Imagine all the years of up downs in sticker fields, busted purple chins from blindsiding pulling guards, plastic trash can puking, 600 pound squat maxes, and all the sacks and catches and touchdowns and passes it took to build up to this moment. Walking across the stage. Greeting the commissioner. Smiling and waving. He hands you a hat. You oblige. You put it on. And it looks like this.
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For a brief second, you wish you had just played video games instead. It’s amazing what millions of dollars can do to one’s attitude.