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Admit it. You’ve done it.
You’re sitting there in your easy chair in your Sunday worst and your refrigerator’s best and you’re watching your NFL team somehow allow a skinny little kick returner race unimpeded down the sidelines toward the end zone.
And you’re yelling.
Tackle him.
And you’re screaming.
Tackle him.
And you’re using obscenities.
TACKLE HIM!
And then it’s over and the kick returner is in the end zone and the ball is in his hands and your five-iron is sticking out of your smoldering television set.
You’re sitting there in your easy chair in your Sunday worst and your refrigerator’s best and you’re watching your NFL team somehow allow a skinny little kick returner race unimpeded down the sidelines toward the end zone.
And you’re yelling.
Tackle him.
And you’re screaming.
Tackle him.
And you’re using obscenities.
TACKLE HIM!
And then it’s over and the kick returner is in the end zone and the ball is in his hands and your five-iron is sticking out of your smoldering television set.
