I was in the bookstore with my son and while we were waiting in line I did it… I name dropped. He’s 4. He doesn’t care who I know or who I don’t know unless it’s Ronald McDonald, Santa Claus or Obi-Wan Kenobi. But there I was occupying time in the checkout and before I could catch myself I let it slip out, “Hey buddy, I play basketball with that guy.”
That guy is Common. This is his new bestselling book that I pointed to. He’s been filming “Hell on Wheels” (AMC) outside YYC off and on for several months and I’ve played basketball with him a couple of times. My son couldn’t care less. At the time, I didn’t think I cared less either…but apparently in the Coles lineup when I know several people are in earshot I apparently care enough to comment.
The thing that I really get a kick out of is that when I’ve played with him I didn’t get all hollywood eyed like other dudes. I didn’t take pictures or ask for an autograph. I just played ball. I may have cracked a joke or to about him being a vile rapper according to Fox News but that’s it. Yet, at the most random time, even my six degrees of separation can rear it’s ugly head.