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Why do I love sports? Because they bring back memories of my late brother


Good morning! Today is Thursday, June 11 and I'm Tim G., ready to get your ready for the day. A lot happened last night, from the first round of the MLB draft to NASCAR eliminating the Confederate flag at its events to the Red Sox acknowledging racist incidents at Fenway Park. This morning, we're basking in Reggie Bush highlights from USC, which is nice. 

But don't forget: We asked why you fell in love with sports. These are those stories: 

Today's contribution is from reader Bryce Waller of McDonough, Ga.:

I lost my brother to a car accident on June 11,2007, so this time leading up to the anniversary of his death is always tender. But it always brings up awesome memories of our shared love of sports. My brother, Lee, was 20 when he passed away. I was 17 and about to enter my senior year of high school. As I reflect on the time I had with my brother so many memories involve sports. He is gone now, but no one can ever take away all the memories we made watching our sports heroes, rejoicing when our teams won, and playing pickup in the driveway. These cherished memories are the reason I love sports! (Read more of Bryce's story here.)

Now it's your turn: