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CURRENT ISSUE 11/11/03 Front Page Weekly Features Advice From Strangers Ain't That America? Globetrotting With Push Musing With Mitch Moth's Diary Info Previous Issues Crap Shop Who's at Fault? Contact Us! Aye, mateys! Get you some Daily Probe booty!	Globetrotting with Push With your host, Raji "Push" Pushparajah Nashville's Pleasant Fields This Sunday I had the wonderful opportunity to see my old friend, Miami Dolphins rookie lineman Wade Smith, who would be in town visiting his athletic colleagues on the Tennessee Titans. Wade informed that he would not have much time to see me, so he asked if I could meet him at the game. I found my way onto the very tranquil, almost meadow-like expanse of Tennessee's field and saw Wade lined up with his stout teammates. I immediately went over to say hello, but we were quickly interrupted by Tennessee defenseman Jevon Kearse, who apparently had a matter of great urgency to discuss with Dolphins quarterback Brian Griese. Wade tried his best to get out of Jevon's way, but I was not so fortunate. After tasting the hearty sod and trying to find my shoes, I got up and tried again to say hello to Wade. Soon, however, I noticed that there was a football at my feet, and before I could pick it up and inquire about who dropped it, I found myself at the bottom of a rather heavy pile of Wade's friends, all with hands just a bit too eager for my tastes. The medical facilities at Tennessee's arena are lovely, I must say, and the fellow in the large foam-rubber suit seemed to know his way around Ace bandages. Before you know it, I was making my way back to the field in a further effort to say hello to my old friend Wade. I raised my hand in a gesture of greeting, only to find that Brian Griese had thrown the ball to me. The Tennessee players seemed quite pleased with this turn of events and urged me to take my new-found possession for a stroll. They were quite insistent, and I soon found myself on the bottom of yet another pile of these solid fellows. My new physician informs me that I should be out in three to four weeks, but that I may be ready for the post-season. (Transcribed by Slick Sharkey)
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