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Football Sunday, pigskin brutes Hefty boys in padded suits Blocking, sacking, spiking, too. Fumbling, bumbling, black and blue. Clock keeps ticking, whistles blow. Time is called to stop the show. Pushing east, then driving west Just to prove which team's the best. Penalties and politics Downs and frowns, they take their licks Coaches pacing, hands on hips Nasty motions (Read my Lips). Kids are restless, Dad's enthralled Not a prayer it will be called Final quarter, finally played Housewife thinks she's got it made. 
Then the network drops the bomb . . .
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