Sugar Ray - Someday
Chicago numbers challenge | Cell Block Tango
Pop. Six. Squish. Uh-Uh. Cicero. Lipschitz
Somewhere along the line we lost it. We stopped believing. Then the kid next door won a gold medal. A kid with a runny nose and milk money danced up to the tiger and spit in his eye. It’s not a fluke. Not an upset. Not a longshot, dark horse or a David and Goliath. It’s a miracle. It’s America. Welcome back.