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My Weekly Sports Journey for the week ending April 5, 2008
ARE BATHROOMS THE NEW CONFERENCE ROOMS?
Remember Sen. Larry Craig? You know the guy who made an airport bathroom into a tourist site after his arrest? Well, we were told at the time that nothing good goes on in restrooms if you stay past your time, so to speak, that you need to be there; “wide stance” or not. Today, reports that I have a hard time understanding, tell me that MLB investigators went to a book signing to get a meeting with Jose Canseco and asked that he be ushered into the men’s room so that they could speak in private. Hell, can you imagine all those coffee drinkers at the little tables set around in those places now, trying to get into the room to do what comes naturally and being told that it had been booked as a meeting room? Or maybe someone just put up one of those grungy yellow plastic signs that say that the place is being cleaned at the moment which is a riot since the condition of the sign should tell you everything you want to know. Nonetheless, it seems that the meeting took place and boy was Canseco happy and proud.
The glee in his voice comes through the quotes of both he and his attorney. Oh yeah, he travels with one which I guess is the newest spring accessory for men; better than a jaunty scarf or one of those hats that Tom Brady seems to favor. And the attorney sounds like a girl who didn’t think she was going to be asked to the prom and is saved at the last minute by a gorgeous guy. Canseco? He’s giddy with glee, flabbergasted that he is being taken seriously by the lords of baseball who wanted him to disappear after the first book. Having seen him in action in front of Congress during the first hearings that drove McGuire into oblivion, Palmeiro into a lie and Sosa into speaking only Spanish, they were just pissed off that Canseco could make such bold accusations and not seem upset about them. It took 2 years and federal drug busts to get baseball to organize the Mitchell Report when they could have done it sooner if they had listened to Jose.
This is all Canseco ever wanted…well not really, he also needs some dough and maybe he’ll get a full time gig out of this. His attorney hypothesized that he could be their permanent steroids snitch with an office in NY just like any baseball executive. Laugh if you want to but here’s what I’ve got to say: MLB officials put their heads in the sand, got bullied by the union and hoped it would all go away. What makes them any more righteous and less sleazy than Canseco? OK, this second book is full of innuendo rather than hard core facts and first person accounts of him seeing guys juicing or helping them do so by exchanging butt shots. But maybe he’s got the goods on A Rod, right? And maybe not but MLB knew it missed something that could have been learned short of Congress poking its head into all this and they are trying to avoid that again. Notice, by the way, that A Rod is NOT taking the Clemens route to Congress by hiring a lawyer and denying everything written by Canseco in front of a press conference. But watch out for more bathroom meetings since no one wants to get caught short, or with their pants down, when the heat is on to get to the bottom of the steroids story. Did I just say that? Yeah, and sorry.
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My Weekly Sports Journey for the week ending March 29, 2008
Kobe better just shut up
The scene is the Lakers locker room on Wednesday night after a sorry looking performance against the Charlotte Bobcats in which the pattern of the last week continued: get down early playing virtually no aggressive defense and claw back in a frenzy hoping to maintain the right energy to win. They are now 1-2 in games like that but last night’s comeback was made even more difficult without Kobe who got thrown out with a bit more than 3 minutes to play. You never count the Lakers out if Kobe goes into overdrive in the 4th quarter, focuses like no one but Tiger Woods, takes over the game by finding those that actually can make outside shots and then drives to the basket to absorb hard fouls just to get 2 points that he couldn’t get any other way. That wasn’t gonna happen last night. He had a scowl from the beginning of the game and started barking, as the Lakers radio TV broadcaster Stu Lantz, likes to say, early in the game at the officials. His beef? The refs aren’t giving him the love he wants and thinks he deserves as the superstar he is. Why aren’t there Kobe rules the way Jordan had his? Well, Jordan understood that if you bite the hands that feed you the doggie treats don’t keep coming. Kobe has a sense of entitlement that used to plague Shaq when he was here in LA. If you took a close camera shot of O’Neal and opponents under the basket you’d see multiple fouls every time he jumped up for an offensive rebound or a put-back bucket. Did he get those calls? Usually not since the typical decision of the league refs was to allow him to absorb contact that wasn’t too obvious or hurtful…in their opinion. He got the benefit of that on the other end however since when he was aggressively making his move to clear a path for himself to put the ball up he would swing those elbows around and more than one NBA guy lost teeth or had lumps under his eyes.
