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Sunday, Sept. 26, 2004 - 7:10 p.m.

Mom's Spidey-mobile

Spider-Man was never one of my favorite superheros, probably because he didn't have one of the two things that endeared me to superheros or television shows in my youth:

1. A cape.
2. A cool car.

If he had a car, though, I guarantee it wouldn't be a 2003 Subaru Forester.

I borrowed Mom's car yesterday because Dave was coming over to look at Casey's, so it would've been silly for me to take hers to the football game I was covering.

As I sat down in the driver's seat, all the windows already down from when Mom came home from the store that morning, I noticed a brown lump on the driver's door mirror. It was down in the little corner area where the mirror meets the door. A split second after discovering it, I realized it was a spider. One of those creepy, brown outdoor spiders that move faster than you'd think. I scoured the ground for a stick and flicked that thing off there, hearing it fall into the ivy and the leaves underneath.

Then I drove off to Asbury Park, the wind in my hair and the music loud enough to be heard over the wooshing air.

That's all I got. I just wanted to give Casey another spider story to tell.

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