“There he goes. He always said he was going to do it one day,” Blake Griffin said, looking up at the distant speck in the sky.
“I’m going to miss him,” Glen Davis replied, also looking at the same far-away figure. “He was just a chill dude through and through.”
Chris Douglas-Roberts walked out of the arena and towards his gathered teammates. “Hey guys, what’s going on? Fireworks show?”
Blake pointed at the receding object. “Farmar’s leaving us, man. He said he’s just going to keep flying until he gets tired.”
“No way!” Chris exclaimed, squinting his eyes. “That’s Jordan?”
“Yup. He just started flapping his big Dumbo ears and he just took off like a bird.”
Tears began to form in Chris’ eyes. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”
The assembled Clippers all jumped when there was a voice from behind them. “You guys talking about me?” They turned around to find Jordan Farmar standing there, looking puzzled.
“But…you…in the sky…flew away…” Blake stammered, pointing again at the winged entity in the sky.
“I really wish you wouldn’t make fun of my ears. You know I’m sensitive about it,” said Jordan churlishly. “Catch you guys later.”