12-08-2013, 10:53 PM
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#25
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MVP
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The Kid
I'm heading back into the apartment after watching film on the Pistons game and hear someone calling my name. Actually it was more like shouting my name from down the street. I turn to see a kid running towards me, he looks to be no more than about seven, followed by an exasperated looking Jessica. The kid stops on a dime right in front of me and just.....stares at me.
I guess it's up to me to make the first move then.
“How you doing, little man?”
“You are Derek Baldwin!”
“Um, yeah. So you know my name. What's yours?”
“Derek Baldwin!”
“Oh, you too, huh? What a coincidence,” I said laughing. Jessica finally makes it to where we are standing.
“Adam! What have I told you about running away from me and talking to strangers?”
“He's not a stranger, mom,” he says, never taking his eyes off of me. “It's Derek Baldwin.”
I look down at the kid and then back to Jessica. “So, who is this little guy?”
“This,” she gestures to the boy, “is my son Adam. Who is going to be in some serious trouble when he gets in the house.”
“Son?”
“Yes,” she says with a raised eyebrow. I lift my hands in defeat letting her know that I won't pry.
“My name is Adam Jacob Demps,” he says as he extends his hand.
“Pleasure to meet you. I'm--”
“Derek Baldwin!”
“Right. You already knew that. So are you a big Bulls fan?”
“The biggest!”
“Cool. Have you gone to any games this season?”
“No. Mom doesn't like basketball and my dad is always too busy.”
I think he's said too much at this point because Jessica intejects. “Okay, Adam, that's enough bothering Mr. Baldwin. Get inside.” She hands him the house keys.
“Nice to meet you, Adam. Maybe I can get your mom to come to a game sometime.”
“Cool!” He runs into the house leaving his mother and I outside.
“At least somebody in that house is excited to see me,” I say.
“Yeah, he seemed really excited. So what do you do? I'm guessing you play, you seem tall. I guess I never really noticed before.”
“I do a little something. I'm no Derrick Rose. Im just the “other” Derek right now. So that's who the baked goods were for?”
She nods in response.
“So where's Mr. Demps?”
“And that ends our question and answer session,” she says as she starts to walk towards her house.
“Okay. Okay. A story for another time then. I was serious about that game though.” She turns and nods. “And don't be so hard on the kid. It's not his fault you don't know who I am.”
She nods once more before heading in the house.
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