"Well tell us how you feel after another spectacular performance?" The irritating sports' reporter asked.
'Oh, our team definitely showed up! This week. The coaches coached! We practiced hard! Executed like we have been coached and have practiced. And with that said, we won.'
"I'm sorry. I was referring to your performance! Two-hundred and sixty-six yards on the ground. And another one-hundred and twelve receiving?"
'I'm gonna get real. For real. I might catch some flack? I might get sent home forever?! I don't know? But I'm not fearful of any of that backlash from what I'm about to say. Football is a team sport! The offensive line blocked their assignments, the wide-receivers blocked their assignments, the quarterback handed off to me so I could hopefully complete the various assignments afforded to me. But, I'll say this like my Daddy used tah tell me.
"Malcolm! Don't ever fool yourself! We don't do Human shit! And don't accomplish Human shit! On Our
Own!"....
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