On the way home from the big game

On the way home from the big game, my dad and I stopped at a rest stop off of I-10. As I came out of the bathroom and was waiting for my dad to get finished, there was a man standing near the entrance to the restrooms who seemed to be waiting for someone to come out. He mentioned the weather to me, and I responded by telling him how drizzly it had been all day along the interstate, and where I was heading to get back to home. Well, he then told me that he was from Madison and had been to the game, too. He just went on and on about how good our team was and how good of a job the coaches had done with our team. That was nice here.


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