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Another thing, who chose him anyways? Who thought that he was a good match with pro football?
I mean, you're having beers, scarfing down nachos and wings, you're in the middle of the culmination of the season of the most masculine thing on earth, professional football. And the NFL decides to roll out the guy who ran around in assless pants, trying to hack his way through Purple Rain?
I don't know. I thought the performance was shaky and it was just ill-conceived no matter what.
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