Junior approached.
“Good game, Champ. Proud of you.” Brock patted the boy on his shoulder.
“Thanks, but…” Junior’s head was down. “I screwed up a couple times.”
Brock gave the back of his son’s neck a squeeze. “Your team won. You helped them win.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Did you enjoy the game? Did you enjoy the camp?”
Junior nodded, but still didn’t meet Brock’s eyes.
“Well, that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”
Junior’s head came up, a tentative smile on his face.
“I’m proud of you, Champ. Always will be.”
Around them, kids were being praised—or in a couple of cases harangued—by their parents.
“You wanna get changed, gather your stuff together and then we’ll get on the road?” Brock asked his son.
“Okay, Dad. Thanks.”
“And then Calvin has a surprise.”
“He has?” Calvin was confused.
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