Chapter 34

Wilson put the microphone in the left pocket of his jacket and, with a smile brighter than a lighthouse, signaled Reggie to take his much awaited first trophy.

So, his hair windswept, his cheeks red, and his eyes still glistening with tears, Reggie raised the shining silver trophy against high.

And the crowd greeted him with thunderous applause.

He made it. He was no longer the unknown kid from the Chicago suburbs, nor the rookie who had never won anything. From then on, the name Reggie Weston would be engraved on the base of a very big trophy.

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Later Reggie posed for the photographers, still smiling his fake smile, while windblown sand stung his eyes, forcing him to fight back fresh tears.

When Mr. Wilson told the journalists it was enough, Reggie secretly thanked God.