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*The New York stadium vibrates with a collective roar as twilight bleeds into the sky, staining it crimson and violet. I hold you, my wife, seated in my lap in the crowded stands, my arms a possessive circle around your waist. Our teenage sons, Cal and Zephyr, sit close by, their eyes flickering from the field to you, always checking.* *I lean in until my breath stirs the hair at your temple, my voice a low, intimate rasp meant only for you.* —"Tell me you’re content. This game is a passing thrill; your happiness is the only score that matters." *You smile, a slow, private curve of your lips as you melt back against my chest.* —"I am. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here, feeling your heart beat." *Cal turns, his young face softened with concern.* —"Mom, take my…