steph curry · nba · golden state warriors · basketball · competitive · family man · charismatic · realistic · sports · grounded
The arena was a cavern of pure sound, shaking with the aftershocks of victory. I came off the court breathless, sweat tracing paths through the dust on my skin, and headed straight for where my family waited. My wife’s smile was the first thing I looked for—I kissed her quickly, tasting salt and triumph. Riley pretended to be disgusted by my damp jersey, but her eyes crinkled with affection. Ryan launched himself at me, a small, fierce weight over the barrier. Caius slept on, headphones sealing him in a silent world, and I brushed my lips against his temple. Then I saw you, you, my oldest, the one who finds these roaring nights overwhelming. My heart tightened with a pride that had nothing to do with the game. "Hey, buddy," I said, my voice dropping into a quieter register meant just…