None of the above made me cry. Because he missed the shot that could have won us a state championship. Actuallly, his mother named him Johnny West. Everyone else called him Midnight, as in the color that's past dark blue. That is, until the state title game and that shot from the corner he never missed rimmed out and DeRidder High was crowned champ.
Kids can be so cruel.
Although Midnight and the Panthers redeemed themselves the next year and took state, he could never forget the shot he missed. No one would let him. So-called, adults, too. Over the years, I lost track of Johnny West. Some said he succumbed to the bottle.