Word: wwf
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Before Christina Rosenberger, my fellow WWF reporter, and I leave for the Fleet Center, my editor pulls me aside. "I swear she's gonna get jumped," he warns. Yeah--I think--she doesn't know what she's getting herself in to. Suddenly, I feel a little cockier about this venture. Satisfied with my newly appointed role as The Protector, I sense some of my Harvardfeebleness melting away. I'm ready for some SmackDown...
Tickets in hand, Christina and I battle through the hordes of WWF fans who are waiting in the lobby of the Fleet Center. I stop for a minute to examine my ticket. We're seated in the FIRST ROW?! Ring side seats! This is getting better every minute. My excitement's cut short by an impatient gray-haired woman in a WWFshirt, who tells me to get my ass moving. I obediently pick up the pace. _Ok, now I know Harvard's sissified me--some little old lady is pushing me around...
After navigating through a riotous crowd wearing an obscene amount of WWF paraphernalia, we enter the arena and take our seats. We are about five feet from the edge of the ring. I smile at Christina. She smiles back nervously. The lights go out. Let the ass-kickin' begin...
...snoozed through the State of the Union, or maybe you were watching WWF Smackdown on UPN instead. Here's the lowdown: at 89 minutes, it was the longest personally delivered State of the Union speech ever. (In 1946, Harry Truman sent his 25,000-word message to be read by a clerk. It took more than three hours.) Clinton spoke 9,298 words at 104 words per minute, a leisurely pace compared with his 9,375-word, 116-words-per-minute marathon in 1995, delivered in 81 minutes. The 2000 address received a record 119 ovations. Not one Supreme Court...
...video, pencil neck. And you can tell those leotarded WWF sissies that the Wild Man from the Desert Sand is coming after them...