Our Swish House — Thank You

And to all hoopers young and old — the future of Swish House fitness is coming!

The tears crawl out of my eye sockets and attempt to pin the corners of my eyes like Brett Hart in his prime. ONE-TWO-THR — NO! I’m good! I’m good. See. Look everyone, all friends here!

So many familiar faces — Charlie. Ben. Gibs. Beller. Michael. Breck. Dues. Jude. Jaimie. Jimmy. Heidlof. Tai. Nick. Kwasi (like where’s Pras?). Erica. Meg. JP. Alex.

Breathe, Trevor. Breathe.

My voice is cracking before I even speak.

“Guys, I have some big news, I’m going to take a head coaching…”

God, I’m getting soft in my old age.

The last two years of my life flash through my brain like a Disney cartoonist. Swish House. Bucktown. Chicago. Summer on Dues boat. The basketball workouts. Michigan. The experiments. The Swish House parties. Oh my. Coast Sushi. That Northwestern/ND football game. The Wise Owl. Mercy Home. The Swish…