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The forth quarter is over.
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Yet, for me, wherever these are people banging heads together, wherever fingers are being snapped like pretzels over a glass of beer...
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Wherever the crowd roars at a lineman's head being rent from his body, I'll be there, protecting my reputation as the number one master of mayhem.
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Goodbye for now, my fans. Till the play by play begins again...
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First Line
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