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That’s it. Hell has frozen over. Pigs are flying by my window. Molly is going to become a trained guide dog, the Bears are going to win the Superbowl, and Barack Obama is going to win the presidency. I am absolutely sure of it.
You see, this weekend, my father and I were engaged in another [...]

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And, for a change, I’m not talking about my job.
Who is responsible for getting that huge stage and thousands of screaming fans out onto the field during Superbowl halftime within two minutes of the end of the first half, and then getting everything and everyone off again and clearing the field of debris within about [...]

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