In the spring of 2013, I watched Louisville play Michigan State in the NCAA Men’s Basketball Championship. Having no strong allegiance to the Cardinals or the Spartans – just an avid fan of the game, I simply enjoyed watching great plays by both teams. I was about five or six months pregnant, and throughout the game Amichai kept kicking and flipping around. I knew it really didn’t mean anything, but it was fun to imagine that maybe he too was excited by the game I had loved since I ...