Hooray, it's Boxing Day!
For some people, the day after Christmas is a time to recover from the forced jollity -- and requisite binge drinking -- that comes from hanging out with relatives who want to know why you're wasting your life watching soccer until your eyes bleed. To them I say: You can have Jesus' birthday -- I worship at the altar of Boxing Day.
The BD tradition is every bit as proud as the NBA's Occupy X-mas Prime-time movement, with games almost as high-scoring. On Dec. 26, 1963, for ...
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