 A story. Four decades in the making. When you helped write, handed down by generations of boilerpakers who believed old gold and black, who never stopped believing, or cheering, or showing up, never for banners or rings, bragging rights of national glory, but for a victory that can only be shared, can only be 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 reduced. Boy in the rug.