We Have Always Lived in the Target Center

My name is not Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am 36 years old, exactly one year older than the Minnesota Timberwolves, and I live in Minneapolis with thousands of my brothers and sisters. I have often thought that with any luck at all we could see the Wolves parade down Nicollet Mall on a perfect early summer afternoon, because when I was six my dad took me to see Doug West and the T-Wolves beat the Charlotte Hornets and ever since then I’ve believed, but I’ve had to be content with what I have.

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This is the Michigan Broadcast Network

“All right, welcome back. 2:21 left to play here in Michigan Stadium. Michigan trailing 21-16 and driving, the Wolverines needing a touchdown to go ahead, a field goal won’t do it. Nineteen, even in these uncertain times, still less than twenty-one. Into Irish territory now, with a first down from the Notre Dame forty-two. Denard calling for quiet now as he approaches the line; 115,000-plus in Ann Arbor oblige.”

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Ernest Hemingway Reporting on Lionel Messi's Arrival in Paris

When I heard about the Argentinian named Messi arriving from Barcelona, I left early in the
morning and walked the riverbank, following the quais from the Île de la Cite past the Jardin des
Tuileries to a fishing spot under the shade of the Pont Mirabeau. I caught two carp off the wake
of a tourist riverboat, enough for Hadley and Bumby to enjoy for a supper fried in butter and
potatoes.

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