Nothing produces goose bumps faster than a trio of bagpipers ushering in a high school football team. If that football team happens to be in West Virginia, where the pigskin (both the athletic and culinary variety) is king, you can double the rate of chills. And if one of those pipers just happens to be your brother and he's wearing the tartan of Grandma Hannah's clan, well, it just doesn't get much better than that.
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