Gus Malzahn wanders into a bar. It’s pouring rain outside and his UnderArmour® polo shirt is soaked and sticks to his body. He sits on a barstool in the corner and wrings his visor until its sufficiently dry enough to not drip water into his eyes. He cleans his glasses and looks up to notice a familiar shacket walking towards him.
Gus: Gene?
Gene: Hey Gus. Man, that was a rough game on Saturday. I really felt bad for you.
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Gus: We didn’t play up to our standards.