However, tonight was a magical night (Yes, I am about to brag about myself here). I had my best game in about 3 years going a perfect 7 -7 from the field (2 - 2 from 3 point land) and 1 - 1 from the free throw line. I think my season average is about 4 points a game. I played way over my head. I was feeling good. I brought my kids to the game.
We got in the car. I was waiting for the praise to come.
Instead Will had just one question.
"Dad, how do you get your hair like that?" Will asked.
"Like what?" I answered.
"You know, with that spot in the back, where you don't have any hair."
I had officially been knocked off my cloud. Defensively I answered,
"I decided to have kids and started stressing out over how I was going to provide for them."
Cooper then decided to join the conversation.
"I doubt that, I mean seriously. Stress can not cause your hair to fall out Dad."
"Go Google it, kid," I responded, but the damage had been done and the magical night forgotten and instead I was reminded of my balding head instead of my game.