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He held up the wilted, half-eaten shallot. “Sometimes,” he said, tears finally falling (for which he was fined $5,000), “you just need a smaller layer to win the big game.”

The equipment manager rolled out a cart piled high with brownish-orange spheres, each textured like a low-resolution satellite photo of a diseased planet. The players gathered around, confused. The offensive linemen, who would eat anything, were the first to try. retro bowl onion

“It’s… spicy water?” muttered Guard #64, tears streaming down his blocky cheeks. He held up the wilted, half-eaten shallot

Touchdown. Championship.