I admit I don't care much about sports. I can watch hockey once in a while, being from Minnesota. I know the game, I know the rules. My family has season tickets.
I admit that I cry every time they destroy the National Anthem at the UMD games. It seems so disrespectful.
I admit that tonight, I watched a hockey game willingly, on my own, and with my full attention. It was the National Championship game against Michigan. I watched and sweated profusely and wringed my hands as the game went into overtime.
I admit I cried tears of joy as UMD scored the winning goal in overtime. It was a long time coming. This was their first championship. Only their second time in contention for it. The other time, 1984, they lost in overtime. I didn't cry then. I didn't even care.
I am proud tonight to be from Duluth. I am proud of these young men who worked so hard to bring this title to Duluth.
My husband and kids are at the game. I am so happy they got to experience this little part of Duluth history live and in-person, even if the tickets cost a mint. They will never forget this day, this moment. It gives me shivers. I am shocked by the emotions wrapped up in this victory, but at the same time, I am so thrilled to be a part of this. Way to go, Bulldogs!
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