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Comments

  1. says

    My condolences. As the wife of a Philly born, raised, and moving back for the rest of residency and leaving me behind, Eagles fan… I do indeed feel bad.

    But not bad enough to stop waving my Terrible Towel for the next 3 hours. HERE WE GO, STEELERS!

  2. says

    Sorry, dude. :(

    I was thinkin’ of ya when I watched that horrible madness.

    Will you be rooting with me for the Steelers in the Superbowl?

  3. says

    Who’d have figured that the D would let Fitzgerald go all apeshit on them, and that Akers would attempt kicks with both hands firmly wrapped around his own throat? Sorry dude.

  4. oriole says

    You have a point, but I thought the last line was somewhat overdone.

    On the other hand, “FUCK!”

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