While Gerbil heads up to the Big House to get the pizzia dough fixings, Twisty points a thumb my way and asks, "If I’m in the Talent Show, what are we going to do with him?"
Uncle Heinrich scratches his head, "That’s a good one, maybe we could put him in the talent show."
"Himm?" Twisty asks skeptically.
Uncle Heinrich shrugs, "Sometimes you’ve gotta make do, so do you have any talent we don’t know about?"
"I can shoot foul shots, usually," I say hopefully.
"You’re stretching the meaning of usually there son," Uncle Heinrich comments.
"You’re refferring to the case of the Back-sliding Bench-warmer," Twisty recalls.
"So that’s what you call it," Uncle Heinrich recalls, "Hits every free throw during a half-time contest,"
"It was for a Christmas Charity," I remind those assembled, "Lot of kids got presents that year."
Uncle Heinrich sighs, "So Coach puts you in the fourth quarter, and you missed your one foul shot, the game went into overtime, and we lost the Clover County Farm-League Championship to Briar Exempted Township that year."
"Yeah Uncle, but you have to remember we would have had the game won," Twisty remarks, "That is until the Weenerman got that nasty technical foul, for hanging on the rim, then climbing up on the rim, then climbing up onto the backboard, and then climbing up into the rafters."
"He says he was working on his vertical leap," I put in.
Twisty rolls her eyes, "I heard that his favorite Television show was on and he had a tv set up in the furnace room."
I shake my head, "That’s true dedication for you; Weener-Man Style."