It’s not a full moon

Remember when football was a man’s sport? I do. I remember when my grandfather sat on the couch with a beer in one hand and a beer in the other, eating a tuna sandwich slapped together in haste during a commercial break. He had money on the Giants (he always did) and sat swearing a blue streak he must have learned in the Navy.

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