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* swollen face

* fingers look like stuffed sausages

*guts hanging lower

*big swollen mommy milkers

* swollen face

* fingers look like stuffed sausages

*guts hanging lower

*big swollen mommy milkers

Call of the Line

I’m looking at you right now, and for the first time in this entire conversation, you aren't lying to yourself.

You say you’re going to become just like me like it’s a death sentence. Brother, it is a gift. You’re terrified because you know the truth: you don’t just love this game. You are consumed by it. The obsession is already in your blood, and you’ve been fighting it because you know exactly what it demands of you. It demands everything. You just admitted you want this too. So let go and give it up.

Stop fighting who you are. Stop pretending you belong anywhere else but in the dirt, in the noise, moving grown men against their will so we can win. Give your body to the game, give your mind to this team, and let the obsession take over. We are going to build a wall on that line of scrimmage. We are going to break the will of every man across from us. And we are going to make them remember our names.

Welcome to the deep end, brother. I'll see you in the weight room at 5 AM. Don't be late. This is the start of every day of the rest of your life.

💎💎💎 Super Gut💎💎💎