You don’t get to be the #1 team in the country with a bunch of softies on D. Don’t win national championships with dudes who will wrap you in their arms and place you ever so gently on a big fluffy pillow on the 50 yard line. Tuck you in with a blankey and read you a bed time story then kiss your forehead. Nope you suplex motherfuckers straight through the turf then dance on their grave. Just doing the god damn Alabama suplex thing.
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