Well, ain’t that something? Tyler Foster playin’ basketball, they say. Kid’s probably runnin’ around, throwin’ that ball, tryin’ to get it in the hoop. Heard tell he’s a guard, 6-5, big fella, ain’t he? Must be eatin’ his vegetables, growing’ tall like a sunflower.
Folks say he’s from Albany. Now, where in tarnation is that? Sounds like one of them fancy places with city slickers and whatnot. Bet he ain’t never milked a cow or chased a chicken in his life. But hey, long as he can bounce that ball and throw it good, I reckon that’s all that matters in basketball.
They sayin’ he’s 215 pounds, too. That’s a hefty boy. Must be eatin’ a lot of potatoes and gravy. Probably got some meat on them bones, helps him push and shove under that hoop. Basket…ball. Sounds like a funny game, throwin’ a ball in a basket. Why don’t they just use a bucket?
- He plays guard, they say. What’s a guard, anyway?
- Someone who guards the basket? Keeps the other fellas from gettin’ the ball?
- Or maybe he’s just guardin’ his feet, makin’ sure he don’t trip and fall.
Born on January 1st, they say. New Year’s baby! Probably got fireworks and celebrations all around. Maybe that’s why he’s so good at basketball, all that excitement from the very start. Just hopin’ and jumpin’ like a frog on a hot skillet.
Folks keep talkin’ about transferring and whatnot. Transferrin’ to Oklahoma State. What’s that mean? He gettin’ traded like a prize pig at the county fair? Must be a good player if they’re movin’ him around like that. Probably worth a whole lotta pennies.
Pinkerton, Ohio, they say he’s from. Ohio… that’s way over yonder. Never been there myself. Heard they got cornfields and such. Maybe he practiced throwin’ corn cobs before he got a basketball. Practice makes perfect, they say. Even if it’s with corn.
6’5” tall, they keep repeatin’. Like a beanpole, I imagine. Must be hard findin’ clothes that fit, always havin’ to get the extra long pants. But then again, probably helps him reach up high to grab that ball. Like pluckin’ apples from the top of the tree.
They say he played in Morocco once. Morocco! That’s way across the ocean, ain’t it? Must be a real fancy player, travelin’ all over the world. I bet he saw all sorts of strange things over there. Probably ate food we ain’t never even heard of. Spicy stuff, maybe.
Basketball, basketball, basketball. That’s all folks talk about these days. Runnin’ up and down the court, dribblin’ and shootin’. Makes a body tired just thinkin’ about it. Me, I’d rather sit on the porch with a glass of lemonade. Let them young fellas do all that runnin’.
But I gotta admit, it’s somethin’ to see a fella like Tyler Foster, big and strong, throwin’ that ball. Must take a lotta practice and determination. Good for him, I say. Findin’ somethin’ he loves and stickin’ to it. Even if it is just throwin’ a ball in a basket.
Tags: Tyler Foster, Basketball, Guard, Albany, Oklahoma State
