When I tell you “good game,” this is what I actually mean

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To: My daughter, Zoe

From: Maurice Brooks

Charity: American Cancer Society

Sponsor: Dave McMenamin is donating 25 dollars in honor of the first 25 shares of Mo's letter


You know me. I am not the kind of dad to express my feelings. It’s not my style.

But thankfully, we have basketball…

Zoe’s basketball career started when she would beg to train with her father and older brother

It all started when you were four and your brother was nine. I trained your brother in the backyard. We had cones, parachutes and all sorts of stuff. You’d come outside to watch and sometimes beg to join.  At first, I thought it was cute but it didn’t take long for you to prove you had some serious athletic talent, which definitely did not come from me.

You started to come to all of your brother’s basketball games and practices.  So, I signed you up for the local boys recreational league. You were one of the only girls and you were better than the boys your age.  Even when you went one-on-one with your older brother, he couldn’t take it easy on you.

I am not the kind of dad to express my feelings. It’s not my style. But thankfully, we have basketball.
Zoe has already received eight division one scholarship offers.

Now, you’re only 14 years old and in 8th grade.  Already, you are one of the best players in the country. Eight division one schools have offered you scholarships. You have played in higher age brackets against top competition. At 13,  you tried out for the under 16 U.S. National Team. Trophies overwhelm our basement, as letters from colleges continue to fill up our mailbox.

This is a journey we are on together. We spend hours alone in cars and plane rides. Trips allow us the opportunity to go shopping and eat meals  – just you and me. Sometimes we talk basketball. Sometimes we do not.

I try to go to every single game, but on occasion I have to miss one because of your brother’s football schedule. You know as soon as the game is over you have to call me and give me a play-by-play of what happened. We have similar builds, so I try to teach you tricks that I used to do when I was growing up.

At games, I notice every detail. If the last person on the bench scores, you are usually the loudest one cheering. I tell you to be more selfish sometimes, but you like to pass to your teammates and get everyone involved. You get more joy from watching your teammates score than you do yourself. Tournament and MVP trophies usually end up in my hands, because you are that humble.  You are growing into a leader. You are a good teammate and a good person.

Mo says he is able to show his love for his daughter through basketball.

During a game you hear my coaching tips from the stands. I know you pay attention and don’t mind the feedback. That is good because I can’t help myself, Zoe. I live and die with each made or missed shot. When you play well, I am in a good mood. If you play poorly or just don’t give your best effort, I am in a bad mood. It probably shouldn’t be that way, but I know firsthand all the work you put in and I want to see you be successful.

And I am putting in the work with you.

Whether it is a Saturday or a Tuesday,  if you ask me to go to the park to practice, I am always willing to go. You shoot and I chase your rebounds.

Before a big game or a top opponent, I do research and show you film. I just want to make sure you always feel prepared. There are times that I have been hard on you. I am working on making sure I highlight your good plays as opposed to only criticizing your mistakes. Either way, you seem to respect and appreciate my honesty. That’s probably because you are so competitive and open to learning how to better your game.

You still have so much ahead of you, and while you are putting in the time in the gym, I hope you are also enjoying the journey. And just so you know, if your journey takes you to California for college or Oregon for a tournament, I am coming, too.

Zoe, I do love that you play basketball because it provides me a familiar way to show you what I struggle to say.

When I drive for hours on end to a tournament, I am cherishing the time I spend with you. When I come to your games, I am giving you my support. When I get moody over a loss, I am feeling your disappointment even more than you do. When I make you give me a play-by-play reenactment of your game, I am trying to avoid missing a moment of your life. When I post your highlights on my social media, I am showing the world how proud I am to be your dad.  And Zoe, every single time I tell you, “good game,” it is my way of saying I love you.


Dad aka your biggest fan (not just in basketball)


Written with Lauren Brill

About the author:

Maurice Brooks is a former sports writer and proud father of two from New Jersey.

About the sponsor and the charity:

Dave McMenamin is donating $25 dollars to the American Cancer Society in honor of the first 25 shares of Mo’s letter. Mo chose the American Cancer Society because his father passed away from lung cancer.

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So nice Roger <3

Pat, Your letter touched me in a very profound way. It left me in tears in the middle of my work day. It made me want to share something with you. On a July morning in 2007 a police officer answered a 911 call I had made when my Mother went into cardiac arrest. Between that officer, my best friend and the fire fighters who showed up minutes later they were able to restart her heart, however at the hospital she passed away an hour later. At the end of his shift that officer stopped by my home to check on the situation and cried when I told him the unfortunate news I received only 4 hours prior. He tried to apologize to me. I looked at the anguish in his eyes and asked him directly what for? He described the ways he felt sorry. What I want to leave you with was my reply to him. I told him he had nothing to be sorry for because he answered the call in what was the darkest moment in my life. I told him that he was a hero regardless because it takes a special person to answer calls like that. You are a hero to people Pat. No one can ever take that away from you. I understand the process you're going through as I've been there myself and like you I still struggle with it when no one is looking. You aren't alone in this. I hope your healing process continues on and you can regain the happiness in this beautiful life. You'll always be a hero to those people, because you were there when the call came Best wishes Roger Chamberlain

Ruth, your letter moved me to tears. Once upon a time I was very closed off about the LGBT community but over a course of several years, I turned my fear into understanding and I actively stand with the community for their equal rights because it is the right thing to do.