r****e
发帖数: 229 | 1 October 11, 2004
It was a chilly early October night. I was standing at the entrance of
the legendary Lambeau field players tunnel. A tall, strong player
wearing a blue and white jersey slowly walked by. Even I could barely
tell whether he was limping, I was certain that he was walking with a
lot of pain. No reporters were following him. No fans were chasing him
for autographs. He was the last player leaving the field. It was as if
he had never been a star. Just moments ago, he finished a length | r****e
发帖数: 229 | 2 yeah. i went to that game |
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