We buried my dad with a Steelerās blanket and a Terrible Towel in his casket. When my kid learned to talk, we used to ask him, āWhat do you know about the Bengals, Dillon?ā And, like a baby genius he would answer, āThey STINK!ā Yet somehow, 30 yrs later, I am Pam-ma to these two misguided souls:
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