The stands were full. Almost literally.
People couldn’t line up against the court’s walls—it was a safety hazard—so at any given moment, ten people were huddled in the doorway. Their necks craned as they tried to watch the game. A few students hung out on the side of the bleachers, but every few minutes, someone acting all official would go and wave them away.
Basketball had been popular in Arizona, but not like this.
When I saw a woman wearing a basketball jersey with Jensen on the back, I assumed there was another Jensen on the team. She wasn’t his mother, and he hadn’t mentioned any other family coming to the game. But there wasn’t. There was no other Jensen on the team, and when the players came out to start warming up, the second Ryan was visible, a roar took over the gym. Both sid
