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