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Context for today’s Friday Feature:

Some of you have heard me boast of my foosball skills. Despite the fact that I haven’t played since I moved from Miami, I will not hesitate to face a single one of you in battle. Find me a foosball table, name the stakes, and it’s on.

You think I’m just playing around. You think you’re good at foosball. “Oh yes,” you say “we have a table in our agency too. We play for [insert stupid stakes here]. I bet I can take you.”

No you can’t. You think you can, but you can’t. You don’t know where I’m coming from. Where I come from, we play for real. Oh sure, we have a prize-

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-but that’s not our motivation. You play hard when you have something to win. You play for real when you have something to lose.

Where I come from, if you lose 10-0, if you get shut out- shit gets real. You spin the Wheel of Misfortune, son. Respect the Wheel. RESPECT IT.

Because it will tell you if you get banned from the foosball table for a week.

Or that you’ve become the office coffee bitch- making two runs a day for weeks at a time.

And it will tell you if you’re about suffer the harshest penalty of all- Marmite. A product so foul that it’s own manufacturers have seen fit to mock it.

BEHOLD:

This shit is for real. So don’t tell me you’re good at foosball. It’s life or Marmite on the streets where I learned to play. That’s where I’m coming from. You ready to accept the challenge?

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