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Thanks to Lynne Agress' commentary ("Legendary conversations," Feb. 8) that recalled the 1958 Super Bowl between the Baltimore Colts and the New York Giants, I was reminded of our experience that famous Sunday.

My husband, Tom, was a second-year student at the University of Virginia Law School. We were visiting Tom's parents in Baltimore that weekend, but had to head back to Charlottesville Sunday afternoon. With our year-old son, Todd, and bulldog, Rupert, we packed up the station wagon and headed southwest to Charlottesville.

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It was the 4th quarter when the reception started fading, and when it got to "Sudden Death," we pulled over before we lost reception completely. When the Colts scored the winning touchdown, we started screaming with delight, waking son and dog in the back seat and causing pandemonium! The wagon must have floated the rest of the way home on that Sunday that we will never forget!

Ajax Eastman, Baltimore

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