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Croyle's going to have to matriculate in the school of hard knocks at first, and that will make him wobble. But give him time because he's got a rifle for an arm that's going to function more like a howitzer and cause great injury to the opponent. His first few mistakes will probably be egregious, but this is going to be a trial by fire for him. The stigma of coming off the bench won't stop him from making the Hall of Fame. It is his fate and now is his time.
We just have to make sure he doesn't drink any of that tainted Gatorade that can make him see imaginary giraffes so he'll think he is the king of the jungle in some sort of nebulous hallucination.
And finally, we can leave that idiot Huard on the bench so he can practice his necrophilia like the sicko he is.
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