I'm somewhere in week three of Concerta, and week 500 (or so it feels) of job hunting. Concerta's been helping a lot. I don't even know where to begin; I feel calmer and more clear-headed and far more productive. Little things aren't bothering me like they used to, and if I stay on top of taking it early (like 7am) it doesn't affect my sleep schedule.
When I last saw Sommi he confirmed that it doesn't have rollover effects, and that I can skip it on days that I don't need it. Since I don't mind being a scatterbrain when it's a weekend and it doesn't matter if I get everything done on a certain schedule (And since they're over $3/pop. That adds up fast when you're living on a dwindling savings account and EI hasn't kicked in yet.), I skipped them Saturday and Sunday of last weekend.
I also know that dependency is a threat, and the biggest issue is that things that formerly were pleasurable or exciting won't be that way sans drugs. I was at the Lions game on Sunday, and there was no shortage of cheer or excitement in this girl, so I'm fine so far. I think/hope.
But last Monday and Tuesday were horrible. I felt completely stressed out and disorganized, and it culminated with an awful night at the clinic Tuesday evening. I don't know if it was related to taking the weekend off of Concerta, but for now I'm going to stick with taking it daily for a few weeks before trying a couple days off again. I'm also on a temporary leave of sorts from the clinic for a few weeks. Two hours of volunteering shouldn't be the most stressful part of my week, and some things need to get fixed there before I return.
One of the weird things I've noticed is that I sing or hum all the time. I always sing a lot, like in the car or in the shower, and I often hum when I'm stressed. But this is like all day long every day. Did I always do this and never notice? Or is this new? I have no idea.
Job hunting... well, nothing yet. Still frustrated at the lack of responses (and interviews, and offers), but it's a tough market right now and there's nothing I can do but keep trudging on. I'm investigating a couple of different school options so that I have a backup plan if September rolls around and I still haven't found any sort of meaningful work.
I really want to be working though; I need to put this education to use. I also desperately need a new(er) car, and I need to get out of mom and dad's house and hair. While education is something worth going into debt for, I'd rather it be something I choose to do, rather than feel that I'm forced into doing it because my current education isn't netting me any gigs.
I turn 25 on Sunday. Part of me is excited because hey, birthdays are cool, and I've got an away Lions game and a Rihanna concert to keep me entertained. I keep wanting to freak out because "25" makes me think things like "boyfriend" and "moved out" and "career" and I don't have any of those things happening in my life. When I look at my friends and what they've got going on, all those things are in there and more, like marriage and dogs and car payments.
But I have to remember what I do have going on for me as 25 approaches. I've got 15 countries under my belt, six of which were on a long solo trip. While it's no doctorate, I do have a respectable education from a reputable college, and a bucketload of useful experience to go with it. I've got a good family (that loves me despite all my flaws), incredible friends that I can always depend on, and it's summertime and football season. Really? Life isn't all that bad.
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Exciting things that happened this week!
This was a week of firsts.
I experienced something I've been moderately (and unjustifiably) hateful of for some time now.
1) The Snuggie.
I take it all back. You are soft and warm, and even though you're a little bit staticky I'm still really into you. Literally.
2) Waking up in a Snuggie.
Thank you Jenn, I owe that one all to you.
3) New Snuggie-based projects.
I'm going to make a Lions Snuggie for this season. There was even talk of an orange three-person Snuggie for Jenn, Doug and I. Doug doesn't know about it yet, and Jenn pretended she wasn't super excited about that idea, but I know better.
4) Pho.
I've finally tried pho! And it was super delicious! It's like I live in Vancouver or something. And I managed to eat the entire bowl without having to ask for a fork. Gold star for me.
5) I fell in love with Jim's new beagle puppy, Barnaby.
Not to be confused with Burnaby. Having a tiny puppy asleep on your chest while he twitches and whimpers because he's dreaming is probably the cutest thing ever. And I am an expert on cute things, so you can rest assured that this is an accurate statement.
6) I won (another) contest!
My reign as queen of the radio contest isn't up yet, as I scored a pair of tickets to Rihanna at GM Place. ON MY BIRTHDAY!
And the most exciting thing that happened this week...
7) I was asked to MC Nicole and Nathan's wedding!