Lately Kobe isn’t getting the benefit of the doubt and it is starting to show. He gets elbowed in the face by Baron Davis that opens a gash under his eye but no foul is called, which is the Shaq rule on the receiving end, but he’s getting called for ticky tack reach ins or taps on the arm as he goes up to defend. After a while the build up from that has gotten to him. He had almost reached this boiling point a few weeks ago when he had 3 fewer technicals and Phil took him aside to tell him that it was unseemly. While Phil appreciated the unfairness of the situation he believed that Kobe’s bellyaching on each ticky tack called on him as well as the “barking” when he is obviously fouled on his end of the court was getting the officials sick of it all. Unfair yes, but a fact of life as well. As a team leader and a top candidate for MVP you’ve got to man up and realize there is a bigger goal at stake here: home court for the playoffs and a championship once your 2 star centers get back. You can’t be a baby and get treated like a man. Hey, I like that for a tee shirt that they sell on the streets outside Staples. Acceptance of the situation is needed here and for some reason Kobe is losing it without taking into account the consequences of being 1 more technical away from being suspended for a game. That game could come next week against Dallas or New Orleans and with Pau expected back, how would that play if the team lost with the Western Conference race as tight as my skinny jeans. He knows the rules, the risks and the consequences; who will step up and rip him a new hole where the sun don’t shine? Anyone?
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My Weekly Sports Journey for the week ending March 14, 2008
Are they real games or exhibitions?
John Daly finally got some tough love
Butch Harmon, golf instructor to the stars finally said out loud what many have said privately and more often than not wouldn’t even dare to whisper about: John Daly is in trouble of killing himself by being an unrepentant drunk. Harmon who gave all props to his raw talents and his personable charm ended the short relationship with Daly after he realized that John would rather get drunk than learn to sharpen his golf game. At least that’s what he said. To further buttress that opinion, the previous week at a PGA event that yet another sponsor gave him permission to attend (he hasn’t qualified based on his performance in a couple of years) he sat out the rain delay in the Hooters tent, emerged with Jon Gruden as his caddy, told his caddy to take the afternoon off and laughed his way to a 77. The next day he shot 80 and he missed another cut. Sponsors aren’t doing him a favor or themselves for that matter by thinking that he’ll play through the weekend and draw crowds. I know that events at which Tiger doesn’t play need all the help they can get but if Daly plays as he has been plus isn’t there for the weekend, the sponsors don’t get what they want and some poor schnook on the Tour who deserves an opportunity just got hosed. Daly will only hit bottom when he runs out of money to keep living the way he has for some time now. Tim Finchem, commissioner of the PGA should be ashamed of himself for refusing to insinuate himself into this and get an intervention going with Daly’s many pals on the Tour, sponsors and whoever is left in his family. Otherwise Finchem better be writing a eulogy for the guy because this can only end one way if it isn’t stopped.
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My Weekly Sports Journey for the week ending March 7, 2008
Favre hangs it up
You know how I know this is for good? Deanna Favre, his wife, when asked by a local reporter from Green Bay if the couple would continue their charitable contributions to the community and their work among various organizations said in a strong voice: hell no. Well she didn’t exactly use those words but she might as well have. She said that “We (and I emphasize the We…) have decided that we are going to do nothing for a year.” So no matter what Favre might want to do in a month or 3, if Deanna says no, it’s not. Her standing is based on her being the person that got him off the substances that he abused by telling him that she had about had enough of his BS. She also is the person that within a year or two of that developedbreast cancer in her 30’s, is currently in remission or cancer-free but you never know do you? So how do you look at a woman like that and tell her to go to hell? You don’t. Case closed.
