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A Resource Gush

For a period that felt like four years but probably spanned one football season, I made the awkward attempt to reach into Nate’s world and sit, hip-to-hip with him, for every game of the team-formerly-known-as-the-Redskins. He’d spent the previous year fasting football for me, and I didn’t so much see it as my turn to love what he loved — I like to thi…