The Man Mountain—A Tall Tale For The Five Minute Freewrite

Once, I met a basketball player when he was a Golden State Warrior. He was so huge, he looked like a smiling house. When he first started playing, he was rather unrefined. He was a crazy man, like a scorned woman throwing dirty dishes, paperback books, and a shoe. His hair was so wild, my grandfather said it looked like he'd parachuted into a big wave of Nazis during World War II.

He did have a penchant for bending the truth, though. He owned a rare breed of goats that he would try to blame things on, like his tardiness to practice. One time he told the coaches, "The goat ate my light bulb. That's why I didn't hear the alarm go off."

He was also color blind. He used to have a friend describe green to him. That was always good for a laugh because how can you describe a color without using another color? It wasn't long before the friend quit trying.

This mountain of a man no longer plays in the NBA thanks to a mishap involving twins. It's a delicate situation, so I probably shouldn't get into it.

I miss that guy. He was a ridiculous amount of fun.

_{Image source—Pixabay}

_{This post is a part of the five minute freewrite. Once again, I took several prompts and incorporated them into a small story, 18 in all. The phrases and single word prompts used are italicized throughout the story and used in the order given.}