We may not have grown up in a city where sports is a rite of passage. Where conquering the blacktop made you king or a fly ball over the sandlot fence was the stuff of legends but here just like anywhere it was always For the Love of the Game. The blacktop is just as hot here, it is lined with blood sweat and tears. Scars show the evidence of skinned knees and broken limbs in an effort to push it farther than thought possible. Tan lines show the hours spent at games and traditional week game nights are scheduled hours after schedules are released. Every game, Every Fly Ball, Every Dunk, Every Touchdown...Every Season we remain dedicated.
Question anything but our heart cause after all we live and die with every W or L.