There’s nothing that gets the ole heart stirring like seeing a grown man breakdown in tears because he’s recognized by his sports team and family.
Happy tears of orange just streaming down this Colonel’s face is just what the doctor ordered on this fine Sunday morning. Good work, everybody.
Ps: if my kids don’t surprise me with a super nice recognition where I end up crying and go viral, I’ll never forgive them. I need to cry. I need to cry hard. Snot. Boogers. Wailing. I need it on the Jumbotron. If that doesn’t happen, these last 14 years were a waste.