A roar booms up from the stands as I walk in to find my seat. “AND WELCOME TO HARVARD!” The crowd is riotous with excitement! I make my way down the concrete steps along with the others to get to the first row, and look across for my seat number. A pleasant looking older man notices me and smiles my way. I excuse myself getting around the fronts of people, making sure not to upset drinks sitting tucked near the undersides of seats. “Hi, you must be Coach Malloy,” I say immediately comfortable in his company. There’s a quality to his appearance that makes me think instantly of my dad. “I am. And you must be Shay—nice to meet you.” He reaches and shakes my hand. There’s a good-all-over feeling about this day. The jovial announcer comes on again directing our attention to the events about to commence in different parts of the arena. I look down at my program for the 100 meter and the 4 X 100 meter relay.
