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In Our Own Backyard... We've got a team, no one's prouder

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"Go ZACH!" the deep voice shouted. "C'mon, Zach - POUND 'em!"

With my grandmotherly indignity aroused, I stared pointedly at the man seated just down the metal bleachers from us. The look was all for naught, however, since the doting father was so ensconced in his son's football performance that he didn't even notice me.

"Ye-AH, Zach! Way to flatten 'em!" the excitable dad hooted.

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