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A guy took me his girlfriend to her first football game. They had terrific seats right behind their team’s bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience.

“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 twenty-five cents.”

Dumbfounded, her date asked, “What do you mean?”

“Well, once they flipped the coin, one team got possession, right?”

Her date nodded.

“Okay then, for the rest of the game, everybody on the bench kept screaming: ‘Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’ I’m like…Helloooooo? It’s only 25 cents!!”