“People don’t know this, but I am a longtime youth basketball ref.”
“Gotta keep ’em off the streets. No such thing as a bad kid, just one that needs some coaching up. And, you know, no one coaches better than a ref.”
None of that made any sense.
“The kids call me Double Dribble.”
No, they don’t. Why?
“It’s the only rule I’m familiar with. Turns out basketball is complicated.”
Sure. The whistle is for Truckin’, Bobby.
“No, it’s too small. And there’s no engine.”
Not trucking. Truckin’. The song. You enjoy starting it with a blast from the whistle.
Weird that you didn’t remember that.
“Hey, I don’t remember the lyrics half the time, either.”
Okay. Have a good show.
“We do. It’s, uh, Duke ’78. This is a hot one.”
How do you know that?