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Show 113 and the field v/as greener than green, the sky kxaaxxxikxxax£x Kkxiaxaiaaaxk light blue with ka big puffy white clouds, the Giants dark blue with little puffy white Browns. "They're wearing white," groaned Red. "Ah, it's not the color of the uniform, it's the man that's in it, right Stinky?" said Big Dick. "The color means a lot to me," mused Stinky, xxxxxKaiaxiaxkB taakiaaxkxxaxaxaixxkaaaxaaxkxkixaxgaxxxx who was pretty pleased about the colorful atmosphere but clearly disappointed with the surrounding fashion. "I'd hate to get tackled by one of those blue guys." He looked all around. "I'd love to see somebody with some flare." The place was all buzzing xx and excited until the Giants took the kick-off. Charley Connerly zipped balls to Frank Gifford, Alex Webster ran through gaping holes in the Browns line, Sam Huff snuffed big Jim Brown and Bobby Mitchel bobbled passes all over the field. Mostly there was just a lot of ooohing and groaning and bitching from the stands, of which I was one of the leading ooohers and gxa groaners, being only a closet Giants fan most the time because I didn't want to get on the x wrong side of Red. "Oh look out, Jim Brown just got x SMOTHERED!" I groaned. It was plainly horribly good. I was groaning louder than any Brown's fan in the area. Stinky kept having me explain the game to him, not really having much understanding of the stoppage of play due to somebody getting tackled, in fact not comprehending why any of those guys let anybody tackle them at all with all that room they had to get away. "This isn't what I do!" said Stinky. "What a card," said Big Dick. Big Dick had begun killing his misery with hot dogs when the score got 14-0 and asking Red if we wanted any and of course Red kept saying he wasn't hungry and of course neither was I, saying I was too miserable to my guts about the Browns getting bull-dozed, It just bothered the hell out of me the way they were getting plastered all over the field. Then the half ended with the score 28-0 and everybody kind of milling quietly in their seats mumbling about great comebacks, like Pearl Harbor, said Big Dick. "Yeah, but the Browns don't have half a decade," said Red. "Beside*?, Umy'l'b taxing white. God-damn Browns wearing white, |
