Saturday, March 28, 2009

The National Championship game. I sat in the second row behind my Uncle Mike and my Grandpa Paul.

Uncle Mike: Dad, we've been coming to Ron's games for almost 40 years now, and this here is the most important one yet. It's the big one.
Grandpa: The big one, huh?

The clock counted down the final seconds before the start of the game, and my dad said things to his team that none of us in the stands could hear over the music booming through the stadium. I never thought I'd find myself getting choked up to the tune of Europe's, 'The Final Countdown.'

Sherry: These games get tough to watch. I think it's because... I think I can maybe do something. I start to feel like I can affect the game. You know?

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