Dear Caitlin,
What feels like a million years ago, there was a man drafted to my hometown Chicago Bulls that changed my life forever. You may have heard of him before. Throughout my entire childhood I had the luxury to watch him play and win BIG and through that my passion for basketball grew into a fever pitch. I had Chicago Bulls wallpaper that matched my bedding, multiple cork boards that were covered in newspaper clippings that my 1st Grade teacher would laminate for me (shouts to Mr. Leonard), at least seven posters that donned every inch of my entry way and closet doors, a clip-on plastic basketball hoop (of which had an entire roll of duct tape on it just to keep it together) and a life sized cut out of my hero that I would shoot and dunk over.