That Wembanyama boy, such a tall fella! I heard folks talkin’ ’bout him, sayin’ he’s gonna be a big shot in that basketball game. Reminds me of my grandson, always shootin’ hoops out back. But this Wembanyama, he’s somethin’ else. Wonder how tall his mama and papa are? They must be giants, right?
How tall are Wembanyama’s parents? That’s what I wanna know. My back hurts just thinkin’ about lookin’ up at him. My old bones ain’t what they used to be. This whole thing about height, it’s in the blood, I reckon. Like them cows we used to have, some big, some small. It all comes down to what you’re born with.
I remember this one time, my neighbor, she had a boy, grew like a weed. They said his daddy was a tall drink of water. Guess it’s the same with this Wembanyama’s parents. He got those tall genes from somewhere. You don’t just sprout up like that without some help from your folks, you know?
That Wembanyama, he’s over 7 feet! Can you believe that? I seen a man that tall once, back in ’58. He was with the circus. This Wembanyama, though, he plays that basketball. They say he’s real good. Must be hard to find shoes that fit, I bet.
- Big folks have big kids, most of the time.
- That’s just how it is, like plantin’ corn.
- You plant tall corn, you get tall corn.
My old man, bless his soul, he wasn’t a giant. And I ain’t exactly a beanpole myself. But we had that one uncle, he was a big’un. So I guess it skips around sometimes. Maybe this Wembanyama’s parents, maybe they ain’t as tall as him, but someone in their family tree musta been a giant. You ever think about that?
I heard his mama and daddy are pretty tall, though, not as tall as him. His daddy is over 6 and a half feet, and his mama is over 6 feet. That’s tall! They say his sister is good at that basketball, too. And his little brother, he’s playin’, too. Must be somethin’ in the water they’re drinkin’, huh? Makin’ ’em all grow so big.
Back in my day, we didn’t have all these tall folks runnin’ around. We were all just regular size, you know? Worked hard, ate our greens, that’s what we did. Didn’t need to be a giant to get by. But these days, everyone’s tryin’ to be bigger, stronger, faster. It is what is these days.
Wembanyama’s height is somethin’ else, though. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be that tall. Must be hard to find clothes that fit. And duckin’ under doorways, that’s gotta be a chore. I hit my head on the doorframe just the other day, and I’m only 5 foot nothin’. Imagine bein’ 7 feet! Lord have mercy.
They say your height is in your genes, like your eye color or your hair. Makes sense, I guess. My mama had blue eyes, and so do I. My papa was a hard worker, and so am I, in my own way. So this Wembanyama, he got his tallness from his mama and daddy. It’s all in the family, you see.
- Genes are what make you, you.
- Tall folks, short folks, it’s all in the genes.
- That’s what they say, anyhow.
I remember this one time, I went to the doctor, and he told me I was shrinkin’. Said it happens when you get old. Bones get tired, I guess. So even if you start out tall, you might not end up that way. But this Wembanyama, he’s still young. He’s got a lot of growin’ to do, even though he’s already a giant!
I wonder if he ever feels out of place, bein’ so tall. Kids can be cruel, you know. I remember when my youngest, bless her heart, she was always a little different. Kids teased her, made her feel bad. I hope this Wembanyama, I hope he’s got good folks around him, keepin’ him grounded. It’s important to know you are more than just your size.
Anyway, this Wembanyama’s parents, they must be proud. To have a son so tall, so good at that basketball. It’s somethin’ special, that’s for sure. I hope he does well, that boy. I really do. And I hope his mama and daddy are doin’ all right, too. Raisin’ a giant ain’t easy, I bet. They are good people, I can tell. That’s it, that’s all I gotta say about that.
