before the big game yesterday a few fine gents enjoyed a nice game of football on the tundra in prospect park. it's always good to toss the ol' pigskin around in the fresh air; nothing beats that perfectly placed spiral touchdown pass or the monster "i hit him so hard his shoes came off!" tackle. our friends likely woke up this chilly morning to some sore backs and creaky joints. here's a snapshot of the men after the game: 
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I definitely feel like the old fat guy with the cane today.
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