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My bedtime was hip 9:30, but every Monday night during football season I’d tune in to watch Al Michaels, Frank Gifford, Dan Dierdorf and whatever two teams were battling it out. I can still see images from those MNF games in my head. I’d hid under the covers, the glow of my lil’ TV emanating in the dark, watching those games until I fell asleep (usually with the TV on). I miss hip those nights, and I suppose by extension those better times.  [Actually, that’s not true. At this point in my life, I have a good job, live it up hip in NYC, and am adored by tens, possibly dozens, of people. Back then, my parents were going through a terrible divorce, I was disregarded by many of my peers because I could do things like "read" and "multiply", and I beat up my brother almost daily so that he’d go to the store and use the food stamps that we had, since I was too embarrassed to use them.
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