“My dad’s a hero!”
“He’s the best person in the world!”
“My dad’s great. You sure ain’t!”
Eddie stayed frozen for a few seconds.
Then he shouted, “Ah, up yours with a hockey stick!”
The reporters thronged around me, hollering questions. I kept my cool and just shook my head. With the heroic assistance of my doorman, Ralph, I managed to wrangle my nutty gang inside the building.
“Guys, you can’t do or say things like that,” I told them, but Seamus, ignoring me, whooped and delivered high fives to everyone.
Ralph hurried over as we got to the elevator. “Mr. Bennett, please,” he said anxiously. “The press say they want one statement from you. Then they go.” It was clear that he really wanted them away from his building.
“Okay, Ralph, I’ll take care of it,” I said.
When I got back to the front door, the media people thrust an aluminum bouquet of microphones under my chin. I cleared my throat loudly.
“I do have a statement to make after all,” I said. “I agree with my kids one hundred and fifty percent. Good-bye, everyone. And before I forget, up yours – each and every one of you – with a hockey stick.”
