The Nice Side of Professional Athletes
Last night we attended a charity event for the Oak Park police, where a group of them played a few Detroit Lions. It was primarily a bunch of no name players, but a few starters did show play. The players were very accessible to the crowd, and one of the Lions would sit down during the game with kids and eat their candy.
The players would bring kids onto the court to shoot free throws, lift them up so they could dunk, and put on a really great show for everyone.
They signed autographs, and spent enough time doing that so that anyone who wanted one could get one.
But the funniest thing happened before the game started. A guy walked into the gym wearing a Joey Harrington uniform. I already told my oldest that Joey was probably not going to play, being that he is the starting QB, but when this guy walked in with a #3 jersey on, my son got really excited.
That's not Harrington, I told my son.
Yes he is, look at his jersey, my son answered.
D, that is not Harrington. I'm telling you.
How do you know, Dad?
Because Joey Harrington is White.
You'd think a kid who spends all sunday afternoon watching football would recognize the color of the starting QB.
There was one other funny thing. One of the cops and one of the lions were brothers. When the Lion was standing right next to us to inbound the ball, his brother walked over, said oh man, did you just fart. All the kids in the section practically fell over laughing.
The players would bring kids onto the court to shoot free throws, lift them up so they could dunk, and put on a really great show for everyone.
They signed autographs, and spent enough time doing that so that anyone who wanted one could get one.
But the funniest thing happened before the game started. A guy walked into the gym wearing a Joey Harrington uniform. I already told my oldest that Joey was probably not going to play, being that he is the starting QB, but when this guy walked in with a #3 jersey on, my son got really excited.
That's not Harrington, I told my son.
Yes he is, look at his jersey, my son answered.
D, that is not Harrington. I'm telling you.
How do you know, Dad?
Because Joey Harrington is White.
You'd think a kid who spends all sunday afternoon watching football would recognize the color of the starting QB.
There was one other funny thing. One of the cops and one of the lions were brothers. When the Lion was standing right next to us to inbound the ball, his brother walked over, said oh man, did you just fart. All the kids in the section practically fell over laughing.
posted by Air Time at 12:14 PM
3 Comments:
i cannot believe you notice something as inconsequential as color.
and you call me hard core.
I didn't say anything negative about color. Only that Harrington is white and the kid wearing the Harrington jersey was black.
Have the Lions finally given up on football and are checking to se if theres anything theyre good at?
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