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… riddled with inexplicable and elementary errors of law and fact

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The house always wins.

It’s always darkest before the other shoe drops.

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  2. 2.

    greg

    Not to nitpick, but wasn’t it 1997 when the Indians–or Native Americans for our leftist friends–lost to the Marlins?

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    mark

    And I was THIS close to getting you a gift from your wish list, Pittsburgh lover, and you had to remind me of last night.

    sigh

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    Johno

    Greg, nitpick away. It’s a link to my post, and therefore my idiot typo. That night in ’97, after the Indians coughed up the victory to Florida, I drank two 40s’ of St. Ides and crashed my K-Car into a mountainside. The resulting blackout seems to have scrambled my memory; which is what I was going for, but not enough to actually erase the memory of the loss. Just enough to make me get the date wrong.

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