September 2017

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I'm Not Telling You To Stop Watching NFL (But You Will)

Julio wished the bullfight would last forever. He knew every play by heart, just as a salmon knows its river, or a dancer knows cool-ass dance moves. He’d rooted for the picadores as they stabbed the bull’s neck with lances, as required by the rules. He’d cheered as the banderilleros planted blade after blade into