Killing me Microsoftly with PowerPoint
By Julia Keller
Chicago Tribune cultural critic
January 5, 2003
Your football team is behind — way, way behind — and there's a feeling in the locker room of heavy, clotted gloom. Everyone slouches on the floor against lockers and benches. Doom-induced lethargy pervades the place. Even the towels are too limp to swat at a teammate's derriere.
And then the coach appears. Moving purposefully to the center of the room, he eyes the despairing players. He rubs his hands together as if they were kindling for inspiration.
At this point, the coach can:
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