I can say just one thing about it. Back in about seventh grade, I was really into the Swedish band Europe. Well, everybody liked them back then. They had that killer song, "The Final Countdown." So anyway. Of course I really wanted to see the band on TV. And then there was Eurovision. For some reason—I still have no idea why—I was absolutely convinced that Sweden would obviously be represented by Europe. I mean, who else could it be? Europe was the coolest Swedish band around. So I sat down to watch. And Sweden performed right near the very end. Second to last, basically. And like an idiot, I stayed up until two in the morning. My eyes were closing. I was dying to sleep. On the screen, all these hideous freaks kept spinning around. It was painful to watch them. But I waited. Because I was sure my patience would be rewarded with a great performance by Europe, with the lead singer happily whipping his long hair around and twirling the microphone stand. And of course, Sweden was represented by some two blonde bimbos. I was so shocked and offended that I still haven't really liked Eurovision since. I didn't watch the whole thing all the way through again until last year.
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