About two years ago I signed up for some MasterCard plastic from Bank of America. It was one of those Ravens credit cards, and I'm not going to lie: I chose it because it came with a free autographed mini-helmet of Steve McNair. This was before Steve's first season with the team. I needed a new credit card anyway, so I never really lost any sleep when the helmet never arrived.
But here we are, more than two years later, and after a weekend in Vegas, I came home to find this in my mailbox. Actually, I don't have a mailbox. And it wasn't even in my mail slot. It was just kinda sitting on the front steps of my apartment building. Just chilling. Totally immobile. Sorta like McNair himself.
Why the hell would I want this thing now? To be honest, I'd trade this thing for a single beer.
12 hours ago
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I'll trade you my Rafael Palmiero bobblehead for it.
I will trade you one beer for your SMN helmet. Well actually, it depends...
Are we talking Natty Light here or like, MGD. Or Yuengling?
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