This is what happens when you wait two decades for the return of your football team.
You don’t leave early. You stay to the sweltering end. You raise your sweaty souls above creaky Coliseum seats in the final moments of their homecoming game and you roar with hope and rage and history.
You roar loud enough, nearly all 91,000 of you, to inspire your weary and backpedaling Rams defense into one last stand.
You roar long enough, your hands waving in the air, to turn the charging Seattle Seahawks’ offense into jelly, one-false start penalty then a lost fumble by Christine Michael to clinch the game.
You roar deeply enough late Sunday afternoon to nearly...