Bros, Father’s Day is this Sunday. I know, I forgot too. But it’s not like my pops shelved all his dreams and invested his life savings to set up my future, so I don’t feel too guilty about it. Thanks for breaking your back and doing construction for three decades to put food on the table, dad, here’s a three-pack of athletic socks. We’re even. But real talk, if you’re looking for a solid gift to put a smile on dad’s face, check out this link.
But enough with the dad shit, lets get to the important stuff: our daily dose of the Ball family.
In the lead-up to Father’s Day, Foot Locker recruited a bunch of NBA prospects to reminisce on fond memories their fathers have given them over the years, perfectly interspersed with Lonzo Ball’s dead-pan memories from his lunatic father. It’s hilarious and it kind of makes me wish the best for Lonzo in the NBA.
Lonzo’s memories:
“Of course, there’s that big day when your dad berates your high school coach in front of an entire crowd for not getting you enough touches,” he says.
Or when he “went on First Take and shouted back and forth with Stephen A. Smith about how you’re already better than the reigning league MVP.”
Or “the public spats with the all-time greats.”
This happened. Twice. Actually, three times.
“Son, you know who you’re talking to, a dude who averaged 2.2 points a game at Washington State!! Go to your room!”
[h/t For The Win]