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The gridiron sport


Im ready, i was born ready, to suit up with armor, my helmet heavy, i look up to the crowds they shout and scream, as we approach the field, or the battle ring, we fight as if to amuse you as if we were in a Colloseum, football is the sport of warriors, our strength at premium. one cant understand a players heart, unless they strapped on pads to start, for it is not for others we play, but for glory and humble praise
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