My Life as a Busted-Up Basketball Backboard by Bill Myers

Author:Bill Myers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2010-03-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Reality Pays a Visit

Our limo pulled up to my house and I stepped out, worn and exhausted. (Being incredibly popular can really take a lot out of a guy.)

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Mr. Slicko called from the back seat.

“Are we through?” I asked. “Don’t you want to keep videotaping?”

“I do,” Mr. Slicko said, “but take a look at my crew.” He motioned to the sound man, the cameraman, and Lovely Assistant Doris who were all sitting beside him. Each one was still shaking and twitching a little from our last encounter.

“Think they’ll be all right?” I asked.

“Sure, they just need a little time off from you, that’s all,” he said.

“But you’re okay?” I asked. “I mean, with all the craziness and chaos and everything?”

“Oh, sure,” he said, grinning. “I used to work at Chunky Cheese.”

I nodded.

“But we’ll be there tomorrow night for the big game,” he said.

“Big game?”

“You bet. I promised Coach Kilroy his weight in pretzels if he’d let you play tomorrow.”

“Me?” I croaked.

“That’s right.” He grinned. “And this time you’ll have no stunt double. This time you’ll be a superstar all on your own.”

I did my best to swallow, but my mouth was drier than the Sahara Desert . . . at high noon . . . during a drought.

“So get plenty of rest. We’ll see you tomorrow,” he said. With that he motioned to the driver, rolled up his window, and the limo pulled away.

I watched as he disappeared. Needless to say, I was pretty nervous. Still, Mr. Slicko had worked everything out so far. I’d already become incredibly famous. And, if he thought I could actually play tomorrow, well then, maybe I really could— “Wally?”

I turned to see Wall Street heading down the sidewalk. It was great to see my old friend again. Despite our fight yesterday, it felt good to be around somebody who liked me just the way I was, and not because I’d suddenly become superpop-ular or anything.

“Hey,” I smiled.

“Hey,” she answered. I could tell something was on her mind. Finally, she spoke. “I just want to let you know I was wrong.”

Poor thing. She’d obviously come to apologize. “Don’t sweat it,” I said and shrugged. “Jealousy can really mess with a person’s head.”

“What?” she asked.

“I know it’s tough not to be envious of someone as popular as I am.”

“Wally, that’s not what—”

“And, believe me, I certainly understand if being jealous makes you a little, I don’t know, ‘cranky’ sometimes.”

“Wally,” she angrily cut me off. “I was talking about your toenail clippings collection.”

“Oh.” I smiled. “So you want to start selling them now?”

She shook her head. “I’m not going to sell them at all.”

“What?”

“I’m not going to make money off you pretending to be someone you’re not.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Wall Street not making money off me? Isn’t that like water running uphill, or snow in July, or for them to make a TV series about a weird blue dog who gives clues?

“You’re not serious.” I said.

She nodded. “All of my life I’ve made money off you.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.