And oh boy, am I excited! So I get to play makeup artist the morning of the wedding, and then I get to spend all night on a mic. I'm so excited about it you'd think I were the one getting hitched or something.
Mistress of Ceremonies. I like it. Only 278 days to go!
I experienced something I've been moderately (and unjustifiably) hateful of for some time now.
1) The Snuggie.
I take it all back. You are soft and warm, and even though you're a little bit staticky I'm still really into you. Literally.
2) Waking up in a Snuggie.
Thank you Jenn, I owe that one all to you.
3) New Snuggie-based projects.
I'm going to make a Lions Snuggie for this season. There was even talk of an orange three-person Snuggie for Jenn, Doug and I. Doug doesn't know about it yet, and Jenn pretended she wasn't super excited about that idea, but I know better.
4) Pho.
I've finally tried pho! And it was super delicious! It's like I live in Vancouver or something. And I managed to eat the entire bowl without having to ask for a fork. Gold star for me.
5) I fell in love with Jim's new beagle puppy, Barnaby.
Not to be confused with Burnaby. Having a tiny puppy asleep on your chest while he twitches and whimpers because he's dreaming is probably the cutest thing ever. And I am an expert on cute things, so you can rest assured that this is an accurate statement.
6) I won (another) contest!
My reign as queen of the radio contest isn't up yet, as I scored a pair of tickets to Rihanna at GM Place. ON MY BIRTHDAY!
And the most exciting thing that happened this week...
7) I was asked to MC Nicole and Nathan's wedding!
And oh boy, am I excited! So I get to play makeup artist the morning of the wedding, and then I get to spend all night on a mic. I'm so excited about it you'd think I were the one getting hitched or something.
Mistress of Ceremonies. I like it. Only 278 days to go!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Home, sweeeeeet beautiful home!
After being away for nearly three months, home brings many realizations with it.
1. I own a shit-tonne of stuff.
The amount of stuff that I have crammed into my >10’x14’ room is borderline unbelievable. Couple that with the basement crawlspace, one section of which is devoted entirely to housing all the things I’ve accumulated over the last handful of years in anticipation of moving out.
Much of the things are home things, like decorative stuff, art, and textiles. In this way, I’m totally my mother’s daughter, and a textbook Cancer.
I’m not, however, my mother’s daughter in that there is absolutely no cohesion to any of the things I own. At all.
If something meets any one of the following criteria, I will buy it:
-if it’s a bright colour
-if it’s many bright colours
-if it’s black, white or grey
-if it’s silver
-if it’s gold
-if it’s shiny or sparkly
-if it’s glass
-if it's metal
-if it's wood
-if it's old
-if it’s an interesting conversation piece
-if it would look nice on a bookshelf
-if it’s a miniature version of something
-if it’s an oversized version of something
-if it would be fun to take to a party
-if it’s BC Lions merchandise
This theme continued while travelling, and of the above list only one criterion did not come into play while abroad, which is obviously the Lions criterion.
So what did I do?
I bought Olympiacos stuff instead.
So now I’m tasked with finding homes or storage for all the new things I’ve brought home. The biggest undertaking will be for the smallest items, as I bought a royal inheritance worth of jewelry and I have no idea where it’s all going to live. But hey, I’m unemployed! I have time for stuff like this now.
When I finally do move out, I’m going to have go the museum route: paint the walls stark white, throw everything in, and pretend that I meant for everything to be completely disconnected from everything else. It's art.
2. I have a shit-tonne of clothes.
And oh boy, am I excited for them! After three months of one pair of jeans, one cardigan, one sweater and a rotation of a half dozen t-shirts and three scarves, I’m ready to be a real girl again. Wearing the same dozen pairs of underwear for 80 days is a travesty. And when you’re gallivanting around the planet, seeing how much amazing stuff there is out there, your boring clothes make you feel extra boring. I don’t like feeling boring.
3. I am not very good at planning.
I had intended for all my laundry to be washed, folded and put away before my departure. As I quickly ran out of time before I left, things like normal adult responsibilities got shoved aside.
But seeing as how I was employed then, and I am unemployed now, it’s not like I don’t have the time to do it all now! So I guess I am good at planning.
4. Dogs are jerks.
I'm gone for nearly three months (4.8 dog years to be exact), and Jack is more excited to see my dad than me.
