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I asked him once, years later, why he’d bothered showing up to games I clearly wasn’t playing in.
“Because someday you might,” he said, simple as that. “And I wasn’t about to miss it deciding you weren’t worth the gas money until then.”
He sat across the kitchen table from me most nights, working through algebra he clearly hadn’t touched since high school himself.
He’d squint at the problem for a solid minute before admitting he had no idea either, then pull out his phone and look it up right alongside me, no pretense that he already knew everything. “We’re figuring this out together,” he’d say. “That’s still figuring it out.” I never once heard him complain about the hours it cost him, even after a full shift at the warehouse where he worked nights sometimes.
