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I used to go to the movies a lot.

During my single days, it wasn't at all unusual for me to see two or three movies a week, especially at times of year when a lot of good ones were released. I know I saw 50-100 movies almost every year, a number that has been shrinking drastically as I've gotten older.

In the year just ended, I went to the movies once -- to see "Secretariat."

"The Blind Side" was a movie that sort of slipped through the cracks for me. I didn't see it in a theater, and I bought the DVD and took it to Texas with me last spring. I never watched it, though. I wound up sending it to my sister Laura as part of a care package to help her recuperate from surgery.

So I never saw Sandra Bullock's Oscar-winning performance it what was described as a pretty good, pretty inspirational football movie.

Until today, when I was in Walmart and saw a pretty good deal on some DVDs -- a package of two movies for $10. One was "We Are Marshall," which I had already seen, and the other was "The Blind Side."

I decided to give it another chance, and I just finished watching the story of Michael Oher and the Memphis family who adopted him and helped him turn his life around.

Bullock was terrific -- extremely deserving of her Oscar -- and the movie was really enjoyable. I'm not sure why it is, but for some reason lately, I find myself extremely susceptible to the tear-jerking moments in movi