Football is a vile, violent sport played by testosterone-overloaded men who think they've got something to prove.
And I love it.
That's right, I watch the Vikings. It's one of my secret little vices, passed on to me from my parents. So today, I went to Erin's room and watched the Vikes beat the Bears, and cheered and yelled at the TV just like my dad was doing at home. And I was happy, and it was good.
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