I’ve inadvertently watched some football this year, due to the fact that Husband is a fan, and I have to say, I like the way the dudes dance on the field. It’s not a sloppy victory dance, but a series of slow, controlled movements — a bit of pelvic thrusting, sometimes just one shoulder shimmy. It reminds me of how my old co-worker Holly once danced to Janet Jackson among our cubes when she found out this guy had a crush on her.

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