Edit: 80 days is not 4.8 dog years, it's 1.53. How I screwed that up so badly is beyond me. But still, more than a year? And all he did was sniff my shoe.
5. Bacon is no more delicious after not eating it for three months.
Because bacon was already at maximum delicious, that's why.
6. Your own bed is so amazingly luxuriously comfy after a three month absence.
Seriously. It was heaven.
1. I own a shit-tonne of stuff.
The amount of stuff that I have crammed into my >10’x14’ room is borderline unbelievable. Couple that with the basement crawlspace, one section of which is devoted entirely to housing all the things I’ve accumulated over the last handful of years in anticipation of moving out.
Much of the things are home things, like decorative stuff, art, and textiles. In this way, I’m totally my mother’s daughter, and a textbook Cancer.
I’m not, however, my mother’s daughter in that there is absolutely no cohesion to any of the things I own. At all.
If something meets any one of the following criteria, I will buy it:
-if it’s a bright colour
-if it’s many bright colours
-if it’s black, white or grey
-if it’s silver
-if it’s gold
-if it’s shiny or sparkly
-if it’s glass
-if it's metal
-if it's wood
-if it's old
-if it’s an interesting conversation piece
-if it would look nice on a bookshelf
-if it’s a miniature version of something
-if it’s an oversized version of something
-if it would be fun to take to a party
-if it’s BC Lions merchandise
This theme continued while travelling, and of the above list only one criterion did not come into play while abroad, which is obviously the Lions criterion.
So what did I do?
I bought Olympiacos stuff instead.
So now I’m tasked with finding homes or storage for all the new things I’ve brought home. The biggest undertaking will be for the smallest items, as I bought a royal inheritance worth of jewelry and I have no idea where it’s all going to live. But hey, I’m unemployed! I have time for stuff like this now.
When I finally do move out, I’m going to have go the museum route: paint the walls stark white, throw everything in, and pretend that I meant for everything to be completely disconnected from everything else. It's art.
2. I have a shit-tonne of clothes.
And oh boy, am I excited for them! After three months of one pair of jeans, one cardigan, one sweater and a rotation of a half dozen t-shirts and three scarves, I’m ready to be a real girl again. Wearing the same dozen pairs of underwear for 80 days is a travesty. And when you’re gallivanting around the planet, seeing how much amazing stuff there is out there, your boring clothes make you feel extra boring. I don’t like feeling boring.
3. I am not very good at planning.
I had intended for all my laundry to be washed, folded and put away before my departure. As I quickly ran out of time before I left, things like normal adult responsibilities got shoved aside.
But seeing as how I was employed then, and I am unemployed now, it’s not like I don’t have the time to do it all now! So I guess I am good at planning.
4. Dogs are jerks.
I'm gone for nearly three months (4.8 dog years to be exact), and Jack is more excited to see my dad than me.
Edit: 80 days is not 4.8 dog years, it's 1.53. How I screwed that up so badly is beyond me. But still, more than a year? And all he did was sniff my shoe.
5. Bacon is no more delicious after not eating it for three months.
Because bacon was already at maximum delicious, that's why.
6. Your own bed is so amazingly luxuriously comfy after a three month absence.
Seriously. It was heaven.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The best Lions game ever! EVER!
Earlier this season, the best Lions game ever happened. For me, anyway.
The Lions were taking on the Roughriders on Friday August 7th. For those of you that don't speak CFL, this is a pretty big rivalry. Riders fans are some of the nuttiest fans in the CFL and they invade the dome like it's their own. These games are hands down my favourite to attend.
Since I live an hour away from Vancouver, my drinking at football games is typically kept to a minimum as I have to drive. Not this night! I'd already parked my car at Nate & Nicole's that morning as they were throwing a surprise birthday party for a friend, and my plan was to Skytrain to their place post-game. Knowing I could crash there, the Booze Train left the station early. And by that I mean that I downed two 24s of Corona at work before 5pm.
Jenn, Doug and I pregame with a little dinner and a lot of drinks at Shark Club. They're handing out post-game party passes (no line, no cover) and we snag a few. Apparently the host George and the bouncer, whose name is still unknown to this day, love me, and I have no idea why.
Get to BC Place and while we're walking the concourse to our section a guy from SportsAction stops me.
