It's possible I cried. And maybe not the kind that can be written off as contact irritation either. Maybe I made weird little hitching sounds in my throat.
I love this kid. I love his coach and teammates maybe more. I love the way they stood with linked arms every time the kid shot, the way they went nuts every time that ball went in.
This is why we need to fund after-school, extra-curricular activitites of every stripe. Because what happens if this story did not take place in Rochester, NY but in Richmond, CA, where kids don't get sports. What then?