I teared up after Tottenham Hotspur beat Manchester United on Wednesday in the Europa League final.
It’s not because it was a beautiful game. It possessed as much quality as an MLS match.
It’s not because I was released from a lifetime of pain. I’ve been a Tottenham fan for all of two seasons, and I get my agony from the Philadelphia Phillies.
And it’s no…
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