Page 88 of My Pucked Up Enemy

James leans toward me and whispers, "If I ever get one of these, I’m demanding pyrotechnics."

"A couple of birthday candles sounds about right," I mutter back.

The emcee clears his throat, holding a crisp white envelope. “Tonight’s final award is one we present once per year, and only when a candidate stands out not only for their achievements, but for their impact and their ability to influence, to inspire, and to lead.”

He pauses as a soft spotlight glows. “This year’s recipient has served both active-duty service members and professional athletes, helping each find their strength through the quiet work of the mind. She’s known for her empathy, her strategic brilliance, and her unwavering dedication to those she serves. It is my great honor to present the Distinguished Performance in Applied Sport Psychology Award to Dr. Nina Erwin.”

And then, the whole room breaks into applause.

I’m on my feet first.

Our table follows instantly.

Her parents stand, eyes misty. Patty practically bounces in place.

Nina rises slowly, hands smoothing her dress. She smiles, all grace and poise, and makes her way to the podium.

Her voice is steady, but I see the tremor in her fingers where they grip the edges of the mic.

"I didn’t expect this," she begins. "But I’m incredibly honored."

She thanks her early mentors, her professors, her colleagues in the military—who taught her what resilience really looks like. She thanks her parents, for teaching her grit and empathy. Then she shifts slightly.

"And I want to thank my current team, the Detroit Acers."

Our table whistles. James yells, “Let’s go, Doc!” and gets elbowed by Parker.

Nina grins. “They’ve reminded me of the power of trust, growth, and unspoken support. They’ve challenged me, made me laugh, made me think harder, and occasionally made me consider early retirement. But I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

She looks at me when she says it.

Just for a second.

But it hits.

"Mental resilience isn’t about perfection," she finishes. "It’s about choosing to keep showing up. Even when it’s hard. Even when you’re scared. That choice is where the magic is."

The applause is thunderous.

When she returns to the table, we all stand again.

Connor clinks his water glass with a knife and gives her a bow. Ethan’s tearing up and pretending he’s not. Her dad is holding her mom’s hand, eyes full of pride.

And I know what I have to do.

I rise, glass in hand.

James mutters, "Uh-oh. Is this going to be poetic or embarrassing?"

"Hopefully both," I say.

Everyone quiets.

I look at her.

"To Nina," I say, voice carrying. "The newest supporting backbone of our team, next to Coach Stephens. The calm in every storm. And the woman who’s made me, and all of us, better just by being who she is."

She blinks fast. Doesn’t speak.

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