I grew up in a small Texas city the place everybody was vested in our success. The entire city would drive an hour or two to look at a playoff sport, they usually all had their very own shows of dedication. Some made indicators and others had noise makers, however my favourite had been the superstitions. They might inform us they had been carrying the identical shirt they wore once we received our final sport or that they’d on their fortunate socks. It was as if the followers may will us to win by way of their dedication.
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