Drew Timme has it – The Athletic


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RICHARDSON, Texas – Drew Timme reclines in his chair, puts an arm around an adjacent seat, and smiles as the edges of his Drew Manchu curve upward. He was given a very simple task – describing himself – and he is clearly warmed to the answer.

“I mean, I think people say I can be a little stupid,” he says.

Two months later, this self-assessment is passed on to Megan and Matt Timme. Sitting comfortably in their suburban Texas home enjoying a break from the travel rat race that comes with parenting three talented athletes. Last month, they spent Thanksgiving week in Las Vegas with Drew and Gonzaga, and traveled to Missouri, where their middle child Walker is doing a postgraduate year at Link Prep while also guiding volleyball-playing Kendall through her first year of the High school. You managed to hang up the Christmas stockings and set up the big tree in the family room, but someone else is still in his box, just behind the front door. Outside, their dogs scurry around the pool, a dented cone of shame surrounds the pup that has just been repaired.

Megan is funny and astute, a fast-speaking Texan who loves a zinger. Matt is more moderate, his wit more revving, but just as cutting. They met in a bar. Nickel longneck night in a country spot, to be precise. (Megan’s dad always told her to flicker and said they met in church.) Neither of them were looking for a relationship. They have been married for 23 years. Fourteen years ago they moved into this house on the bend in the back road, two tires stationed at opposite ends of the circular driveway. You settled here because she grew up half a mile away. They stayed because the neighborhood is the way everyone gathers for cornhole tournaments and potluck dinners and wraps the trees in Gonzaga ribbons in March.

Your children are all competitive and naughty.

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