2.11.2006

Reaching Great Heights

Several weeks ago, we ran into a women's softball team while waiting in line at the Olive Garden. Naturally, my son was a hit amongst them. He made them dance and sing and act like fools for the better part of half an hour. At one point, a player gave him a piece of trash and he ran to the garbage can and slammed it home. THE CROWD WENT WILD (really, you would have thought Parker was Lebron James). At this moment I recognized my son's future NBA potential (and simultaneously it's limit as imposed by potential for growth). So, I hired a friend of mine (who also has some experience as a pediatrician), and have begun a rigorous 17 year physical therapy schedule. You see, the best money goes to the guys with the 40+ inch vertical leap, not the little white guy throwing in buckets from 40 feet out. The good doctor has guaranteed me that through a continuous series of exercises and procedures he will turn Parker into the best 6' 10" power forward in the history of sports.