The collective dream is over.Squinting, we walk out of the playoffs and return to Life.Images linger-a giant holding a toddler in a storm of confetti.A shiny, exuberant, mantis-like man standing next to a trophy.The woman who sat courtside wearing red and white gowns.The inexplicable man-made-out-of-Sprite commercial.
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