The three toughest guys I ever met were (my college roomate) 
Jeff Berven, my dad and my brother, Bill.  If you put the three of them
in a room to fight it out, I don't know who I'd bet on, except I know
Jeff would be smart engough to get the hell out of there.

    It's hard to describe the level of fierceness--today's word is 
intensity--that burned inside of William C. Lam Sr. and William C. Lam
Jr., neither of whom knew the meaning of the word quit. "Retire" is just
close enough to "quit" that Bill may not know the meaning of that 
word, either.

    Our family will always hear the echoes of the tributes to our father,
famously known as Kayo--a hero in the more popular sport of football--
but the appreciation for Bill's legacy may very well be in it's infancy.
It's a legacy well deserved.  Bill has brought passion to everything 
he has done.  Blessed with charm, good looks and musical talent, Bill
was on the bubble as a teenager as he tried to decide whether to 
advance a musical career or put his heart and soul into athletics.

    In light of a high school wrestling record that didn't attract the 
attention of many college coaches--his scholarship offers were in 
football and track--Bill made a gutsy choice in the University of 
Oklahoma, where success was anything but assured.  

    But he went on to set the school record for most wins.  When we
saw him his junior year at nationals in Laramie, Wyoming, he was down
11-1 in his first match, and--despite having been unable to work out
for a week prior to the tournament (literally showing up on crutches),
a season of hard work paid off and he went on to take second, up
from third the year before.

    Everything was in place for Bill to be national champion as a senior,
but lo and behold, he popped his ribs in the Big Eight tournament, 
winning the final match with the injury.  continue on -->