I Got To Wear Burrow’s Helmet at The HOF, or “How I Never Washed My Hair Again”, by Warthog


Took a little trip up to Canton today. Saw a few things, not the least of which was Burrow’s game-worn donated helmet, shoulder pads and jersey. Saw a couple old friends, shed a couple more tears over the Superbowl and ate a bratwurst.

Wearing Burrow’s helmet after everyone else has been also was a little like taking a toke off a gigantic doobie after Billy Strings fired one up a fan handed him at his concert and passed it back into the crowd. Despite your initial revulsion at maybe being exposed to other people’s dandruff and scalp scabies or having post-Covid mouth germ sharing phobia, it might be some of Joe Burrow’s dandruff too, and it’s a joint that BMFS had in his mouth. You can do eet.

“You can do eet all night long!”

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