We had the first practice and even though it was hot and he was buried under all the pads and a heavy helmet, he was beaming. He didn’t complain once. We had to borrow the gear from the coach because I was too nervous to buy everyone not knowing if he’d be into it. When I came to take off the borrowed helmet (which was from a pile of donated gear) guess what was written in faded sharpie on the back of it: Teddy. His name! (2/3)