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I remember sitting up there watching the play thinking something didn't look right when both teams lined up. Couldn't put my finger on it. Play ended. Everyone is celebrating. Out of nowhere we hear, there's a flash on the play. Everyone goes quiet with a wtf look. Then the call. Son if a bitch.
The most because Chiefs moment I've ever experienced.
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My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
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