Last night was travel game night, playing a team I had never seen. Started with an idiot parent dunking on a 8ft insert at our gym after the 4th grade game ended. FYI - not made for that.
So as this town (population 1.5x my little burg) warms up, I am struck by #4. Now we are a 5th grade team. The kind with 5th graders. Y'know, kids.
#4 is a man. Literally.
Stands about 5'6". OK, I've seen tall kids in 5th grade.
Has really hairy legs.
And the beginnings of a moustache.
And muscalature. Biceps. No baby fat at all.
If we were playing an 8th grade team, I would think he was a left-behind 16 year old.
So I have to ask to see his birth certificate (as is my right). Holy crap, WWIII just started. Father starts yelling, other fathers start yelling, blah, blah, blah. No BC. They want to see all of mine. "OK, here they are."
So I want to see all of theirs. No gots. Refs call limp-d*%k league official. I can file a protest if I like. Whatever.
Anyway, think I saw the kid driving a semi over the Tappan Zee this morning. Probably getting to his 5th grade class!