I recently got my grubby little paws on this vintage scorecard.
I thought it looked cool, and that I could do something nefarious with it.
Seeing as I drive through Cincinnati twice a day and am treated with the same old, "This year's team is going to the World Series!" bullshit, I came up with this treatment.
Every year it's the same shit.
The Reds...or the Bengals...are going to be national champions!
That's why I've quit being a sports fan.
It is pointless.
Silly stoopid buckeyes.
I am sorry.
Free Pete Rose!
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