Plus, when I went to Dewey's Pizza to pick up a "Green Lantern" that I had phoned in for, when I said "Pizza for Eddy?," she looked up and down her electro-call sheet and her blond ski-bunny brow furrowed, disconsolately.
Me: "It was a 13-inch Green Lantern..."
"Oh!," says she, "we had the last name as Webby..."
WEBBY!
Another amazing omen for America, much more important than some AXE-looking blockhead throwing for 316 yards.
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