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into the wrong hands, you will be needed here.”
    â€œWhat do you mean by the wrong hands?” I asked.
    â€œTerrorists, sir. Mentally disturbed persons. Unfriendly governments.”
    â€œI’m sorry!” I moaned. “Oh man, I messed up big time! How could I have been so stupid?”
    â€œWhat’s done is done, sir,” Agent Doe said. “Let’s just hope our team can recover the fumble.”
    I sat there sweating for a few minutes as the siren got farther away. Any idiot on the street could have picked up the suitcase and launched a bunch of nukes for the fun of it. Millions of people could die. I couldn’t breathe. Agent Doe paced back and forth. He wouldn’t look at me. I was afraid to look at him. Then his walkie-talkie beeped and he had it on his ear in a flash.
    â€œFumble recovered!” he shouted excitedly.
    I exhaled.
    â€œA janitor found it behind the podium, sir, and turned it over to the police.”
    â€œWe should give him a medal or something,” I suggested.
    â€œWouldn’t advise that course of action, sir. Better to keep this incident quiet. If word gets out that you misplaced the football, it will make you look bad. Nasty headlines have ended more presidencies than bullets.”
    In seconds, another Secret Service agent entered the Oval Office, carrying the brown briefcase. He handed it to me, saluted, and left without saying a word.
    â€œThis is of vital importance, sir,” Agent Doe said, staring intently at me. “The football must be with you at all times. It must go with you everywhere. It must be with you when you eat, when you sleep.”
    â€œI won’t let it out of my sight,” I promised.
    â€œGood,” Agent Doe said as he moved toward the doorway. “It has been a long day for you, sir, and you have a busy night ahead of you. I’m going to leave you alone now. I will be right outside the door if you need anything.”
    â€œThank you, Agent Doe.”
    â€œOh,” he said, picking up the box he had left on the shelf. “This is for you.”
    â€œYou didn’t have to get me a gift!” I said, embarrassed.
    â€œIt’s from the Defense Department, sir,” he said. “Bulletproof clothing.”
    â€œI’ve got to wear bulletproof clothes?” I asked, opening the box. The suit inside looked like a regular men’s suit but heavier and stiffer.
    â€œIt would be advisable, sir, for your protection.”
    â€œBulletproof underwear ?” I asked, holding up a pair of briefs. “Do you really think some lunatic’s going to try and shoot me in the butt?”
    â€œThey’ll probably try to shoot you in the head,” he replied. “But they might miss and hit you in the butt, sir.”
    The things a guy’s gotta do for his country! I thanked Agent Doe and walked him to the door.
    â€œAgent Doe,” I said, putting out my hand again to shake, “what do you think would have happened if the football fell into the wrong hands?”
    â€œSir, there are enough nuclear weapons in the world to incinerate it and leave it uninhabitable. Right now, half the planet could have been destroyed. Man has the power to destroy mankind.”
    â€œThank you, Agent Doe.”
    â€œYou’re welcome, President Moon.”
    I was exhausted, but my day wasn’t over yet. On the evening of the inauguration, the new president and First Lady have to attend a ball. When I knocked on Chelsea’s door wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt, she almost fainted.
    â€œYou’re supposed to wear a tuxedo, Moon!” she shouted. “It’s a ball, not a ball game!”
    â€œI don’t have a tuxedo,” I explained.
    I went back to my room and put on a suit I had gotten for a friend’s confirmation last year. It didn’t fit that well, but it was okay.
    As it turned out, I didn’t have to go to a ball that night. I had to go to a dozen