My, how the time has flown by. Tonight, I so regret not being able to watch you play in your last home game of basketball. I wanted to at least be there in spirit, so I made you a special cake just to commemorate this event.
All these years, I swell with pride every time I have a chance to tell someone, "See #22? He's our grandson." (Not that I'm biased or anything.) I understand what is involved to be the Coach's Kid, and it's no small feat. Even playing with this added pressure each and every game, you still smile. On games that may end in a loss, you still smile. Knowing you have family in the stands to support you, you smile. With basketball awards and accolades too numerous to mention, it's your overall attitude that is my favorite part of your game. OK, I must admit seeing you consistently make those long-range 3's while being double-teamed or having the opponent run a box-and-1 is a close second. :) One of my favorite memories? Scoring 41 points against Karns last year on my birthday. What a ride it's been! Thanks so much for the memories. You have brought us so much joy!
Your cheerleader for life,
G-ma
