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To Superbowl Sunday

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Feb. 3rd, 2002 | 10:43 pm
mood: tiredtired
music: Ricky Martin and Christina Aguilera -- Nobody Wants to Be Lonely

10 Super Bowls ago, the Super Bowl was held in the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome in Minneapolis, MN. I was 9 years old, and I was there. On the astroturf. Not for the game, of course -- the game I was watched at my first bonafide superbowl party on a giant screen somewhere out in the far suburbs of Minneapolis. It was an after-party for performers in the Super Bowl XXVI Pregame Show.

It feels weird to think of that as being 10 years ago. Weird to think of that as my first "real" audition. The first bullet on my resume, unless I count the fundraising commercial I was in when I was six.

I was a busy child.

And somehow, it seems a lot more impressive that I was in any way affiliated with a Super Bowl at one time now than it seemed back then when I was just one of 3 hundred little girls dressed as orphans dancing to "It's a Hard Knock Life."

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