Somewhere behind the athlete you’ve become and the hours of practice and the coaches who have pushed you, is the little boy who fell in love with the game; and never looked back.

When you truly love something, you put in the work, every second you get, rain or shine, day or night.

My boy. 3 hours in. Pouring rain.

Loving every minute.

I am so proud of you, my son. Watching you with that stick inspires me more than you know.

You do not give up. Ever.

I love you so.