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... losion. It was a release. It was the single, beautiful, piercing note that confirmed the impossible.
Michael Sterling shot out of his seat in the director’s box, his arms thrown wide, a raw, primal, inarticulate roar tearing from his throat. He was jumping. He was screaming. He was an eighteen-year-old kid who had just watched his tiny, patched-together team of misfits and miracles walk into the fortress of the league leaders and win.
Down below, the blue-and-white ocean of 30,00 ...
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