SportsAction Dude: "Do you want to be Fan of the Game?"
Me: "Fuck yes I do!"
And before he can even explain what this actually involves I've snatched the field pass from him and stuck it on my jersey. Jenn and Doug head to our seats, and I head to the field with SportsAction Dude.
What does being Fan of the Game entail? During the first commercial break in the game, they interview you on the field and ask who your two picks are; one for the game that night (BC, obviously), and the other for the game the following day (Calgary vs Winnipeg, and I picked Calgary, which didn't sit well with Jenn's dad the diehard Bombers fan). This entire minute+ long interview is up on the Jumbotron and I am beyond stoked to see my drunk face stretched out to 40ft tall. Then they give you the SportsAction ticket with your picks, which is worth $20 and in my case could net me up to $45 in winnings.
Wrap up the on-field stuff, head back up to the concourse and SportsAction Dude gives me three Lions shirts, one each for me, Jenn and Doug. I grab a couple of beers and head to my seat.
So there's this douchebag that sits behind us, and I have no idea why he even comes to the games because he is beyond miserable even when we win. He starts giving me a hard time about why I got to be FOTG and he hasn't, despite him having been a season ticket holder for ten years. Uhhh... maybe it's your garbage personality? Let's see, we've got the bubbly smiley blonde rocking eyeblack and tons of Lions gear, or we have grumpy dude who looks like he might cut himself if the Lions fumble again. Who would you pick?
Regardless, knowing he's pissed off just makes it even sweeter.
Cut to halftime. I have no idea what the score is at this point, but I think we were winning, and I know I was happy. After catching a little hell from Papa Roy for picking the Stamps over the Bombers, I go to meet up with Carla. This is the first time I've met her and she's a Riders fan. Regardless, she's awesome, equally if not more drunk than I am, and I like her. I think our initial conversation involved a lot of yelling, not a lot of communicating. Also, she has a friend in tow who IS ALSO NAMED SAM ANDERSON! How great is this! I yell about how great this is.
Carla's wearing a green shirt with yellow lettering: NOT EVERYTHING IS FLAT IN SASKATCHEWAN. And since her boobs are about three times the size of mine, the lettering's stretched right out. I like her more. I think I yell about how much I love her shirt, and she yells about drinking, and then we yell about going back to our seats to watch the game. Getting more beer was probably involved. Several people high-five me as they've recognized me as Fan of the Game.
Fastforward to end of game: we won! We know a bunch of people at the game, and we all head to Shark Club. While we're walking there, even more people recognize me as Fan of the Game! If you haven't caught on yet, I love recognition. And high fives. We had four party passes from that day and three VIP passes that George the host that loves me had given to me before, so seven passes total. We've got about a dozen people to get in, and for some reason this isn't an issue. I never get in anywhere without waiting, so needless to say I am stoked. I hug George several times for being so nice to me and my friends.
We get parked at a table at the back, which I'm not happy about, because everytime I do a stroll through the bar I get more high fives. This is solved by repeatedly leaving the table to collect high fives. Turns out every person (slight exaggeration, but probably at least 30 people) at Shark Club saw me on the Jumbotron! Table at the back quickly turns from we-got-shafted to we-got-the-best-fucking-table-in-the-house when the Lions show up and fill the room next to us. Soonafter I'm getting yelled at by someone. It's Glover, and because I'm wearing his jersey he needs to come say hi. This is one more reason why I love this team: would a Canuck ever stop you because you were wearing their jersey? Doubt it.
Carla calls me, and she's trying to find Shark Club. Her friends are gone (I can't remember where to, or maybe she didn't know) and she's on her own. I go tell George to keep an eye out for her. He tells me they're full and he can't get anyone else in. I pout and call Carla back.
"Dude, they told me no more people, I dunno if you'll get in."
"No, it's ok!! They let me in because of my shirt!!"
Boobs + shirts about boobs will get you everywhere.
So the Lion that I went on a couple of dates with earlier this year is also there, and I probably should have just ignored him. Instead I attack him with a hug and lots of Ohhhhhhh my goooood it's soooooo good to see yoooooou!!s and make it so that I have no option to ignore him. And despite the fact that he was injured and didn't play the game, I still congratulate him several times on his big win. Go team.
