A weird, wacky and wild Super Bowl
At about 8 o'clock Monday morning, I was leaving the Baltimore Ravens' team hotel when a condo-sized Baltimore Raven, whom I won't name, came stumbling back.
His exhausted tie hung sideways around his neck. He seemed to be wearing somebody else's suit jacket. His wife was dragging, and so was her hemline. They hadn't slept, seemed a little foggy as to what all had just happened, and were grinning like they'd just eloped.
Which seems the perfect metaphor for catching up ...
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