Just TRY to read this without crying. Try.

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Yeah, my team won the national championship. This team did something that mattered.

HT to Brant

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Mary @ Giving Up On Perfect said…
Darn it, Amy! I just got to work and this story ruined the 5 minutes that my makeup still looks decent! :)

What an amazing group of people. Thank you for sharing this story with us.
January 21, 2009 at 9:23 AM
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