by Jonathan S Sep 25, 2006
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Pain, blood, sweat, and tears. We are the wildcats and we know no fear. Footballs the sport and it was made for men, you want all the yards but, all you need is ten. When you get ready for a game you get ready for a war, you destroy all the competition and you just want more. All the teams we face aren't even close to our rank, when we hit the battlefield their the soldiers, but we're the tank. |