I place the letter I wrote below in a plastic bag, and lay it on the ground. Through it I stick the small Giants flagpole, pinning it down, and lean over.
"You'd have loved it buddy. You'd have fucking loved it. I hope you saw it."
I lean over, kiss the cold metal, and rise. I turn and walk away.
As I walk, I slowly turn around and look one last time towards his grave. I stop, and smile. I raise my arms and yell it, like Rocky... "Hey yo Ry-Air, the underdogs on top! They did it!"
I know he heard me.
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Sounds like a fitting moment. I hope it brought you some peace.
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