Griffin likes to take his time in the bathroom. He’s just like every guy I’ve ever known, except, instead of Playboy or The New Yorker, he uses Matchbox cars or Legos to occupy him on the throne. And when he’s finally done , he commands my attention by yelling ”Mommy!” at the top of his voice.
Recently when I rushed to do his bidding, I found the little prince sitting there looking perplexed.
“Mom,” he whispered, almost reverently. ”That guy asked me if I was ok.” Huh? What guy? ”You know,” he continued. ”That BIG guy.” We were staying at my mother-in-laws and I looked through the open window of her guest bathroom to the house next door.
Michael Strahan, the former NFL defensive end who holds the record for the most sacks in a single season moved in a couple of years ago. I’d seen him a few times on the street, walking with the loose but uneven gait of an athlete who’s taken a few too many hits. Once, after we joked with him through the fence that his swim party was getting wild, he invited us all over. And now, this seven-time Pro-Bowler and one of the scariest men to ever cross the line of scrimmage, was showing his big ‘ol teddy bear side.
“What did you tell him?” I asked Griff, impressed that someone as rich and famous as Michael Strahan takes the time to look out for kids and animals (he once filmed a commercial for PETA).
“I told him everything was OK!” Griff replied, jumping off the throne. ”Can we go swimming at his house again?”