DEREK'S MOM
see below for back story
In anticipation of Derek doing very well again, his mom and I worked out a carefully timed scenario in which she would call Tiffany in Florida, meet me in the stands, dial the cell phone and then hand it to me. It would be my job to navigate the back-of-house area, locate Derek, hit [TALK], confirm that
Tiffany was on the line, then hand him the phone.

When the work it took to win his last two medals dragged him out of medals contention, I was sorry we wouldn't run our little relay. It pleased me that, though he finished 13th, we ran it anyhow. It seemed just as important to all.