Neal is one of those guys who you know does just about everything athletic well. Serious tennis player. Serious soccer player. Probably would have the audacity to come into my basement and whoop me on my own ping-pong table. And he can handle a basketball, too. (He’d also make one heck of a school board member, but that’s a story for another day.)
Ryan, a fourth-grade classmate and basketball teammate of Noah’s, is Mr. All-Around — a musician-techie-athlete who carries around this smile that says he’s onto the secrets of the universe … and if you’re nice, maybe he’ll let you in, too. And I guess I must have been nice yesterday, because after the shooting — during which I had mentioned how this might be less boring if only for some music — Ryan showed me a cable that runs across the corner of the stage and, lo and behold, happens to click nicely into the iPhone.
Next thing I know, the E Street Band is throwing “Radio Nowhere” through the gym speakers, and everything has changed.
And just as that paradigm-shift is happening, the Lorios (that’s my sister Laura, her husband Chris, their twins Carly and Reagan, and her pregnant belly) walk through the gym door, and Chris is interested in rebounding. A half-hour later, we’ve added 400 to the total — 1,900 for the day and 135,607 overall.
That leaves 864,393 to go to 1 million made foul shots.
Thanks Chris. Thanks Neal. And most particularly, thanks Ryan. I hope to see you around here again soon.