“Turn it up” “Let the game come to you” Those were some of the instructions I would hear on a constant basis during each one of my basketball games growing up. The funny thing is, there could have been hundreds of people screaming, coaches yelling at me, music playing, and buzzers going off but I still would have been tuned to the one person yelling in the stands. You see, that one person was my dad. My dad spent countless hours with me outside of practice, my dad knew the ins and outs of my game. He knew me as a person and as a player. He knew the right things to say to help kick my butt into gear so to speak. We spent time together, we learned from each other and when it came to game time... I was tuned to his voice. No matter the Chaos around me, no matter how many other voices I heard, his voice was the most clear. I listened when he spoke because I knew without a shadow of a doubt he wanted the best for me and he could see things that I couldn’t. Now as time we