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Saturday, November 12, 2005

Sure, It's Only A Game... Back atcha - to the Nancy family:   Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly.   "Becky my darling" he whispered.   "Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk."   He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess."   "There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky. "Everything's all right, go to sleep."   "No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I... I have been a Michigan Fan all of my life!"   "I know sweetheart," whispered Becky, "let the poison work."   5:45:50 PM    Speak to me! []  TrackBack  []