Can't recall MVP on this glorious powder day. Do know the Great White went DOWN, Down like Charlie Brown! Goes to tackle Shoes, slips, flies up in the air, lands right smack on the back of his noggin. Looks like he's knocked out or something--a hush snaps across the field--but he stirs, rubs his neck, and rises.
Later that evening, sleeping proves a challenge, and by Saturday, the Great White has to use two hands to lift his head from the pillow. He's going in for a workman's comp form--injured on the job--9 months free pay. Or something.
Good game, though.
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