They've Got The Hang Of It

Hi, Mrs. Naismith. Is Jimmy home?"

"Well, hello, Orville and Wilbur. Yes, he's in his room. Oh, Jimmy, the Wright brothers are here."

"Hi, guys. How're things at the bicycle shop?"

"Pretty good. We've just hired a p.r. firm. These guys from New York say they can help us move a ton of bikes. Gave us a slogan: QUIT HORSING AROUND—GET WHEELS. What do you think?"

"Sounds good. But I thought you guys were getting out of the bike business. What happened to your airplane idea?"

"We've got the flying part down. But I want to go no-frills, and Wilbur wants food and a movie. I told him the food's got to be precooked, and the passengers will hate it. But he says, if they don't like the taste, what're they gonna do, jump out the window at 30,000 feet? But give us some time and we'll work it out. So what's with you?"

"Nothing much. Still tinkering on the game."

"Basketball? Jimmy, baby, enough with the peach baskets already. I admire your instincts, Jimbo. Sports are a gold mine. But baseball's got the market covered. Face it, the Doubleday kid's got legs."

"I'm not knocking baseball. But it takes up a lot of room, and you need 18 people to play it. You can play basketball in the middle of the city, Orville, and you can play one-on-one or three-on-three, as well as five-on-five. It's a much better urban game. I can foresee a day when city kids all over America will be dribbling...."

"Dribbling?"