Kobe vs. LeBron
It was a sight to behold the other night at Madison Square Garden with LeBron putting up 50 with 10 boards and 8 dimes. But Kobe had put on his little show a couple of nights earlier with 52/11/4 against THE MAVS. Just a shade of a difference in quality of opponents don’t you think? But wait, isn’t LeBron’s scoring average better than Kobe’s this year…by almost 2 points a game? Yeah, that’s right but Kobe’s defense has been stepped up even more with his steals average almost doubled while his free throw percentage stays at around 80+% as it always has; his assists are up and he’s playing with a broken finger and torn ligaments. All right, enough of the sob sister stuff but someone has to tell LeBron that to be an MVP you have to do it on both sides of the ball which Kobe has done consistently throughout his career, being named to the NBA’s defensive first team multiple times. LeBron’s three pointers, except for that magical night at the Garden are poor and his free throw shooting must improve for them to win tight games down the stretch. Until that happens, Kobe is the chosen one this year.
How’s that Shaq trade going?
The Suns are 3-5 with Shaq in the lineup and were 3-2 without him even after Shawn Marion was shipped to Miami. Without them figuring out how to shoot around him and drive to basket without him clogging the lane they are toast. Steve Kerr will be wearing the goat’s ears for this one and frankly he will deserve it. And hey, can’t imagine how happy the Big Cactus is now that he’s in the middle of a divorce and playing like crap on a very visible national stage. Oops……karma baby, karma.
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The Big Cactus seeks Desert Flower
What with Shaq being in the midst of a divorce and all of a sudden being traded across the country, I can’t imagine he isn’t looking for some companionship of the female kind. But let’s face it; he’s got to be picky and careful so I imagined what his personals ad might look like. See what you think:
Great looking and almost divorced father of many (but with the resources to have them taken care of) is seeking a lovely lady for a human hulk of a man that truly is full of burning love. Currently employed by a professional basketball team in the Valley of the Sun, I have also lived and worked in Orlando, Los Angeles and Miami. I am the proud owner of a college degree from LSU but never use a lick of it while working. The lady I am seeking should be gorgeous, feminine, and flexible about traveling 8-9 months a year or staying put and having me fly around alone. She should be in great shape, willing to have me dictate how she appears in public, pick her fashion stylist, hair and make-up artists and generally make all such decisions for her. I love to play with kids so if she has any, just add them to my entourage. I have been called a big kid so I don’t fake it when I love spending time with them. Although I am child like in my play time, I am fiercely competitive in all other areas of my life. I must have the best and biggest collection of everything: cars, sports memorabilia, music and movie collections and homes. Any lady brave enough to respond will be lavished with sharing all my toys and in my success, but must expect to sign a contract that she can’t actually own any of it unless the relationship ends up becoming serious. Serious to me is someone who can understand all my needs, make sure my attitude and ego are always soothed, deal with publicity that might not be flattering, and understand that my weight fluctuates based on my moods. In that way I think any lady should find it easy to understand: I’m an emotional eater and frankly hate to work out. That doesn’t mean I like or will accept the same behavior in a romantic partner. Being on the arm of someone like me means that there can never be one photo that would make the front page of Us Weekly with a visible panty line, a pinch of flesh around the waist, a less than ample bosom or a face that is not professionally sculpted. She must understand my need to have many friends around at all times, be able to deal with a very angry soon to be ex-wife, bad publicity from my time with other organizations and last but not least my choice for a profession after I am done with this one. I want to be a law enforcement officer if I can get a custom made uniform to fit my frame. If you are afraid of guns please don’t apply. Recent photos, full background check, including credit status will be necessary. But let’s see where it goes after you pass the approval test. I know I can make you happy….if you do the same for me.
