as the 4th quarter came to a close, i talk to some teammates and some players on the mystics before my eyes scan the courtside seats and i see you.

i had never seen you cry in a basketball court, ever, not once. not when we won nationals together, not when we lost, but there you were, holding back tears

we were drafted onto the same team, we were together for the long run, and just as we believed that the things you went through brought you to here, you tore your acl and mcl, and you were out for the rest of your rookie season, stuck to watching from the sidelines