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The Horseshoe: The art of almost (A letter to a Mustang)

Dear [name], I know it seems unfair. I know that the hours of sweat, preparation, and devotion weren’t meant to reap silver. I know that there will always be that “what if” thought for years to come. Or that “we were one game away.” I know those tears were real, and those post-game smiles for……
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March 9, 2015

Dear [name],

I know it seems unfair. I know that the hours of sweat, preparation, and devotion weren’t meant to reap silver. I know that there will always be that “what if” thought for years to come. Or that “we were one game away.” I know those tears were real, and those post-game smiles for…

The Horseshoe: The art of almost (A letter to a Mustang)