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Every year, Colleen and I make a bet about the Superbowl.  It’s not what you might think.  We pride ourselves on not even knowing who is playing, or even when, exactly, it will be played.  On the Monday after the revelries, we see how long we can go without finding out the results.  There are rules, however.   We can’t tell/remind/speak about the wager.  We can’t significantly change our daily routine (ie: if you listen to the radio, you gotta listen to your regular show).  You can’t do anything that would require you (in normal, polite society) to talk about the wager (for example, you can’t suddenly jump up and leave a conversation because you know where it’s headed).

I have gone three days before gaining this information in the past.  Not today.  I got up this morning at 6:00am.  I found out — TWICE — before 7:30am. Oh well, better luck next year…