Love those Harlem Globetrotters

Yesterday, Hubby and I took the kids to see the Harlem Globetrotters. Not a cheap afternoon out, but worth every penny. The kids had a great time, even though my youngest covered his ears every time the kids behind us emitted a sound so loud it put foghorns to shame.  The Harlem Globetrotters played the International Elite this time. Led by Special K,  they pulled out a victory, thanks to a few well-timed four point shots.

I admit it. I love the Harlem Globetrotters and I have ever since I was a kid. When I was in second (or maybe third) grade, the Globetrotters came to my grade school. I’m sure Curly Neal was there, but maybe not. I adored him, so I don’t trust my memory completely on this matter. But I do remember the visit. We crowded into the school gymnasium and sat on the floor. I was in the first row. The Globetrotters did the water gag, shot baskets and encouraged us to follow our dreams. They pulled up several students to teach them skills. I did not get to spin a ball on my finger, but I did get to stand up and be part of the program – they passed a ball around me in some magical way. The exact trick escapes me because my bliss addled brain couldn’t focus on much.  I admit to being star struck.  They’d been on Scooby Doo.  But I also remember thinking how cool it was that they came to our school and were so nice and much fun.

Thirty years later, the same holds true.  The Harlem Globetrotters are the best sort of celebrities.  After the game, they signed autographs. A huge line waited for Flight Time.  Apparently I’m not the only one crushing on him after his appearance on the Amazing Race.  I think it would be easy to become jaded, signing so many autographs game after game, but not him. He was gracious the whole time.  We also sought out Spider Wilks, who enthralled us with his dunking skills. He gave us a huge smile when he saw my hubby’s sweatshirt with their shared college. He signed the program my eight year old daughter held then looked at my four-year old son.  “What? The little guy has nothing to sign? We’ve got to fix that.” Spider took off is wrist band, autographed it, and handed it to my son. Beck beamed.  So did I.

You have to love the Harlem Globetrotters. What a wonderful organization that promotes fun, humor, athleticism and above all kindness.  My daughter can’t wait to go next year.  Frankly, neither can I.