I met Trevor at sectionals a few weeks ago. I got roped into watching my little brother ride the bench for Duke, while our parents went to Northeast Regionals. So there I am, standing on the sideline, and who walks by but Trevor fucking Lynch himself. I was nervous as shit, and just kept looking at him as he was standing on the sideline playing solitaire on his phone, and waited, but was too scared to say anything to him. Pretty soon little brother started crying, and I’m trying to quiet him down because I didn’t want her to bother Trevor, but he wouldn’t stop and pretty soon Trev walks over. He started running his hands through his hair and asked what was wrong. I replied that he was probably hungry for some playing time. So Trevor puts down his phone, picked up my brother and lifted his shirt. He breast fed him right there in the middle of the field. Chill guy, really nice about it. Would let him breast feed my brother again.
