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JENNIFER HUDSON to sing national anthem at Super Bowl...
...training, I turned to former Pittsburgh Steelers coach Bill Cowher, who won Super Bowl XL. Cowher explained that every great speech has to present players with a challenge, a plan to meet that challenge and an incentive for meeting that challenge. Then he retold the most effective speech he ever gave to a team. "When Christopher Columbus left and got on the boat, everyone told him not to go because the world is flat and he's going to fall off the face of the earth," began Cowher. I realized then that there is probably a good deal of history...
...started with seven-time Pro Bowler, NFL Network analyst and Super Bowl XXXIV winner Marshall Faulk. "It won't work on me," said Faulk before I even started. "I've never sat there and really paid attention to what was being said. If I'm playing in the Super Bowl, and I've dreamed about it as a kid, what's the inspirational speech for? It's like giving Barack Obama a speech right before the Inauguration. 'I'm going to get you motivated, Barack!' Are you serious?" This was not the inspirational speech a man needed before delivering...
...efficiently paid homage to the capital's various power centers. He did an interview at the Washington Post. He dined with leading conservative thinkers at George Will's suburban Maryland home. He rubbed elbows with his former colleagues on Capitol Hill, grabbed a bite at Ben's Chili Bowl and took a late-night tour of the Lincoln Memorial. He also paid quiet visits to both Arlington National Cemetery and Walter Reed Army Medical Center...
...Rome. Moshe, a Chabad representative, then arranged for me to eat with Rabbi Hazan. I had arrived at this home expecting a warm, Jewish welcome from my host family. Instead, there I was, staring into a room of confused strangers when all I’d wanted was a bowl of Matzah ball soup. Scrounging together bits of English, Hebrew, and Italian, I attempted to explain my intrusion. I was in my third week in Rome and the winding, cobblestone streets had left me lost and alone. I had spotted a few men sporting yarmulkes—traditional Jewish skullcaps?...