‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Mile HighNot a creature was stirring, not even a fly.The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care,In hopes that the NFL soon would be there. The players were nestled all snug in their threads,While visions of Super Bowls danced in their heads.And Bill in his hoodie,…
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