Bruce & the Kid

Imagine sitting between two pre-pubescent middle schoolers for three hours. Now imagine these two kids don’t have any concept of 1) personal hygiene or 2) deoderant.

That was me. Last night. At the Spurs game.

I had the dubious honor of sitting between two of Bruce’s Buddies. One I brought to the game. The other happened to have a ticket for the seat on the other side of me.

So, why were the three of us there? The two kids were given the opportunity to meet Spurs forward, Bruce Bowen, as part of their award package from the Get Fit with Bruce & Friends program through the Spurs Foundation.

I nominated one of the students. His mom couldn’t take him to the game and so she asked me if I would do the honors. Hmmmm. Go to a Spurs game. Oh, alright. It was such a hard decision to make. (that’s sarcasm, cowpokes)

What was so cool about the kid getting to meet Bruce Bowen? It meant that I got to meet Bruce Bowen. He’s a hero to the educators in our area. Especially since we heard that he’s working on his master’s in education. I don’t see how he does it. His work schedule is many times more grueling than mine and he still manages to go to school. I had to sit out this semester and concentrate on one thing at a time: teach now, personal growth this summer.

When I told the kid that Bruce is studying to be a teacher, all he kept saying was, “Wow, I bet he’d never have any behavior problems in his classroom. I’d love to be his student.” He was so impressed that Bruce wants to be a teacher that he asked to borrow my cell phone so he could call his best friend and tell him what he had just learned. I cracked up. (I shouldn’t have, he was burning my minutes. But then I rarely use my cell, so I guess it all evens out in the wash.) Seriously. I cracked up. These two boys spent the next 20 minutes talking about how cool it would be to be one of Bruce’s students.

The kid is one of those incredible individuals that can repeat, verbatim, every conversation he ever participates in. He gave his best friend, and then his mom, a blow-by-blow of his 5 minute meeting with Bowen. Totally touched my heart.

Did I mention that the kid I took to the game … the kid I nominated for this award … the kid who had never been to a basketball game in his life, let alone a Spurs game … has Asperger’s Syndrome? Asperger’s is neurological disorder that falls on the autism spectrum.

The kid loved it. He doesn’t show his emotions, but I could tell he was having the time of his life. Heck, the proof is in the fact that he wanted to call his best friend, and then his mom, right after the game. He spent more time on my cell phone last night than I have since I got the fool thing. How hilarious is that?

All in all, despite the amount of stink the two middle schoolers generated, it was an evening well spent.

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