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Et tu, Brute?
Since everybody else is lining up at the confessional, I might as well admit I did, too. Back in college I sandwiched an seventh grade cheerleader between me and a concrete block wall on the end of a fast break. Her relative, how shall I say it, "portliness" cushioned me from injury, but she didn't fare too well.
Thanks to all who responded to this relevant post. Your responses have been summarized and communicated to the AD involved.
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Making Every Effort to Be in the Right Place at the Right Time, Looking at the Right Thing to Make the Right Call
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