Backstory: I come from a basketball family, and my dad still coaches and plays. Since the domestic violence shelter I work at has a basketball hoop, from time to time my dad donates some basketballs so the chillins can put some mustard on their game.
Brian and I went grocery shopping yesterday after a visit with my parents, and we’re in the parking lot loading grocery bags into the trunk of my car.
Me: Get my dad’s balls out of the way.
Brian: They keep rolling around. Why are they so leathery and beat-up?
Me: He uses them outside everyday at lunch, and the blacktop is really rough on them.
Brian: Oh, so that’s why he keeps giving them away?
Me: Yeah, when they look like this, they’re no longer good be played with.
Brian: Ha, so then he gives them to kids.
Me: Better than throwing them away.
Brian: Put the balls in that sack so they don’t roll and crush the food.
Me: Ok, I’ll put them in the ball sack for the ride home.
Where was Alec when you need him?