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thinking about underdogs all day today.
losers and freaks and the not so
popular crews. when i was college aged,
we played a game, where we turned our
names into verbs and to jabiz was to:
think you were going to win when it was
clear you had no chance of winning. there’s no
better way to illustrate that point that to show pride  
in that sentiment. the humming birds lost the nest
for the third time in as many week this week.
john madden died and our team is hanging on by a thread.
the birds are back at attempt four. we play on monday
and i’m shooting for the moon. i’ll deal with the disappointment
when it comes- for now i’m betting it all on any misfits
that are willing to put it all on the line