YAAAAAY!!!!!
It's like finding a hundred dollar bill on the street, so unexpected.
My father is no longer with us, but I can guarantee you that his spirit was with me while I was watching that game. At the end, I just slid off my couch onto the floor, and started crying. No jumping around; no screaming at the top of my lungs; just tears. Tears of joy, and tears for the fact that I wish my father had been here to watch it with me.
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