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When I was playing and practicing in that heat in July and August in Miami with shoulder pads on, it just vaporized me, … Shula would always come over and look at me and say, ‘Where are you? I know you’re not here. You’re just on automatic pilot.’ I was up here in my mind, fishing in a stream.

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