Thank you for playing every day, wherever we could find space, until it was too dark to see the ball and then ten minutes after that because we didn't want to quit.
Thank you for teaching me to love the game, the art, the poetry of it.
Thank you for keeping me on track and then letting me be a bit off-track when I needed to be.
Thank you for keeping me involved when everyone else wanted to shut me out.
Thank you for the gifts that meant something even if they weren't that complicated.
Thank you for showing me what it really feels like... and what it doesn't.
Thank you for always sticking with me.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for letting me in.
Thank you for making me feel needed.
Thank you for trying.
Thank you for caring.
Thank you for reminding me what the love of the game really is.
Thank you for laughing with me, occasionally at me.
Thank you for the booze and the boozed-up moments.

If I know you, if I ever knew you, one of these is probably for you.
So, thanks, everyone.
Thanks for the memories. It's been incredible.