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the sea of heads quickly turns and bends towards the foul ball. the wave retreats towards the pitcher’s mound with a sound of water rushing over rocks. for a moment, i am dizzy with the feeling of floating in the ocean as the heads bob in unison.

later, the first notes of “Don’t Stop Believing” sound over the pa. the vocal chords of 54,000 are exercised, at uncomfortable decibels, while we hope to inspire the home team to a win.

later still, after a stunning win, the masses spill onto the still-wet streets of minneapolis, whooping and hollering, honking car horns and slapping street signs as they walk off into the night, into their cars.

that night, it’s hard to unwind from the feeling that was shared with so many of your fellow citizens.

all because of a silly game.

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