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[the_gneech]

"Howard Cosell was a lawyer before he became a sportscaster," Greg said.

"Oh God, no," said Brigid. "Don't do this to me."

"It's true! He got his degree from the New York University school of law. He also served in World War II, attaining the rank of Major in the Transportation Corps, but it was his analytical and intellectual approach to sportscasting that made him such a ground-breaking figure."

"Really."

"Really! He was known as 'the Edward R. Murrow of sports' -- pretty prestigious! Alas, he was taken from us in 1995 by a heart embolism. But his legacy lives on!"

"My fascination knows no bounds."

Greg pursed his lips. "Have you no curiosity?" he demanded. "I suppose you're not interested in Vinko Bogataj, either."

"Vinko who's-a-whatsis?"

"Vinko Bogataj. The 'agony of defeat' guy."

Brigid pinched the bridge of her nose and scrunched her eyes closed. "Go away, Greg," she said. "Go away. You give my brain PMS. Go away before it gets cramp."

"Fine, fine," said Greg with injured bravado. "I'll go. But someday you'll be playing Trivial Pursuit, and wish you had listened to me!"

-The Gneech

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