Let me think. Ok.
Here’s something. I’ve got this nephew that lives in Florida or Cleveland or something horrible. He approaches me after a game. First family member I’ve spoken to in 45 years, mind you, and it’s this 8 year old kid who says he’s my nephew. He starts talking to me about this and that and eventually asks for a photo. I’m not payin’ much attention because turns out, he’s standing right where the players walk from the tunnel to the court. So I nicely ask him to get the f*ck out of the way or I’ll punt his ass so far out of the arena, he’ll forget who he is and vote democrat. Then he says ‘but you’re my uncle’ so I whistled for security, before kicking him in the shins as hard as I could. So yeah, I keep up with family every now and again.