “no” to my son who wants to root on the Tigers especially when we’re heavy underdogs on the road at KU? We need all of the help we can get.
“Daddy, where do the Tigers live?” Answer: In Columbia, Missouri.
“Daddy, I thought Tigers lived in a jungle?” Answer: Yes, in a Jungle in Columbia, Missouri.
“Daddy, what’s a Jayhawk? Answer: An Ugly Bird.
“Daddy, can I go put my basketball jersey on?” Answer: Of course.
“Daddy, does LeBron play for the Tigers?” Answer: I wish.
“Daddy, does Kobe play for the Tigers?” Answer: I wish again. And, for my third wish, I’ll take D Wade.
“Daddy, can you find me? I’m hiding under the covers.” Answer: Hold on, Coop. We’re making a run. We’re within 8.
“Daddy, are we rooting for the Jayhawks?” Answer: No!
“Well, Daddy, the Jayhawks are winning.” Comment: Thanks Cooper. I know this already.
“Daddy, I think the Jayhawks won.” Comment: Yes, Cooper. The Jayhawks won.
“Daddy, thank you for letting me watch the basketball game with you. I love you very much. I had a lot of fun. Can you please take me to my bed now? I’m tired.” Comment: It was the best game that I’ve ever watched. Bed Time. Lights Out.