Intro
The Dawgs have made me cry plenty of times. Once I got out of middle school, I tried to start reining it in a bit and control my emotions over a football team. Since, there has been plenty of internal tears. Trust me the pain was usually there, but I would keep those childish tears buried deep down. Last Monday night, once the game had finally ended the tears would not stop. A combination of elation, exhaustion and pride. The positive and relieved energy of every Dawg fan in that stadium combined with the history and aura of the rose bowl itself created a collective feeling that I am not sure I will ever be able to reproduce.