The Palm Beach Solar Bears are gonna be using a run heavy attack, so as a third-string tight end, I need to get better at blocking fast, so I venture into the forests of my native Louisiana. In there, I find just what I'm looking for, a massive twelve-point deer. We lock eyes and he charges at me. I stand my ground, and stop the beast in his tracks with my bare hands (no grabbing, that's a penalty). He seems perplexed for a second, and charges at me again, trying to plow this strangely strong man. This continues for several hours, before the buck gives up. He shakes my hand with his hoof and walks away. We've formed a trust that will hopefully last years. I'll return here next year, and he'll be there, waiting for a rematch.
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