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             "He didn't say.  But  he  did say that the guy standing next to
        him got a hard on, just from looking at it; can you imagine that?"
             "When it comes to VietNam, I can imagine almost anything."
             We  have  taken  our place in the long line of cars on the ramp
        that leads down onto the stadium parking lot.  The  sleet  shows  no
        sign  of  abating; if  anything, it is getting worse.  Carl parks be-
        side a mauve Cadillac and a dingy van covered  with  Steeler  decals.
        We  wrap  ourselves  in  our ponchoes and find our way to the stands. 
        The seats are good ones, on the lower tier and near the  fifty  yard 
        line.   We  wipe  them clean of slush and sit down.
             "You know," he said, "I've been thinking about what that German
        guy said, that night up at Ron's."
             "He said a lot of things."
             "Don't get me wrong.  Hitler was a son of a bitch, but like the
        guy  said, was  he  that much more of a son of a bitch than a lot of
        the others?  Because even though he murdered I don't know  how  many
        Jews  and  Poles, how  about  all the Russians that Stalin murdered?
        But that didn't keep FDR and Truman from sitting down with him  like
        they  were old buddies, now did it?  I mean, who's kidding who?  And
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