Music thundered from the speakers.
Fans in jerseys streamed around us.
Ethan simply stood there.
Chris leaned closer.
“Too much, Captain?”
Ethan shook his head.
“It’s awesome, Dad.”
Then he saw the field.
For months, I’d watched my son’s world shrink to hospital rooms, waiting areas, medication schedules, and cautious trips home.
Now there was green grass stretching in every direction.
Real players.
Real helmets.
Real noise.
Ethan laughed when the crowd booed.
He yelled until his voice became hoarse.
He ate half a pretzel and stole three bites of
