Like many of you reading this, I have a teenage daughter.
She's 16, so she's slowly gaining wisdom, and is slightly cagier than in her junior high years, when life basically kicks you into the deep end of the emotional swimming pool and says, "Here ya' go," so I'm not as concerned as I may have been a few years ago that she will be the victim of a duplicitous stunt by a member of the opposite sex.
Still, for those of you whose daughters are still around pre-driving age, maybe even getting ready to head to middle school next year, I feel for you.
So let this Monday morning post serve as a warning, a public service announcement of sorts, especially for those of you reading in the Dallas-Fort Worth metropolitan area -- if you see the kid in the video below talking to or hanging out with your daughter, parent accordingly!!
Setting the scene, this video comes from Saturday night's Blue Jays-Rangers game in Arlington. Watch as an innocent foul ball tossed to a young lad in the front row turns into a potential gateway of untold female riches....
You see what he did there? I repeat, you see what he did there???
It's the most devious, next-level-baseball sleight of hand. That youngster is trying to have his cake and eat it, too! Notice (and unless you're the unassuming female sitting behind the adolescent Casanova, it's fairly easy to notice), the third base coach flips the ball to society's nemesis, at which point he deftly hands over some sort of gift-shop-purchased generic ball (presumably) to the gal twice his age behind him while keeping the game-used (and presumably more valuable) ball for himself!
Subsequently, he gets a hearty chuckle, a hand-over-chest swoon and by the end of the night, probably the phone number, email address and Twitter handle of the young lady and her friends. Dude is that damn good.
Future wingman to that kid? Best job ever.
Hell, Kid Smooth is even hanging out watching the game with pink sunglasses on his head. The dude is one big walking heat check!
So again, parents of teenage girls in the Dallas-Fort Worth area (and while we're at it, let's just go ahead, for safety's sake, and expand it to females ages 10-45 and "the entire state of Texas"), you've been warned.
Do not, repeat, DO NOT, fall for this kid's hidden ball trick.
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