Monday, June 8, 2009

Clorox Bin Basketball

Another game that he would play by himself was all about basketball. He was 14 yrs old when he was down in the basement one time, playing a game of basketball, using an old Clorox plastic tub. He’d play this all the time, using a tennis ball as his basketball. He’d pretend he was either the Bulls or the 76ers or some great time he liked. And, he said he got so good, that he could hit a jump shot from almost anywhere in that basement and make the basket. Unfortunately there’s not a lot of call for Clorox bin basketball players. But, anyway, this particular night, he was downstairs playing and his dad turned the basement light off on him and locked the door. So, he stumbled his way out the basement door to the outside – where it was pouring down rain – and went to the front door and started banging. Gramps opened the door, "What’s going on?" "You turned the light off and locked me in the basement!". "Oh," gramps said with a smirk. ;-) So, dad goes to the basement, and tries to turn the light on, but it won’t turn on. When gramps had turned the light off, dad tried to turn it back on by throwing his tennis ball at it and somehow did something to it to make it not want to turn back on again. So, dad, who as you remember is soaked from walking outside in the rain, decides to unscrew the light bulb – while the switch is turned out – with his soaking wet bare feet. And, obviously the concluding effect was that he was shocked REALLY badly! Enough to make all the lights flicker and send him reeling! He walked back upstairs, scared and disoriented and went up to his mom for a hug. He said all he wanted at that point was a hug from his mom, after something that scary. And, Gramps, in true fashion, went up to him and gave him a flashlight and said, "Use this next time." ;-)

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