From the moment he could walk there was always a ball. A ball to throw, one to dribble and one to shoot. There was a hoop in the yard, another in the basement and Nerf hoops hanging from the door frames. The ball took us to dusty gyms and outdoor courts. It was the same routine even when the locations changed. Shoes squeaking on the floor, coaches barking instructions. Ten years later he walks on the floor he only dreamed about. Banners hang from above, symbols of past glory. No matter what happens tonight the journey will be worth it.