Arm in arm, the team lined up in honor of the beloved Coach White. A once boisterous pregame ritual of warming up with booming speakers, thundering cheers, and squeaky shoes had been shattered. “Join us in a moment of silence for our late coach: Coach White.” Silence. Pure, agonizing silence, reaching the depths no noise ever could. His image flashed in my mind – his smile, high fives, his “Let’s go, Yeezy” – I could feel the weight of his legacy...