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INDIANAPOLIS - Tony Dungy's expression never changed. He took his hands off his hips every so often and folded his arms across his chest. He wore out a path on the sideline between the 40-yard lines, bit his lip now and then and patiently lectured an official on several occasions.
But from start to finish, for all those minutes the cause looked lost - and even those few at the end when it was nearly, incredibly, improbably rescued - Dungy never let his emotions leave that narrow corner of his soul to which he'd banished them.See the full content of this document
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Colts Won't Soon Forget Season
He was no different, not in public, anyway, when this odyssey of a season was finally done.
"We'll survive. Personally, there were a coupl...See the full content of this document
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