his soft, steady voice, his fond little smile whenever they big him up, the faith tucked beneath his words, the pure joy he emits when they ask about the team making it to one more game...how must it have felt to go down to injury, to mistrust your body? to battle your way back to health, and then been get counted out for a few stumbles and then get the chance to prove yourself again...and you do this? outperform until everyone's forced to reckon with your excellence? and all he wants is to do it all over again? to get his team across the finish line no matter how many times he has to embarrass gravity and defy the bounds of biology? it's so. it's too.