Everybody has a home team: Its the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. Its the people who, near or far, know everything thats wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when theyre at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry. These are your people, your middle-of-the-night, no-matter-what people.