Thorough and amazing story:
Perhaps it was meant to be. A son trying to forge his identity in the shadow of his mother's legacy needed to face his first battle alone. He knows he will never escape being compared with her. And he's fine with that.
"I don't dislike the comparisons to my mom," he says. "I just have the ultimate respect for my mom."
Of course, he would prefer she be here, and she would like to be here, too. "I love him unconditionally," she says......
Over the next 40 minutes, he never sits. Not once. He stands, arms folded. He paces. He puts his hands on his hips. He calls to various players and stabs his right index finger into the air.
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