Not paying much attention to pro football, I'm afraid I didn't make plans to do the Superbowl thing this year, which is more or less heresy for half my family. I turned on the TV and glanced at the score during the early fourth quarter, with five points separating the teams, which of course meant it would be a fun game to watch. But I moved on. I flicked down a few channels and saw part of Grease: You're The One That I Want, and started having all sorts of flashbacks to the fun I had doing the spring high school musicals of my high school years: Brigadoon, The Sound of Music, South Pacific, and Fiddler On The Roof. (Townsperson, Kurt von Trapp, The Professor, and Motel Kamzoil, if you must know.) Tons and tons of fun. But then I started having flashbacks of how poorly I listened while singing back then, and my tendencies to start rush. So I turned off those flashback real quick. Super Bowl Sunday?: it's really about grading.
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