Kid leaves a BV game with blood: a cut just below his eye.
He checks back in during a free throw and I'm underneath administering. I look at him and he's got this long band aid that runs across one side of his nose and around the side of his face.
Me: You okay?
Him: Yeah, but the band aid is kind of an eyesore.
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Cut to the beginning of the third and I'm waiting to hand him the ball at the division line.
Me: Was that an eyesore pun before?
Him: Yeah... (sheepishly)
