Who gives a crap. We don't play them until next year at the soonest. And all things considered, I don't look forward to that meeting any more than I did this one.
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My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
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