The challenge was offered over eggs as the two lions shared stories of past victories and accomplishments, the young lion spun tales of victories from the previous week and the old lion wove a tale or two of mountains conquered from decades past.
The challenge: 14 year old son versus 43 year old dad at one on one, first to 21.
The battle was set - the young lion in his Nike aerodynamic apparel and $95 basketball shoes fresh with memory of watching Michael Jordan videos on YouTube...
The old lion with his sensible khaki cargo shorts and t-shirt from Target with faded memory of watching Michael Jordan live in Miami Beach back in the day when America had outdoor toilets for drunks aka phone booths...
The two lions faced off ready for battle the young lion nostrils flaring, athletic body coursing with testosterone, ready for war stared down the old lion without care. The old lion careful and reserved kept the use of his testosterone on hold for the knowledge and history of battles won and lost was on his side (and also not knowing how much testosterone he had left.) Game on.
Within a matter of minutes the young lion was ahead, quickly passing the old lion with ease as he smirked and beamed of confidence at his pending victory. The old lion shook off the early attack and evened the score now it was 8-8 and the young lion quickly realized that the old lion still had some fight, time to up the game.
With a flash of khaki and cargo the young lion witnessed the strength and the guile of the old lion as he grabbed the lead 16-14. The young lion ripped off his shirt in a display of petulance and flung it to the ground, the old lion continued to wear his sensible pocket t-shirt from Target but chastised the young lion.
"Hey knucklehead that shirt was $40, pick it up and fold it and put it in the truck."
The score was now 20-20 as the old lions pace had withered the young lion easily caught up. The old lion felt the pain in every step as past wounds flared and knowledge of tomorrow's aches flooded his mind he glanced at the you lion who had yet to break a sweat. The overwhelming desire for a cold beer left the old lion in need of a quick ending, the old lion had the ball and called the young lion to face him. "I have one last move to use on you, are you ready?" The young lion answers sans care "Bring it." The old lion dribbled the ball towards the young offender knowing he would charge full force, as predicted he did and as he closed in on the old lion he simply bounced the ball between the legs of the charging youngling. As the young lion is dismayed and temporarily frozen with shock the old lion takes the rock to the house and ends the battle. 21-20.
The old lion had learned that trick many moons ago in a place far far away....
As the old lion consoles the young lion he offers him
the tale that on old friend told him many years ago...Two lions stood on the hill and overlooked a valley of zebras, the young lion said "Let's run down there fast and eat one of them." The old lion smiled and turned to the young lion and said, "No, let's walk down there and eat them all."
In the jungle, the mighty jungle the old and broken lion sleeps well tonight
with a belly full of wine and a few painkillers...
|Son, help me to the truck.|