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Still here

I saw some clips yesterday of the New England Patriots rally at Foxboro Stadium, just before the team went down to Atlanta to prepare for next week’s Super Bowl game. There was video of Tom Brady addressing the thousands of fans there, shouting over and over through the microphone, “WE’RE STILL HERE! WE’RE STILL HERE!” I was little caught off guard and out of context. “Okay,” I thought, “if you’re still here, then I suggest you get on the bus to the airport so that you can be over there.” Then I realized, now I get what you mean. Don’t be so literal-minded, Mike. And I realized it applied to us as well.

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