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Hut--20--19--39--Hut

HUT-20-19-39!!! Hut! Between the quarterback and walls of solid muscles, breath it stalls, defensive backs are rushing for the aiming pass, an act of war exploding gridiron, what a mess, the flag is thrown, 5 yards, I'd guess. The line is made, on thirty eight the ball is snapped a little late, first down is missed, so punt the ball and let it lay where it may fall. Offensive line comes in again with grunts and groans and primed to win! With twenty seconds left to play a pass complete, no more to say less than a yard--to go to win and so they rush and put it in. The extra point is made as planned, this game's not meant to understand. Just mess things up, the best you can.

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Date: 4/1/2011 11:06:00 AM
Very witty and expressive write , veebdosa
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