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Friday, February 17, 2006

The answer

It is, in fact, biathlon. Perhaps, living in a mostly gun-free culture, Europeans are strangely drawn to something like biathlon, in much the way I was drawn to bite my toast into the shape of a gun as a small child.

I'm much better now.


posted at 2:38 PM

1 Comments:

Blogger syp said...

I'm surprised you can't make a WWII/Hitler connection out of this - biathlon, WWII, fighting the Nazis in the snow...etc. I know you can do it.

February 21, 2006 1:40 PM  

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