Luke Merriman, doin’ work. (John Fisken photos)
Did you hear all the screaming earlier today?
It’s probably because the teen idol of his generation, the mop-topped, shake ‘n bake ‘n break your ankles hoops star, the smoothest criminal in all the land, one Luke Merriman, had a birthday.
Mr. Merriman can dazzle on the basketball court, whipping the ball between his legs, then stepping back and droppin’ treys from somewhere out in the parking lot.
He was born to be a bad, bad man.
Of course, off the court, you will rarely meet a nicer guy.
Through middle school and now high school, Luke has been one of those dudes who glides through life a bit like he’s Matthew McConaughey’s younger brother.
He’s slick, he’s laid back, he can talk all the day long, but, underneath the lady killer moves, there beats the heart of a true gentleman.
Luke is more delicate than you might think (it would be nice if he could stop breaking bones all the time and stay healthy) but he has a heart a lion could only hope to own.
He’s the real deal, on the court and off, and he’ll always be someone who I, and a lot of other people, always root for.
Happy birthday, Luke. May it fly as high as you do.
And yes, I’ve seen that recent photo of you getting dangerously close to dunking, so that’s pretty dang high.
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