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Who. !-ing. DAT.

It's not even my team. And yet. I'm not ashamed to say I was blubbering like a hospital scene in a Mexican soap opera. They say the sign of maturity is when you're able to be happy for others - well, I have never been this happy for the outcome of a Super Bowl in my entire hyperventilating life, including the Redskins' last win in 1991-92. CHA CHING!!!! WHO DAT! WHO DAT! WHO DAT SAY GON BEAT DEM SAINTS!!!!

Posted by Stagger Lee on February 7, 2010 9:56 PM |

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