The wind was stronger than Clay expected this morning, so he eased out a photo of his son and kissed it. He gazed at his rowing partners knowing that all had to band together to reclaim the Kingbury Rowing Medal.
The men took their positions, and the race was on. Everyone stroked in unison as the sound of their breathing became one. Their three competitors were edging them out.
"Now!" Clay shouted.
The team began chanting his dead son's name and inched out the competitors to win. Clay dedicated the win to his son who died during last year's race.
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