Baron positioned the ball on front of him and took a few steps back, smiling at the boy. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
The boy bent and showed his palms, as a sign of readiness. “Bring it on, old man”, he replied, smiling back. “I will show you what greatness means”
Baron chuckled. He was going to take it easy on the boy but he needed to show the boy what ‘greatness means’. He was about to run and shoot the ball when another wind happened, throwing dust in his eyes. He turned his back and cleaned his eyes. “f**k!”
“Sorry. I think the wind felt my greatness”, the boy said, as he saw the wind stop blowing.
“You’re kidding, are you?”, Baron replied. “The wind saw my storm coming and it blew to praise me. That’s how it works”
“Your wind saw you coming and blew dirt in your eyes?”,
