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What an epic write up, George! There's few things better than giving the hated Raiders an ass kicking.
What would have been the cherry on top of a wonderful day would have been the Raider team bus breaking down at 435 and Front St. and forcing them to eat day-old gas station sushi for their post game meal. Then about the time the plane flew over Stull, Ks the toilets backed up. Getting clearance for an emergency landing in Dodge City, they are forced to spend the night in the Wyatt Earp motel while a repair crew motors over from Wichita.
I really hate the Raiders.
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