"It's not like you're going to Honduras," I tell Arnold. "You're not exactly sewing dresses for Kathie Lee Gifford. You'll be fine, as long as you get those rebounds and hit that jumper."
"Who's Kathie Lee Gifford?"
"Just go, Arnold. The NBA needs you. If the league expands one more time, there'll be young people playing on all the teams. You'll be a veteran in the league by the time you get your driver's license. Go. Have a ball."
As he starts up the mower, he asks if I have any final NBA advice. I think for a minute. I tell him to stay away from anyone with purple hair, tattoos and pierced body parts. There is nothing special about this advice. It is probably the same thing I would have said if Arnold were continuing on to sixth grade.