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COPYRIGHT 2006 Fort Worth Star-Telegram
Byline: Gil Lebreton
Jun. 19--STUTTGART, Germany -- It was 9 a.m., my contact lenses felt as if I were wearing two potato chips on my eyes, and my head throbbed from a long night of trying to get back from Kaiserslautern. Foolishly, however, I turned on the TV. And there, blowing their usual whistles, honking their usual horns, all of them dressed in yellow or very little at all, were the Brazilians. This is their party, this soccer World Cup. This is their carnival. This is their chance to dance out onto the wing of the airplane, with a headdress full of bananas and pineapples, and show...
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