My Ride with Sven
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7:00 AM: I’m riding on the Marc to D.C
in front of Sven-Göran Eriksson: the ex-
England-and-now-Mexico football coach sits
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drowsing behind me (we’re facing
backwards toward Baltimore), and it
isn’t Sven but just a man who looks
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like him (he’s got Sven-Göran’s silver hair
and trademark silver-rimmed spectacles).
He detrains at New Carrollton before
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the Marc rolls down to Union Station,
glides down the escalator to his work
at the Social Security Administration.
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And I regret once again we can’t enjoy
comparing notes on the merits
of the England and Mexico teams.
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