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I remember the '95 playoff game. I was only 9 and it was the first time I'd ever felt like I had just had my heart ripped out, then punched in the gut, followed up by a kick in the nuts. Worst feeling ever.
I went to the game in '03 hoping our powerful offense and a homefield advantage would be enough to turn the tide. When Priest broke the long run then proceeded to fumble, I knew it wasn't our day.
We need to stomp the Colts. For the next decade.
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