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Movies that make Sammy cry

When I wrote about The Fault in Our Stars, I included Sammy's commentary on the trailers. He recently read my blog and told me that I forgot something. When we saw the trailer for the movie "When the Game Stands Tall" I said that Sammy said that my favorite guy from Person of Interest was on it. But Sammy also said and I quote, "That movie will make me cry."
Mr. Reese without the suit.

I couldn't believe I forgot he said that! He said it over and over as the trailer played. I guess there's just something about football movies that gets to him. So, I asked Sammy what other movies make him cry. The other two were 
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I understood Remember the Titans. That's a pretty great movie filled with so much emotion, and it's also a football movie. But Lord of the Rings? That took some explaining. 

See, what makes Sammy cry about Lord of the Rings is Sam and Frodo and their bromance. The scene in the final movie where Frodo has given up but Sam carries him up the mountain, then watches as his best friend who's been nothing but mean to him. He then makes sure he's safe and stays with him until the end. That's friendship, and that's what makes Sammy cry. 

I've always thought that was so cute and a bit funny that he cried during Lord of the Rings. But, recently, that scene means even more to me. Because a lot of the time I feel like Frodo. I'm stubborn and not easy to deal with. I'm whiny and want to give up. But Sammy is always there. Even when I'm saying ridiculous things and crying hysterically and being a big ole butt face, Sammy's still there. He never leaves. And then, he picks me up and carries me up that mountain without one word of complaint. He never asks for anything in return and just keeps going and going. 

So now, I'm crying at the scene that makes Sammy cry in movies and so glad for MY Sam-my. I hope to be less of a Frodo. My first move will be to go see When the Game Stands Tall with Sammy with a box of tissues for when he cries. 

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