Dear Jesus, ever since you were born I was pushing you. Tryna make you the best ball player that you could possibly be, tryna make you the ball player that I never was. I finally came to the realization that I was pushing you further and further away from me also. I believe that things are gonna work out for the best, for you, for Mary. Your great-grandfather used to always tell me that keep on trying shoes, sooner or later you’ll find a pair that fit you. Well, I’m here to testify that I found a pair. It hurt like hell, son. I love you. Your father, Jake Shuttlesworth.