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 BEAR: Did you watch the Blazers game last night?

HOOKER: I don't follow the Blazers.

BEAR: I thought you were a basketball fan. You used to be.

HOOKER: I won't be an NBA fan again until they raise the basket. The game's turned into dunking and showing off. Today I follow women's basketball. It's still a team sport.

BEAR: How about Caitlin Clark?

HOOKER: She's spectacular. 

BEAR: All those three pointers, some almost at half court.

HOOKER: I'm talking about her passing. There are many good three point shooters but I've never seen anyone pass with her accuracy and consistency. She's the very definition of what a team sport looks like.

BEAR: Granddaughter number two worships Clark.

HOOKER: She plays?

BEAR: First string on her high school team. I try not to miss a home game.

HOOKER: I envy you.

BEAR: Why don't you come to a game with me?

HOOKER: I'd love to.

BEAR: I think there are a couple games next week. I have to check my calendar.

HOOKER: Next week works. My social calendar is free from here to eternity.

BEAR: Now there's a good movie.

HOOKER: "That must be Pruitt."

BEAR: Remind me.

HOOKER: Maggio dies and Pruitt plays taps.

BEAR: Right.

HOOKER: "That must be Pruitt." Still brings tears to my eyes.

BEAR: Pretty sentimental for an old curmudgeon like yourself.

HOOKER: Don't tell anyone.

(End)




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