Boy oh boy where do I even begin. Rocco… honey, my pookie bear. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you strike fear into your enemies' eyes with a towel. Your silky smooth touch around the mic, and that gorgeous voice. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you retire. You had a rough childhood, but you never gave up hope. You are even amazing off the field, you're a great husband and father, sometimes I even call you dad. I forever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day retire. I would sacrifice my own life it were the only thing that could put a smile on your beautiful face. You have given me so much joy, and heartbreak over the years. I remember when you first left Cleveland and its like my heart got broken into a million pieces. But a tear still fell from my right eye when I watched you win your first ring in Kent state, because deep down, my glorious king deserved it. I just wanted you to return home. Then allas, you did, my sweet baby boy came home and I rejoiced. 2020 was a hard year for us baby, but in 2021 you made history happen. I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious king exclaim these words, "SEPTEMBER!" Not only have you changed the game of marching bees and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. And now you're getting older, but still the goat, my goat. I love you pookie bear, my glorious king, Rocco. 🥰❤🫶🏽
