Then he walked out of the stadium, amid the shouts of his name, stopping when he found the son he named for his father. Willingham crooked his arm around Nathaniel's neck, then began looking for Kim. "I gushed over my wife pretty good," he had said earlier in the week, recalling their courtship. "They make you work.? Now he passed some autograph seekers without stopping, now he headed toward the bus, now here was Kim right before his eyes. "There you go," Willingham said softly, and his wife grinned and said, "OhmiGodddd," and the two hugged and then he looked her in the eyes and kissed her. Nothing fancy, you understand. There's only so much gushing a man can do in a day.