It seemed too good to be true. The Crimson was simply too perfect. Just as I was learning to root for the home team, I feared that I would be disappointed again.
But I wasn’t. Harvard successfully closed out the game, and at the end of the fourth quarter, I saw a sight that I had never seen before at Harvard: a screaming throng of fans charging the field with their arms raised in victory and their eyes brimming with pride.
And instead of skeptically dismissing those fans and predicting that the Crimson’s next game would result in a painful, heartbreaking loss, I found myself grinning in anticipation of the next Game.
Far from southeast Texas, I had a team to call my own.
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