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Mudd is Back

Me: "Welcome Back Coach!". Mudd: "Why, Thank You." These were all the words I could muster when I ran past Coach Mudd early this morning on a downtown corner after he walked out of a convenient store with his morning coffee. I half expected a gruff "Pick up the pace Kid!", but instead I think I caught him off guard a bit. After the initial shock, all I wanted to do was find the nearest sled to hit, to impress Mudd just enough, while dreams of the practice squad ran through my head. Can you believe that there are no sleds to be found in center city?