We didn’t ask for these. They arrived anyway — scrawled on bar napkins, slipped under our office door, and in one case, faxed directly from a county jail. Some came stamped with official letterhead. Others smelled like nacho cheese. All of them are legally binding in the court of public opinion.
— Former Reader, Current Relapser
— Event Promoter With a Pocket Full of Plan B
— Former youth pastor
— Sports Fan, Against Their Better Judgment
— @HurtLockerRoom
— Kurt Utich, Co-Commissioner (but only in title)
99 Bottles Fantasy Football League
— Mr. & Mrs. McDiggins
— Shaman in Jets Hoodie
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