Later, he's pestering me with texts such as "Come see me" (I had just left where he was), "Where are you" (he knew where I was) and "Why you ignoring me" (I wasn't).
So the night goes on, and from what I remember it involved more yelling, more beer, more high fives, and more taunting Riders fans. We duck out shortly after 1pm to catch the Skytrain home.
What happens next is probably the best thing that could have possibly happened to me, as I didn't even know which Skytrain line I should take to Burnaby, let alone what bus I needed to take after that to get to Cole's house. The Lion calls.
"Why'd you leave?"
"To catch the Skytrain!!"
"Where are you?"
"Waiting for the Skytrain!!"
"No, I'll drive you. Where you at?"
"The Skytrain station!! Are you sure? Because if I miss this and you don't show up I'm screwed!"
"I'm driving over there."
"Really?!"
"Yes just get in the car."
And he's still driving Paris Jackson's car. I had previously lost my shit when Paris Jackson's car was parked in my driveway. Now I'm IN Paris Jackson's car!
So in typical Sam fashion I totally lose my cool. "Ohhhhh my god I can't believe I'm in Paris Jackson's caaaaaaaar yaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" Then I remebered whose company I'm in and try to smarten up. Probably didn't work well, but A+ for effort. The Lion drops me off at Nathan & Nicole's place. Summary of the next two hours: yelling for cheeseburgers, walking to Denny's, accidentally stealing cutlery, forgetting to pay my bill (thanks Nate!) and falling asleep on Dan's shoulder in the booth at Denny's, walking back to Cole's house, passing right the fuck out.
I wake up the next day, hungover as fuck, $45 richer since my second pick was right, and with the Best Lions Game Ever! under my lionhead belt buckle.
The Lions were taking on the Roughriders on Friday August 7th. For those of you that don't speak CFL, this is a pretty big rivalry. Riders fans are some of the nuttiest fans in the CFL and they invade the dome like it's their own. These games are hands down my favourite to attend.
Since I live an hour away from Vancouver, my drinking at football games is typically kept to a minimum as I have to drive. Not this night! I'd already parked my car at Nate & Nicole's that morning as they were throwing a surprise birthday party for a friend, and my plan was to Skytrain to their place post-game. Knowing I could crash there, the Booze Train left the station early. And by that I mean that I downed two 24s of Corona at work before 5pm.
Jenn, Doug and I pregame with a little dinner and a lot of drinks at Shark Club. They're handing out post-game party passes (no line, no cover) and we snag a few. Apparently the host George and the bouncer, whose name is still unknown to this day, love me, and I have no idea why.
Get to BC Place and while we're walking the concourse to our section a guy from SportsAction stops me.
SportsAction Dude: "Do you want to be Fan of the Game?"
Me: "Fuck yes I do!"
And before he can even explain what this actually involves I've snatched the field pass from him and stuck it on my jersey. Jenn and Doug head to our seats, and I head to the field with SportsAction Dude.
What does being Fan of the Game entail? During the first commercial break in the game, they interview you on the field and ask who your two picks are; one for the game that night (BC, obviously), and the other for the game the following day (Calgary vs Winnipeg, and I picked Calgary, which didn't sit well with Jenn's dad the diehard Bombers fan). This entire minute+ long interview is up on the Jumbotron and I am beyond stoked to see my drunk face stretched out to 40ft tall. Then they give you the SportsAction ticket with your picks, which is worth $20 and in my case could net me up to $45 in winnings.
Wrap up the on-field stuff, head back up to the concourse and SportsAction Dude gives me three Lions shirts, one each for me, Jenn and Doug. I grab a couple of beers and head to my seat.
So there's this douchebag that sits behind us, and I have no idea why he even comes to the games because he is beyond miserable even when we win. He starts giving me a hard time about why I got to be FOTG and he hasn't, despite him having been a season ticket holder for ten years. Uhhh... maybe it's your garbage personality? Let's see, we've got the bubbly smiley blonde rocking eyeblack and tons of Lions gear, or we have grumpy dude who looks like he might cut himself if the Lions fumble again. Who would you pick?
Regardless, knowing he's pissed off just makes it even sweeter.
