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Let me remind yall of a little story. The year was 1998. Lance harbor was the golden boy qb, headed to Florida state when that actually meant something. Then he blows out his knee in the big game. Did the west Canaan coyotes pack in the season? No. Moxon ascended and said, “here are my balls, lets win this”. And moxon, even though he was reading Vonnegut instead of the playbook, seized his opportunity and kept the machine rolling. Sure, there were some setbacks. Some mild racism, some severe body shaming. And there was the time they blew the sure fire win because instead of resting, they drank beers and watched their smoking hot English teacher strip until the early dawn. And then, in their final game, the chips were down. And the team looked at their coach, and adamantly refused to take the field. And lance harbor took over as head coach/offensive coordinator, mixed it up with tweeter running the wild cat, for some reason sent their 400 pound center in to block a punt, and ultimately, they realized that this was one night for the rest of our lives, and they pulled it off!!!!
Too many similarities here to count, men. So, who is gonna be our moxon?
Too many similarities here to count, men. So, who is gonna be our moxon?