Impromptu
the crowd went
silent it was
a knockout a
touchdown a
grand slam
first
of his
ever and never
forgotten to be
ever
then the game
who was cooler
last draw loser
do or never
throw in
the towel
perspirinated
sopping
even
now
give or
take three
shakes rock
paper or
scissor
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