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The final ticks of the clock were flashed on our television screen. The last spoonful of chili was long gone. We watched as the Lombardi Trophy was hoisted and some player declared he couldn’t wait to get himself to Disneyland (oh, right).
So ended another football season.
For me, the Super Bowl is always anticlimactic. The game is just like that last Christmas cookie. You know, the one that’s sitting all alone in the tin on top of the fridge.
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