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<i>Dear The Football,

Ah, The Big Sport, my mistress, my muse, my hypertension-causing and blood pressure medicine-filling, identity-making thing that hates me. It's time for me to move on to something that won't make me a terrible person to be around or derail the work week when my team loses. I've packed away my punny T-shirts, my spiky-haired wig visor and cargo shorts filled with pizza rolls and good-luck charms (more pizza rolls).?