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The Thrill on the Hill
Can you imagine what Roger Clemens had to get Debbie, his wife as a gift for Valentine’s Day? A day after he told the world that she used HGH, but he didn’t (allegedly), what is an appropriate way to say I love you? Oh I don’t know….a vacation from HIM, might be nice. I need some alone time away from him myself since it has been my focus for weeks and the radio interviews never cease on the subject. And of course Congress members don’t want to be nasty on a day dedicated to love thus the hearings were conveniently scheduled for the day prior. So what did we learn from all the grandstanding on Wednesday if anything? We learned that no matter what your status in life you are asked to make hard choices; your mettle is tested and your conscience gets tweaked. The path you take when tested can define you. I believe that this is the biggest lesson we learned yesterday. Other than that, I don’t think many people changed their minds about who is lying unless, like me, you think there is a slight crack in the door for Clemens based on the “mis-hearing” or “mis-remembering” on the part of Andy Pettitte about conversations that are as old as 8 years ago and some as recent as 4 years ago. <br/><br/> Think about it this way: 2 people are witnesses to a traffic accident and give differing accounts about basic facts to the cops when asked. Are they lying or are they remembering what registered with them and filling in the blanks on the rest? This is why people sue when they are injured because if everyone was telling the same story there wouldn’t be a reason to have a trial…unless the amount of money asked for is outlandish. Does this mean that I think that Andy Pettitte is suffering from this syndrome? Maybe. But unfortunately for Roger, Andy’s memory is only about conversations in which alleged steroids and HGH use were the topics. He wasn’t present during any injections. Brian McNamee testified that Pettitte used and so did Chuck Knoblach. Both of these guys have admitted the truth of McNamee’s statements. That is the hump Clemens can’t get over; the presumption that McNamee lied about Roger but not the others. <br/><br/>As Chuck Woolery used to say on the show called Love Connection: so how did the date end? Well, we have feds ready to pore over all the testimony from Wednesday and if they think it’s worth their time and taxpayer money, they will open a formal investigation to determine if perjury was committed. They will subpoena everyone Clemens ever played with and see if they can shake the tree to find something to hang their hat on. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that I can stand 2 perjury trials in the same year involving arguably the greatest hitter of our time and the greatest pitcher. I just want to know if the Yankees have enough pitching in place to do better than last year. I’ll bet a lot of you out there feel exactly the same.
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Creepy Medical Waste and the Men Who Discuss It
It’s one thing for a woman who is a mistress to a married man to keep a dress with DNA on it in the form of semen and it’s quite another for a male trainer of a famous male athlete to keep gauze pads and syringes with trace evidence of blood on it. Why? Well because as twisted as it sounds, a woman’s friends who she has told about the affair realize that when you diddle around with the President of the United States and he’s married to someone like Hillary, you might have to prove your credibility. But one guy injecting another in the rear end some 6-8 years ago and keeping “evidence” of his breaking and entering through the rear door is beyond odd: it’s creepy.
And yet, that’s what we learned that Brian McNamee has done and given the petrified remains to Congress prior to him showing up on Capitol Hill today to begin his private deposition. Who do you think was given the icky chore of receiving the evidence on some Congress member’s staff? Bet it was an intern who hopefully knew enough to go out and buy plastic gloves to even touch whatever package the stuff came in. Now we legal/sports commentator types are sitting here in the middle of a crime scene investigation; having to discuss DNA, blood type, and trying to figure out what the heck is left of the substances shot into the rear end of Roger Clemens. This isn’t what I dreamed of growing up as a little girl when I idolized Roger Maris. If we had analyzed things back then we would have had to get a shrink to comment about why Roger seemed unhappy the closer he came to breaking Babe Ruth’s record. To compare his performance to that of Ruth’s, which is one of the absolute necessities now if an athlete’s record breaking activities are to be truly celebrated we’d also have to go back 3-4 decades prior to Maris’ time to examine what could have helped Babe be the Babe. How ridiculous.
And yet, we are going to be spectators to this awful spectacle in the next week that pits former friends and confidantes against each other. I think that Roger’s lawyers are smart enough to know that in the court of public opinion they’ll have a split decision about whether crusty gauze pads with Roger’s DNA means that he juiced. But in the real courts, the utility of things that can’t be certified as being locked in a hermetically sealed vault for years will not help Brian McNamee’s credibility. The person Clemens should fear is Andy Pettitte. He’s credible, has no motive to lie about his friend, or former friend at this point and if he has any insight that helps the fickle finger of fate point at Roger, the Rocket might lose in both courts. All this while Shaq showed up in the owner’s box in Phoenix last night and pointed to his finger to show the folks where the Championship ring will fit once he gets on the court with the team. Seems to me, it was less than 9 months ago that one Roger Clemens did practically the same thing in Yankee Stadium when the faithful thought they’d be on the super highway to the World Series. How did that work out? Oh yeah, it was a bust.
