[PaulDexler]

I'm not a stick & ball game person myself, much to the disgust of my father, who played on his college baseball team. He was a native New Yorker, and could not fathom how anybody could get excited about cars. (He was a lousy driver, too.) Anyway, I was in Italy, in Milan, once when the Italian team won the European soccer championship. You couldn't hear yourself think for two days, as people roared around the city waving flags, screaming, blowing horns, and generally making as much noise as possible. It calmed down after a couple of days.
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