Everything That I Possess I'd Gladly sacrifice

You find a Dream.
You get taken as a mug by an Agency.
You talk to different Colleges.
You make the applications.
You count up the money.
You apply for visa's.
You apply for Residence.
You buy flights.
You pester the coaches, and the Live-In Staff.
You put your baby, all 6'4" of him on a plane, and cry til you can't open your eyes.
You will him to study.
You buy him books.
You will him to get through the exams and term papers.
You hope that the training increases his jump and his stamina.
You are so delighted that he makes new friends, and fits in.
You nag him to do his laundry and keep clean.
The season starts, and you hope that he gets a game amongst all these experienced lads.
He gets to travel to Tennessee.
He gets to travel to New York, New York.
He gets his first game.
And all of the above, is wiped clear from your mind.
All you can think is "that's my Boy".
And then...
Oh God, I'm going to have to go through all this again with Tooli!

Go Boy! You done Good! This is the Mount Olive Athletics Web Page - And that, under TOP STORIES, is my Boy!