You may recall back in early January that our own Tim Rogers had his regular lunchtime run at the downtown Y interrupted by Washington Wizards second-year forward Kelly Oubre Jr., who was hogging the court with his private workout (#nodaysoff #championsarebuilthere #riseandgrind). After Tim shared his complicated feelings about Oubre’s court invasion right here, it became what some might call A Thing. The story — and I’m going to coin a phrase here — went viral. The Washington Post picked up on it. So did a few other places. Tim even went on ESPN Radio to talk about it.
Which brings me to the shirt you see here.
If you click on that last link, you’ll note that my son and I went to the Wizards game that night and that he — after hearing about Tim’s encounter and because he is delightfully petty — yelled “Back to the Y, Oubre!” after the young forward missed shots. Since my son is a fan of inside jokes, and also has an affinity for running those jokes into the ground, in accordance with how I have raised him, he told me that he wanted that phrase on a shirt.
Did I comply with his request? As you can see from the photo, and because you may be aware that your boy is a consistent, mug-worthy Father of the Year candidate, you already know that I did. Come on. As if there was ever a doubt.
It was his birthday last week. The shirt I designed and ordered didn’t show up in time — back off; my plate stays full, OK? — but it is here now. It is here as hell, reader.
TL;DR: I am a champion, raising a champion.
