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  1. So I was going to a boarding school in Exeter, New Hampshire and all the kids had their favorite sports teams. Having been born and raised in Arabia I had none and I began to think about adopting one. As a youngster I had followed the Red Sox and the Orioles in the box score, and "courz, there was the B's."- the Boston Bruins that we listened to on the radio. My siblings and I had been big Namath fans with the Jets. His book was called, "I Can't Wait Until Tomorrow Because I Keep Getting Better Looking Every Day" and one chapter was called, "Some of My Best Friends Are Arabs." Being from Arabia that moved us but fate was about to intervene. My sister went to college at the University of Pennsylvania in Philly for a couple of years and I'd visit her there. One time a bunch of kids from Arabia went out with my Dad to a restaurant in the Bellevue-Stratford Hotel. It was a roaring success and then he went off to bed as the rest of us headed out on the town. We ended up in a cab and the driver got such a kick out of us that when we got to the address of one of the kids' apartments he pulled the cab over, shut it down and came upstairs to smoke hashish with us. The whole evening was so classic that it went a long way to me picking Philadelphia as my sports town. It would eventually deliver with Dr. J and the 76ers but my favorite team was the Philadelphia Eagles. We went on losing - the only team in our division that hadn't won a Super Bowl although they had been mighty champions earlier in NFL history. All this didn't matter. Every year I was satisfied with various games. It was a great franchise. Then we got robbed by the New England Patriots in the Spygate Super Bowl that was every bit as odious as the Astros. This was the great crime and turned me into a devout hater of New England. But then, through the glory of an almighty God or Allah depending, we beat these same Patriots in a recent Super Bowl led by a backup quarterback named Nick Foles. One of the plays in that game has been immortalized with a statue in Philadelphia - another candidate for Most Philly Moment Ever. I could go on but let me just say that I would understand choosing this, but for me the winner will always be the night the cab driver shut off the meter and came upstairs and smoked hash with us. That's the evening I personally would call the most Philly evening ever. I came out of it hungover but with a sports hometown to call my own.

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  2. Try using paragraphs. Easier to read that way.

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    1. On some sites, if you hit "return," it posts. I think on this one, it's okay to hit "return" and just get, well, a return. If not, shift + return should not post. (I think.)

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    2. I added some indentations and a bunch of paragraphs but when I published it, it came out grouped differently. (See below.) No indentations and a couple of shorter sentences but then it just went back to all one block of text.

      I'll try just skipping a line in the future. See if that worked.

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  3. So I was going to a boarding school in Exeter, New Hampshire and all the kids had their favorite sports teams. Having been born and raised in Arabia I had none and I began to think about adopting one.
    As a youngster I had followed the Red Sox and the Orioles in the box score, and "courz, there was the B's."- the Boston Bruins that we listened to on the radio. My siblings and I had been big Namath fans with the Jets. His book was called, "I Can't Wait Until Tomorrow Because I Keep Getting Better Looking Every Day" and one chapter was called, "Some of My Best Friends Are Arabs." Being from Arabia that moved us but fate was about to intervene.
    My sister went to college at the University of Pennsylvania in Philly for a couple of years and I'd visit her there. One time a bunch of kids from Arabia went out with my Dad to a restaurant in the Bellevue-Stratford Hotel. It was a roaring success and then he went off to bed as the rest of us headed out on the town.
    We ended up in a cab and the driver got such a kick out of us that when we got to the address of one of the kids' apartments he pulled the cab over, shut it down and came upstairs to smoke hashish with us. The whole evening was so classic that it went a long way to me picking Philadelphia as my sports town. It would eventually deliver with Dr. J and the 76ers but my favorite team was the Philadelphia Eagles. We went on losing - the only team in our division that hadn't won a Super Bowl although they had been mighty champions earlier in NFL history. All this didn't matter. Every year I was satisfied with various games. It was a great franchise. Then we got robbed by the New England Patriots in the Spygate Super Bowl that was every bit as odious as the Astros.
    This was the great crime and turned me into a devout hater of New England. But then, through the glory of an almighty God or Allah depending, we beat these same Patriots in a recent Super Bowl led by a backup quarterback named Nick Foles. One of the plays in that game has been immortalized with a statue in Philadelphia - another candidate for Most Philly Moment Ever.
    I could go on but let me just say that I would understand choosing this, but for me the winner will always be the night the cab driver shut off the meter and came upstairs and smoked hash with us. That's the evening I personally would call the most Philly evening ever. I came out of it hungover but with a sports hometown to call my own.

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