While watching Me and You and Everyone We Know I experienced a kiss that I wanted to last all the way to the end of the block.
Tonight Arden and I watched Running Brave about the (half) Native American who won the 10,000 meter race in the 1964 Olympics. At the end I cheered out loud and cried with happiness. Why the hell am I so drawn to sports movies like this (and Breaking Away) when I'm not really interested in sports? (I mean I've always loved biking and tennis and running and table tennis and martial arts and so forth but...ok, maybe in a way I do love sports, just not football or baseball or basketball.)
Maybe what I really truly love is the underdog movie.
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