There’s nothing uncool about emotional fire and exuberance, but Travis Kelce behaved yesterday like a bellowing three-toed sloth. If you ask me he not only embarassed himself but Taylor Swift in the bargain. No sense of class or modesty. And I don’t like the Marine boot-camp hair and the long bushy-ass beard.
If I was in Swift’s boots I would be seriously re-thinking the situation. Who wouldn’t?
Brock Purdy is cooler, modest and moderate, better looking and a great quarterback.
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