I liken the Saints to the roving bands of illegals running down our bourbon streets with their flags. The Colts remind me of badged border agents who have been unburdened by PC and corrupt politicians, thereby enabeling the heroes to take down the bourbon street runners, place them in paper bags with eyeholes, and put them in loser jail. A tall young man with a lazer rocket arm will lead our heroes to victory, while his henchmen, who are called defensive ends, will reduce their evil enemies to small puddles of gore.
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