It is an amazing thing to be so close to greatness. For a largely impactful moment you experience how real the dream can be, how real it is. You see the flecks of hazel in its irises, hear the creaks in its voice, smell the sweet spirit on its breath and grasp the term “potential” in a way you don’t normally. You hold onto to it as if it belongs to only you. You go home with it in your pocketbook.