I was watching the game without any emotional investment in the outcome until that red flag hit the field. At that moment I knew who I wanted to win, and it wasn't the team coached by a chicken-crap piece of garbage who dresses like a thug and has the morals and behavior to match his attire. Watching him leave the field with his tail between his legs before the game was even officially over was the best moment of the entire NFL season.
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