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I watched two rounds of Olympic boxing last night. I knew nothing about the fighters. I had the sound off. I told Max, "Man, this dude from the United States is just destroying this guy." At the end of the third round, the judges gave it to the other guy. I went down and Googled it. It appears I wasn't alone in my opinion. Boxing is crooked at every level.

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If you're not listening to Fr. John Riccardo, you're missing out. Then again, he relentlessly plays Matt Maher's "Shout of the King": a few minutes before each episode, a few minutes after each episode, in most of his commercials. I have no problem with Matt Maher, but that song has grated on me so much, I can't bring myself to listen to Riccardo any more. Fr. John, if you're reading this: It's the Year of Mercy! Show mercy! Change your theme song!!!!

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Twenty-five years with my bride today. Okay, she's not my bride and, to be honest, I kinda loathe it when husbands refer to their long-time spouses as "brides." I don't know why it bothers me, but it does. Thing is, Marie could pass as a bride. She's as pretty as she was when we first got married. Every guy says that out of obligation. I'm dead serious.

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I really like to watch sprinting. The 100M is the best ten seconds in sports. And Usain Bolt is the man. And he's Catholic.

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