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World Cup? What World Cup?


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Look, as big a hoopla as there is about the World Cup, one doesn't drink out of it.  Nobody ever punted the World Cup into a swimming pool, or took it to an establishment where women disrobe, or baptized their child in it .  I bet most of you don't know what it even looks like - I sure as hell don't.

But tonight Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals is being played, a remarkable event due to the fact that the Edmonton Oilers were all but written off just last week.  I bet my buddy Young Cheese is losing his head right now. 

So the most recognized trophy in the world now rests upon one game, winner take all. 

Go Oil.


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