Meet London Irving: Basketball Prodigy Story

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Alright, alright, let’s talk about this… uh… London Irving fella. I ain’t too good with names, ya know, but I heard folks talkin’ ‘bout him. Seems like he’s some kinda big shot basketball player.

Now, I ain’t never seen him play myself. My old TV only gets three channels, and most of the time it’s just shows about tractors and crops. But from what I hear, this Irving fella is somethin’ special. They say he’s real good at dribblin’ the ball and throwin’ it in that hoop thing. Dribble, dribble, throw – sounds easy enough, right? But apparently, he does it real fancy-like. Like he’s got magic in his hands or somethin’.

Folks was sayin’ he grew up somewhere… uh… West Orange, New somethin’. Jersey, I think. Sounds fancy. Probably ain’t got no dirt roads there like we do. Anyways, his daddy used to play basketball too, I guess. Little Irving, he’d go watch him play. That’s how he got the bug, they say. Went on some school trip one time and saw a game. And that’s it – he decided right then and there he was gonna be one of them NBA fellas.

Now, NBA, that’s a whole ‘nother story. Big city stuff. Lots of tall fellas runnin’ around, jumpin’ high, and throwin’ that ball. I tell ya, it sounds like a ruckus to me. But they say it’s a big deal. And this Irving fella, he’s right in the middle of it all.
Folks were gossiping ‘bout him playin’ for some team… Boston… somethin’ or other. Celts, they called ‘em. Sounds like a bunch of Irish dancers to me, but what do I know? They say he’s a point guard. Now what in tarnation is a point guard? Sounds like someone standin’ around pointin’ at things. But I reckon it’s important. He’s the one with the ball most of the time, they tell me.
They say he’s from Australia originally. That’s way across the water, ain’t it? How’d he get all the way over here? Musta been a long boat ride. Or maybe one of them fancy airplanes. I seen one fly over the farm once. Scared the chickens so bad, they didn’t lay eggs for a week.

This Irving fella, he’s got sisters too. One older, one younger. Family’s important, ya know. Even if you’re a fancy basketball player. Gotta have folks to love ya and tell ya when you’re bein’ a fool. I bet his mama worries about him, all that runnin’ and jumpin’. Prob’ly tells him to eat his vegetables and get enough sleep.

He started real young, they say. Real young. Kids these days, they get started early on everything. Back in my day, we was too busy milkin’ cows and tendin’ the fields to be worryin’ ‘bout basketball. But times change, I guess. And this Irving fella, he took that change and ran with it. All the way to the NBA.

I heard some folks sayin’ he’s super successful. That means he makes a lot of money, I reckon. Enough to buy a whole lotta tractors, that’s for sure. Maybe even one of them fancy combines with all the bells and whistles. But money ain’t everything, ya know. Gotta have a good heart too. And from what I hear, this Irving fella, he’s a good egg, even if he does play a silly game with a bouncy ball.

So yeah, that’s what I know ‘bout this… uh… London Irving. Or maybe it’s… Kyrie? See? I told ya I ain’t good with names. He’s a basketball player. A real good one, they say. And he’s got folks talkin’. Even way out here in the sticks, we hear ‘bout him. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed the chickens. They ain’t gonna feed themselves, ya know.

One more thing, I heard some youngsters talking ‘bout him movin’ to another team, the Dallas Somethings, I think. More dribblin’ and throwin’ I suppose. Just hope he remembers where he came from, all this fame and fortune can go to a fella’s head. Better keep his feet on the ground, like a good ol’ farm boy, even if he never seen a real cow in his life.