26 Sep 2001
(updated 26 Sep 2001 at 01:08 UTC) »
So my baby brother Alain turned 32
yesterday. 32! The fact is,
people are always as old as they were when I first met
so that Jeremy is
permanently 24, and Kay will never
older than 10, and Alain is 19 months old. We're
He's wanted a proper American football for
tried to buy one from the online NFL store last year, and
they screwed me around, so I didn't. So no link for them.
Anyway, I was at the
Seybold keynote this morning, and after I'd finished
absorbing fun facts about Apple (10.1 looks pretty slick),
I went into Copeland's Sports on Market and demanded the
finest football money could buy.
It was really expensive. But it's pretty fine. It's
which is good, apparently, and it's made out of
dead pig; also good, I'm told. "Designed for the serious
competitor/professional" it warns, in a handsome navy font
on cardboard of beaten gold. "To revitalize tacky grip,
buff with a stiff brush." Words to live by.
I'm planning to be in Queensland in January, so
it to him then. I thought about keeping it as a surprise,
but then, you know, I thought better of it. So I called.
Yay, international telecommunications. I love how you can
just punch in a number and be talking to your brother
"To revitalize tacky grip, buff with a stiff
"You bought me a blow-up doll!" he cried in
It's the right football!
"It's sitting on my desk, quietly glowing," I said.
"That's what it'll do when I get it," he said. "Except
make a few passes."
"Oh you can't play with it. It's way too good."
"Only indoors," said Alain.