Like it happened just last week, I remember walking into the sports bar around 9a.m. on a weekday; it had opened early for the special occasion. The place was packed, the noise at a high pitch when the game kicked off an hour later. Faces were painted. Flags waved. Uncle Sam was there. Two, actually.
Like it happened just last week, I remember walking into the sports bar around 9a.m. on a weekday; it had opened early for the special occasion. The place was packed, the noise at a high pitch when the game kicked off an hour later. Faces were painted. Flags waved. Uncle Sam was there. Two, actually.
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