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It’s your fault, husband. Here’s why. I grew up watching sports, even playing a few–poorly, I might add (Apparently, I have an “athletic build” but no hand/eye coordination.). I watched basketball in high school and remember America’s first Dream Team. I even have the jacket and the Wheaties box. Laminated. That’s right. Go MJ. GoContinue reading “To Obsessing Over Football”