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The Paula vs. little brother Bowl
My brother and I root for different teams in every sport. We weren’t separated at birth but we took different forks in the road that led to rivalries. As little kids growing up in New Jersey, close to Manhattan, we were in alignment on the football and baseball teams since our Dad ruled the channels on the TV until we got a second one. Dad was a Yankees and NY football Giants fan. He wasn’t much for basketball and my brother and I used to use the second set in our basement to watch Wide World of Sports on Saturdays which would feature NBA contests. ABC would also show Sunday games but there weren’t as many franchises in the NBA so for ratings purposes they chose the most popular. At that time the Lakers and Celtics were the glamour franchises. It took the Knicks a while to catch on around the country despite their success locally in the early 70’s. I loved the Celtics with Red Auerbach and his cigars that reminded me of my Dad. My brother loved the Lakers with Jerry West and Elgin Baylor.
After he moved to Boston to go to college all that changed; he changed. He ended up staying there after school, got married, got a job and had a family. He was now a Bostonian and the Sox and Patriots were his teams. I remember his oldest kid saying the name of the Pats’ aging quarterback, Steve Grogan, even before he could say much more. Of course he pronounced it “Gogan” not Grogan since he was 2 at the time. The Celts became my brother’s team as well. We were still in agreement on that and shared our love for Red and his band of merry men. But I never stopped rooting for the Yanks and Giants despite my own relocation out here to So Cal. In an about face, since I could actually get tickets to games out here that were always unavailable in NY, I could go see the Lakers. I became a Lakers diehard and thus a complete sibling rivalry resumed. I spanned the country with my Lakers, Yanks and Giants; he stayed local with the Sox, Pats and Celts.
The Sox-Yankees saga is well documented and it was ugly during baseball season; it still is. We love each other, talk all the time and talk sports trash unmercifully. But…it’s not the same in football between us. I have flown back East for all of the previous New England Super Bowls to be with my brother and exulted for him since the Giants weren’t their rivals or even in the same Conference; they never played each other in the Super Bowl so that made it OK. He was always happy for me during the Tuna/Phil Simms days and even through the 1991 loss to the Ravens. But this year is different. They are rivals this Sunday and I’m so sick of Pats mania I can’t stand it. We are sending each other articles via the Internet, pointing out stats, talking smack and loving every minute of it.
I just came back from Bo’s Cigar Lounge where I watch a lot of games out here and bought him 2 cigars: a fabulous one if the Pats win and a pretty mediocre one for when they lose. Notice I said “when they lose” and “if they win”. Big difference don’t you think? Guess who I’m rooting for and who I believe can pull it off? Are the odds and the Stars Wars “force” with me? Probably not, but I can see the stats and the underdog has at least beat the spread a third of the time over the years, when expected to lose by at least a touchdown. Last I saw the spread was 12. I think one third of the time is too big a number to be happenstance or coincidence. I’ll be in my Plaxico Burress jersey out here and my brother will be sitting on his coach without Pats clothing. We’ll have phones nearby to chronicle all big moments. What is great is that we adore each other and it is so important for us to share it. One of us will be happy and the other miserable. I’m the big sister so I’m supposed to want what’s best for him; not this weekend though. Go Giants!
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Revenge of the Nerds meets Return of the Jedi
Well, my G Men showed up and won in OT against the Packers when not many folks picked them to win outright, never mind beat the spread. So last weekend I was 2-0 for my picks and feeling real good about it all. But unfortunately we have a dead week between the Championship weekend and the Super Bowl; so stuff other than NFL games and stories are all the rage. I’ve chosen to write about a local story out here that will have national consequences for college football next season and for the foreseeable future: the new coaching staff at UCLA football.
Rick Neuheisel who snagged the job as head coach has gotten the boosters and administrators at the school to buy into the theory that he can produce a program that can vie for dominance in LA and the country by outshining and out recruiting Pete Carroll’s powerhouse USC team.
