Anonymous asked: I like to imagine Eli Manning as an assistant campaign manager working for a state senator. He shows up to work with messy hair, wearing ill-fitted suits, his top-button unbuttoned and his mismatched tie dangling flaccidly from his neck. He sits alone in the cafeteria scooping up fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt. Shit, it's spoiled. Then he goes home on the weekends, hits Hakeem Nicks on a crossing pattern from 40 yards out, and wins the Super Bowl, before returning to his painful, quotidian existence
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