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Last year a guy took his Blonde girl friend to the Superbowl
They had great seats right behind their team’s bench.

After the game, he asked her how she liked it.
“Oh, I really liked it,” she replied, “especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn’t understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.”

Dumbfounded, her boyfriend asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it, then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was… ‘Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’ I’m like… Helloooooo? It’s only 25 cents!”