Shared by Rowan Scott

When he was in Boston to visit I went to the backyard to play basketball. I invited him and he said sure. When we started it was just normal shooting around but after a little bit we started throwing alley-oops to eachother just to pass it back. It was a simple but wholesome memory. At the end he said “I am about to break a sweat” except I was already sweaty. We went inside and ate a good meal.