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Comments about Tommy Kouba
Loud like a train
The crowd is wild
Popcorn grading my fingertips
Hoop after hoop, swoosh after swoosh
The ball looks like fire getting thrown back and forth
I can hear the ball talking when it hits the ground
The court is a token of the players love
MVP! MVP! MVP!
D Rose in his prime
My dad squirting lime in his drink
Win, win, and win
More win to the record books