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Lions True Blue

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Lions True Blue

A die hard fan I have been. Remember thinking, 16 games 17 weeks, even the Lions will pull off a win. Preseason champs yes we might of been. But 0-16 meant a lot more my friends. That year is gone and history has been made. But as for my fan-hood it shall never fade. I've stomped through the bad waiting for the good. Draft another W.R., you really think we should? Memories of number twenty, how he'd Barry the pride of the D. He's the greatest King, but more yet he's the Legacy. So what we haven't seen the playoffs since the year of 99. The roar has been restored with Detroit City feeling floored. Another trip to the red-zone w/ options unlimited. What number you think claims the most Detroit fitted? Two arms go up as they see the corner route. Jump ball to eighty one, so easy it's fun. When the linebacker bites at LeShoure and the smash. Hit Pettigrew in the middle, you been played like a fiddle. As the D.B's seem overwhelmed when Stafford takes helm. The most heart in the game, our Iron man puts your Q.B. to shame. Now to turn to the D, what do we see? Delmas w/ a pick 6 from 103. As Fairley and Ezekiel sit stalking there prey, looks like Suh just stomped your last hopes, on this very day. Like Hanson's dedication, a Lions roar is what I'm saying. All the cheese heads realize this, pasteurized to the Superbowl we go. No doubt we will finish our goal. Finally a man named Schwartz has took control. Please all of you fans that have been TRU , join me now in a, HEY GREEN BAY **** YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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