He started out by retaining the existing defensive coordinator, DeWayne Walker who had interviewed for the top spot and didn’t get it. Walker agreed to stay on to work for the guy who beat him out for the job and has a particular history with Carroll that is interesting. He was the first assistant coach hired by Pete when he landed at USC and left the school to go to the pros prior to returning to college but by that time Pete was the golden boy with national championship games under his belt so DeWayne went to arch rival UCLA.
The second person that Neuheisel hired was Norm Chow, newly fired from the NFL’s Tennessee Titans and previously famous for being the offensive coordinator at USC during the championship years. Chow developed Carson Palmer, Matt Leinart and (drum roll please) Reggie Bush. Prior to that Hollywood wonderland he worked at BYU and coached Ty Detmer and Steve Young at quarterback positions, both of whom won the Heisman Trophy; Young is now enshrined in the NFL Hall of Fame.
Recruiting high school athletes is the name of the game in college sports and Pete Carroll has had a huge advantage over anyone at UCLA; his program turns out winners and he is the toast of the town. But Norm Chow is the master, sort of like Yoda was in Star Wars. He is a quiet sort of guy who comes across as a professor type but he knows how to win. With his reputation and the guys he has mentored he will wow recruits who think he is the master of the Force.
Pete Carroll now faces two of his former guys, one of whom is just as famous as he and he better be a bit nervous. As the title of this piece says, Neuheisel has created the Revenge of the Nerds sprinkled in with the Return of the Jedi. Good for him and let the games begin.
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The Final Four for the NFL
Check out my last week’s picks here in this column to see that I ended the weekend at 2-2. Have you seen the cat that picks games on one of the morning ESPN talk shows? Its percentage is about the same as the experts so just call me Fluffy. But seriously folks….I like the fact that I picked 2 upsets and nailed 1. But more importantly for me, there WERE 2 upsets in a weekend that until recently has gone by the line of the favorites at home. Indy took a dive down the hole it seems to be most comfortable: having a week off, not going to Cabo and losing. And make no mistake about it, they lost it. The vaunted defense leaked like a bad faucet when it counted; like when Sproles was racing down the sideline or when Billy freaking Volek converted a big third down pass and then executed a QB sneak into the end zone. Bob Sanders couldn’t get his guys to stop a back -up who hasn’t started a game in a few years?
And then there was Seattle vs. Green Bay in the snow. Ryan Grant fumbles, then fumbles again but comes back like a super hero in a comic book to run for more than 200 yards and be comforted by Big Daddy Favre. He was heard to say that the kid shouldn’t worry about early mistakes in a big game about which he knows a lot. I’d say. But again I ask, where was the Seattle running game which should have been able to crank out at least 100 yards?
The New England/Jags game was exciting for a half and then it was mesmerizing as Tom Brady set new standards for cool, calm, collected and accurate. Holy spiral Batman! In the meantime, The Jags were able to measure themselves against the cream of the crop and saw that they weren’t that far down the pole. With their running game and quarterback, if they go out and get one or two wide receivers that break a game open they will be dangerous.
My favorite game of the weekend…..of course, was the humiliation of the Cowboys by my G-Men. Whether it was Toomer showing what he’s got to Eli magically not making mistakes it was a great win but one that made me sweat til the last ball was thrown. Dallas looked sloppy on offense with routes that didn’t pan out and Romo got pissed off when the Giants D finally got in his face. Hey Tony: that’s what defenses are supposed to do and you should learn when to throw the ball away rather than take sacks that hurt your team. Now go console yourself with Jessica.
This week, I’m sticking with my G-Men although if they lose I hope they give the Packers everything they can take and lose only as a result of a miracle by the revivalist preacher who heals the lame (named Favre). Will it be cold? Duh….it’s Wisconsin in January and I am so sick of talking about whether the players will wear long sleeves on their jerseys that it seems like Sex and The City’s obsession with high heels.
I am picking the Pats vs. the Chargers just because they are a superior team on a regular basis. Do the Chargers have weapons to take the game? Sure they do but New England has more and knows how to use them. Combine that with the Randy Moss mess that will unite them against a common enemy: some lawyer who decided to try and screw with Randy’s head days prior to this big game, and you might have a blow out. OK kids, as the crying baby known as TO said last week; get your popcorn ready.
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