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Narator: As the day began, none of us had any idea how hard it would be to go nine hours without hearing the outcome of the Super Bowl. I decided to work from home to avoid contamination by the outside world.

outcome Œ‹‰Ę contamination ‰˜‚ę

Barney: Hey, take this key and swallow it.

swallow –łđŒ‚ĹŽó‚Ż“ü‚ę‚é

Ted: What? No.

Barney: Come on, Ted, you eat salads. It'll be out by game time.

Ted: Lots more, no.

Barney: I'm not messing around, Theodore. I've got a lot of money riding on this game. If I don't handcuff myself to this radiator, I'll check the score. Please take the key.

mess around ƒuƒ‰ƒuƒ‰‚ˇ‚é ride on `‚É‚Š‚Š‚Á‚Ä‚˘‚é handcuff ‚ÉŽčů‚đŠ|‚Ż‚é

Ted: Fine. But only because you didn't think through a bathroom plan and I think that's funny.

Narator: The media blackout was particularly hard on Robin because, well, she was the media.

Robin: But unfortunately, the City won't be fixing the unusually large pothole any time soon, so buckle up if you're on the BQE. It's gonna be a bumpy one.

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Kevin: Like morning commutes needed to get any harder.

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Man: You're right, Kevin.

Kevin: Well, Robin, what do you say? I think it's time to check in with Sid for a sports update.

Robin: No!

Kevin: What?

Robin: No.

Kevin: But it's, uh, time for Sports.

Robin: No, it's not. It's time for Weather.

Kevin: We, we just did Weather.

Robin: Well, weather's pretty fickle, it may have changed. What's it doing out there, Lou?

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Lou: Pretty much the same thing it was two minutes ago. Back to you, Robin.

Kevin: Okay, now it's time for Sports.

Robin: No! Let's go to Traffic Todd in the Metro News 1 Gridlock Chopper.

Kevin: Robin, it's time for Sports! Over to you, Sid.

Over to you ‰ž“š‚Ç‚¤‚ź!

Sid: Thank you, Kevin and Robin. Let's talk about the Super Bowl.

Narator: Weeks earlier, Marshall had promised Lily he'd come into her kindergarten class for show-and-tell day.

Lily: And he's a little bit double-jointed... And his favorite animal is the Loch Ness monster.

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Marshall: Lily, how many times...? Nessie is a gentle creature. We're trying to stay away from terms like "Monster."

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Lily: Well, I think we can all agree, he is much more interesting than Sally's one-eyed goldfish. Three weeks in a row? Come on, Sally. Okay, well, that's all the time we have. Arts and crafts, everybody.

Doug: Hey. I'm Doug.

Marshall: Oh, hey, I'm Marshall.

Doug: Are you going to be staying here for the rest of day?

Marshall: Yeah, I'm actually trying to hide out 'cause I don't want to know who won the Super Bowl.

hide out ö•š‚ľ‚Ä‚˘‚é

Doug: I know who won.

Marshall: Oh, um, that's great, but I really don't want to know, so if you could just keep that to yourself.

Doug: How badly do you not want to know?

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Marshall: Excuse me?

Doug: Ten bucks.

Marshall: Are you serious?

Doug: Just went up to eight.

Barney: Unlock me, Ted. I've never gone this long without calling my bookie. He worries.

Ted: Not until game time.

Barney: Where are you going?

Ted: Pick up the hot wings.

Barney: What? How the hell are you planning on getting in and out of a sports bar without seeing the score? There's TVs everywhere.

Ted: Ah, don't worry. I got it all planned out. First of all I placed duct tape on a pair of sunglasses so I can only see out of two tiny holes. Next, I constructed blinders out of an old cereal box. Top it all off high-tech noise-reducing headphones I bought when Marshall and Lily first got back together and were doing it a lot. I call it the Sensory Deprivator 5000.

Ted: Hello! Uh, my name is Ted Mosby. I'm here to pick up my hot wings. In my hand, you'll find the exact total for the wings plus a generous tip. Please take the cash. Put the wings in my hand and I'll be on my way. Thank you!

Sid: And that closes the book on one heck of a Super Bowl. Back to you, Kevin and Robin.

heck of a ‚Ĺ‚Š‚˘A‚ˇ‚˛‚˘

Kevin: We'll be right back.

Man: And we're clear.

Robin: I'm sorry.

Woman: Um, Robin, is it just me, or were you doing something different there?

Robin: I haven't watched the game yet. I'm begging you, for the rest of the newscast there can't be any references to who won the Super Bowl. I mean, change the teleprompter. No team names, nothing specific.

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Woman: That is crazy. I can't do that.

Robin: My friend Mark passed away this week.

Woman: Okay, sweety okay. Okay, I'm so sorry.

Man: Back in five... four... three...

Robin: It's just so hard.

Ted: Ha! Who's the idiot now?! You said the Sensory Deprivator 5000 was stupid. But it totally worked! I couldn't see or hear anything happening around me. Right?! Right?! No...!

Narator: And if that weren't bad enough, I was about to have a horrible realization.

realization ŽŔŠ´

Ted: Where's the dipping sauce?.

Doug: The team that won, want to know what their name rhymes with?

rhymes ‰C‚đ“Ľ‚Ţ

Marshall: Come on, dude. You promised you'd stop if I ate all those crayons. Why are you doing this?

Doug: I'm in love with Miss Aldrin.

Marshall: Well, you can't have Miss Aldrin, she's mine.

Lily: Okay, now who did this?

Marshall: I did.

Doug: Does that mean Marshall gets a time-out?

Lily: Well, Marshall's a grownup, so...

Doug: When one of us breaks something, we get a time-out.

Lily: Sorry. Marshall gets a time-out.

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