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I've never seen Dave cry in pain, and he never cries when he's angry, but sometimes when he's talking about the kids he'll well up, and at least once a month (sometimes a couple of times a week) he starts crying over. . . . . .sports.

It's been that way since we were dating. Yesterday I got an email from one of my college roommates, Tina (who I'm so happy to still be in touch with!):

"I had a total college flashback the other day. I was watching TV and they are starting to run commercials for the summer Olympics.

They had this one that replayed the moment from 1992 when the guy tore his hamstring and his father ran out and helped him across the finish line. Of course, I totally started tearing up again and then remembered the day in college when Dave and I were relating the story to you and we both started crying. That was so funny. We were just relating the story and couldn't not cry."

I showed Dave her email and we both laughed as we remembered that moment very clearly. Dave then went to the other computer to look for the clip on YouTube. Five minutes later I looked over and there he was, 14 years later, crying again.