This may be a little off-topic, but I wanted to share.
Yesterday morning, my wife received a devastating phone call. She learned that her father had passed away suddenly in his sleep. Dennis was a massive Panthers fan and has been talking this game all week, and I was working on trying to find a way to get him some tickets to the game.
In honor of him, his brothers and sisters all attended the game today, each wearing a piece of his huge collection of Panthers gear. Like most of the crowd, they sat through the downpour and cheered the team on to victory, knowing in their hearts that the team was going to find a way to win in honor of him.
At his home, my wife and I sat and watched the game with wife. As I was frustrated when we punted with 2 minutes remaining, my mother-in-law, who is only a casual fan, looked at me with sad eyes and said, "can we still win?". I told her that that there was a small chance, but it was a longshot.
Then we held them to a three and out. Then Ted Ginn caught the long pass. Then we scored.
I've been happy after big wins many times over the years and I consider myself a true diehard...but I've never been as happy as my mother-in-law was today. Sometimes a win is just a win. Sometimes, it's so much more.