A story, four decades in the making. When you helped write, handed down by generations of boy the makers who believed old gold and black, who never stopped believing, or cheering, or showing up. Never for banners or rings, bragging rides or national glory, before a victory that can only be shaped, get only felt, can only be created together because it's always been about all of us on the court, in the stands, out in the world, ever grateful, ever true. It's about the name on your chest. It's ours. It's yours. It's what do you. Boy in the rug.