I get 7 out of 10 correct and feel kind of proud of that number. One of the questions I had no idea about is, "What is the red zone?"
I want to talk to my son, who too often ignores my texts and calls. But I know that if I text him regarding football (his passion), I'll get a quick response.
So I do:
Soon after, Alexander calls. My son lives in Philadelphia and recently moved into a new apartment with three other guys.
It's no surprise that Alexander knows what the red zone is (the area on the field between the 20-yard line and the goal line, in case you care).
We talk a while as I walk to the subway on my way to work. It's a nice morning call.
I get to the subway and it's closed for repairs. I start to walk to 79th and Lex when I hear someone on the street calling, "Mom. Mom!"
Immediately I think, some guy is trying to get my attention by yelling, "Mom, Mom,"...could just as well have been..."Hey mama."
Feeling old, I turn around and am shocked to see a bearded Alexander.
I had no idea when I was talking to him on the phone just three minutes prior that he was here in NY, with obviously no plans of telling me.
His rationale? "I knew if I told you I was coming home you'd want to have dinner or something, and I can't stay. I just need to pick up a few things and get right back to organize my stuff." (He hasn't had time yet to unpack from his move.)
And if that weren't bad enough, Alexander adds, "I almost didn't call out to you when I saw you, but I figured that would be really bad, so I did." Nice, I know.
He walks with me for a couple of blocks; agrees to a quick photo; and is on his way.
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