How Did I Miss Rick Reilly’s Super Poem?


Well if you were looking for a way for Rick Reilly to become more insufferable I think we found it: treat the field of the Super Bowl like it’s a dimly lit coffee shop on Open Mic Night and act like a hipster pussy who just finished his first Into to Poetry class.

Put a ring on it. Jesus fucking Christ.

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