“You’re the captain of this team now. I need you focused,” Dad says. “We’ve got to come out of the gates strong against Summit on Friday, but that’s not going to happen unless you’re fully committed.” He places a firm hand on my shoulder and stares intently into my eyes. “There are a lot of guys looking to you for guidance. You can write this season any way you want, Jordan. But to fill that win column, I need to see more from you right now.”
I often wonder if he would talk to me the same way if I weren’t his son. His prodigy. His project. I can’t remember a time when Dad didn’t expect something from me; when he didn’t press me to be the best I can be. So, I perform, just the way he wants.
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