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For nearly eight whole months, you tried to suppress it.
You tried different homemade therapies to minimize your cravings.
There were those sneak peaks during the combine.
Curses erupted when Jerry traded down in the draft.
Pill popping Excedrin Migraine caplets became the norm while reading one MacMahon tweet… twirp… whatever… after another.
The regular season still hasn’t arrived yet, but the first preseason game is just a few short hours away.
The miniature Bob Lilly/Randy White/Michael Irvin cries out from the back of your skull, “IT AIN’T REAL FOOTBALL!!!!!!!”, but the tiny Roger Staubach/Troy Aikman squatting in your nostrils whispers that it certainly smells like it though.
It pulls at your gut. For half a second, you say it's only hunger pains. Your stomach yells, “UNCLE!” after downing that fifth drumstick and you regrettably concede, “That’s ain’t it, dang it!”.
There aren’t enough cotton balls to shut out Hank Williams Jr. ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL!
Pack it in ladies and gentlemen. Give up. Surrender to temptation.
The Dallas Cowboys are about to take the field again. And even though it’s a glorified scrimmage, the relief flowing over you is a good thing.
Be happy. Your stomach sure will be. { BURP! }
You tried different homemade therapies to minimize your cravings.
There were those sneak peaks during the combine.
Curses erupted when Jerry traded down in the draft.
Pill popping Excedrin Migraine caplets became the norm while reading one MacMahon tweet… twirp… whatever… after another.
The regular season still hasn’t arrived yet, but the first preseason game is just a few short hours away.
The miniature Bob Lilly/Randy White/Michael Irvin cries out from the back of your skull, “IT AIN’T REAL FOOTBALL!!!!!!!”, but the tiny Roger Staubach/Troy Aikman squatting in your nostrils whispers that it certainly smells like it though.
It pulls at your gut. For half a second, you say it's only hunger pains. Your stomach yells, “UNCLE!” after downing that fifth drumstick and you regrettably concede, “That’s ain’t it, dang it!”.
There aren’t enough cotton balls to shut out Hank Williams Jr. ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL!
Pack it in ladies and gentlemen. Give up. Surrender to temptation.
The Dallas Cowboys are about to take the field again. And even though it’s a glorified scrimmage, the relief flowing over you is a good thing.
Be happy. Your stomach sure will be. { BURP! }
