So now, the Philadelphia 76ers team is proposing to have me as their "secondary" logo -- a cartoon depiction of me, that is, with a very determined look on my face as I dribble the ball across the court. I am also pleased to see that they've captured all the nuances, as well, including the bifocals and my somewhat large mid-section. Who says 309-year-old men can't play basketball!
I'll have you know, however, that in my prime (well before I went on all those overseas diplomatic missions as the first U.S. ambassador, and even before my various government roles prior to that), I was considered to have a rather tall, athletic appearance. My physical prowess, in fact, extended to swimming some miles in the Thames River in England! So I wasn't always the portly, sedentary Founding Father that most people remember me as.
But I'll have to admit that I was somewhat flattered to learn of the 76ers' decision to make me part of their team. As I've always said, "we must play together, or most assuredly, we will hang separately."
Your humble servant,