Cut to halftime. I have no idea what the score is at this point, but I think we were winning, and I know I was happy. After catching a little hell from Papa Roy for picking the Stamps over the Bombers, I go to meet up with Carla. This is the first time I've met her and she's a Riders fan. Regardless, she's awesome, equally if not more drunk than I am, and I like her. I think our initial conversation involved a lot of yelling, not a lot of communicating. Also, she has a friend in tow who IS ALSO NAMED SAM ANDERSON! How great is this! I yell about how great this is.
Carla's wearing a green shirt with yellow lettering: NOT EVERYTHING IS FLAT IN SASKATCHEWAN. And since her boobs are about three times the size of mine, the lettering's stretched right out. I like her more. I think I yell about how much I love her shirt, and she yells about drinking, and then we yell about going back to our seats to watch the game. Getting more beer was probably involved. Several people high-five me as they've recognized me as Fan of the Game.
Fastforward to end of game: we won! We know a bunch of people at the game, and we all head to Shark Club. While we're walking there, even more people recognize me as Fan of the Game! If you haven't caught on yet, I love recognition. And high fives. We had four party passes from that day and three VIP passes that George the host that loves me had given to me before, so seven passes total. We've got about a dozen people to get in, and for some reason this isn't an issue. I never get in anywhere without waiting, so needless to say I am stoked. I hug George several times for being so nice to me and my friends.
We get parked at a table at the back, which I'm not happy about, because everytime I do a stroll through the bar I get more high fives. This is solved by repeatedly leaving the table to collect high fives. Turns out every person (slight exaggeration, but probably at least 30 people) at Shark Club saw me on the Jumbotron! Table at the back quickly turns from we-got-shafted to we-got-the-best-fucking-table-in-the-house when the Lions show up and fill the room next to us. Soonafter I'm getting yelled at by someone. It's Glover, and because I'm wearing his jersey he needs to come say hi. This is one more reason why I love this team: would a Canuck ever stop you because you were wearing their jersey? Doubt it.
Carla calls me, and she's trying to find Shark Club. Her friends are gone (I can't remember where to, or maybe she didn't know) and she's on her own. I go tell George to keep an eye out for her. He tells me they're full and he can't get anyone else in. I pout and call Carla back.
"Dude, they told me no more people, I dunno if you'll get in."
"No, it's ok!! They let me in because of my shirt!!"
Boobs + shirts about boobs will get you everywhere.
So the Lion that I went on a couple of dates with earlier this year is also there, and I probably should have just ignored him. Instead I attack him with a hug and lots of Ohhhhhhh my goooood it's soooooo good to see yoooooou!!s and make it so that I have no option to ignore him. And despite the fact that he was injured and didn't play the game, I still congratulate him several times on his big win. Go team.
Later, he's pestering me with texts such as "Come see me" (I had just left where he was), "Where are you" (he knew where I was) and "Why you ignoring me" (I wasn't).
So the night goes on, and from what I remember it involved more yelling, more beer, more high fives, and more taunting Riders fans. We duck out shortly after 1pm to catch the Skytrain home.
What happens next is probably the best thing that could have possibly happened to me, as I didn't even know which Skytrain line I should take to Burnaby, let alone what bus I needed to take after that to get to Cole's house. The Lion calls.
"Why'd you leave?"
"To catch the Skytrain!!"
"Where are you?"
"Waiting for the Skytrain!!"
"No, I'll drive you. Where you at?"
"The Skytrain station!! Are you sure? Because if I miss this and you don't show up I'm screwed!"
"I'm driving over there."
"Really?!"
"Yes just get in the car."
And he's still driving Paris Jackson's car. I had previously lost my shit when Paris Jackson's car was parked in my driveway. Now I'm IN Paris Jackson's car!
So in typical Sam fashion I totally lose my cool. "Ohhhhh my god I can't believe I'm in Paris Jackson's caaaaaaaar yaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" Then I remebered whose company I'm in and try to smarten up. Probably didn't work well, but A+ for effort. The Lion drops me off at Nathan & Nicole's place. Summary of the next two hours: yelling for cheeseburgers, walking to Denny's, accidentally stealing cutlery, forgetting to pay my bill (thanks Nate!) and falling asleep on Dan's shoulder in the booth at Denny's, walking back to Cole's house, passing right the fuck out.
I wake up the next day, hungover as fuck, $45 richer since my second pick was right, and with the Best Lions Game Ever! under my lionhead belt buckle.
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