Alright, let’s talk about this Chet Holmgren fella. Folks keep jabberin’ about him, so I figured I’d put in my two cents, you know? Don’t expect no fancy words from me, I just tell it like it is.
Now, they say this Chet is a basketball player. Plays for some team called the Oklahoma City Thunder. Thunder, huh? Sounds like a whole lotta noise. Anyways, they drafted him, which I guess means they picked him out of a bunch of other fellas. Second pick, they say. Must be pretty good, I reckon.
This boy is tall, real tall. Seven feet tall, they say! Can you imagine? I’d be lookin’ up at him like he was the sky itself. And skinny too. They say he’s less than 200 pounds. That ain’t much for a fella that tall, is it? Makes you wonder if he gets enough to eat. My grandpappy always said, a good worker needs a good meal, and this boy’s gotta be workin’ hard runnin’ up and down that court.
They tell me he’s good at stoppin’ other fellas from throwin’ the ball in the hoop. Calls it “rim protection,” they do. Sounds fancy, but I guess it just means he’s good at blockin’ shots. And he’s quick too, moves around the court real fast. Helps out his teammates, they say. That’s good, team work is important, just like in the corn huskin’ bees back in the day, everyone gotta do their part.
Heard he hurt himself though, poor fella. Broke somethin’ in his side, they say. A “iliac wing fracture.” Sounds painful, like when my Bessie fell off the porch swing and hurt her hip. Took her a while to get back on her feet. Hope this Chet fella heals up quick. It ain’t right for a young fella to be laid up like that.
- He wears big shoes, size 16! Big feet for a big fella, I guess. Probably hard to find shoes that fit him, just like it was hard findin’ boots for my Jebediah, he had big ol’ stompers.
- He’s from Minneapolis, Minnesota. Don’t know much about that place, but I hear it’s cold up there. Colder than a well-digger’s backside in January, I betcha.
- His folks seem nice, Sarah and David, they call ‘em. Talked to some folks, Lance Johnson too, guess they’re proud of him, just like any mama and papa would be. Reminds me of when my Billy got that scholarship to the state college, we were so proud, nearly burstin’ with it.
- He even figured out how to climb out of his crib when he was a little tyke. Seven to nine months old, they say. That’s a clever one, alright. My own kids weren’t that quick, bless their hearts.
So, this Chet Holmgren, he’s a basketball player, tall and skinny, good at defense, hurt himself, wears big shoes, from Minneapolis, and got clever parents. That’s about all I know. Folks seem to think he’s somethin’ special, so I guess we’ll see what he does when he gets back to playin’. Hope he does good, makes his mama and papa proud. And maybe wins some games for that Thunder team, whatever that is.
Anyways, that’s my take on this Chet Holmgren fella. Just a bunch of plain talk, nothin’ fancy. Hope you understood it all, sometimes I get to ramblin’ and don’t make much sense, at least that’s what my grandkids say.
One thing’s for sure, he’s got a long way to go, just like the rest of us. Life’s a journey, not a sprint, that’s what I always tell folks. And it ain’t about how tall you are or how big your feet are, it’s about what’s inside, right?
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