Over on Roosevelt Island, a two-mile-long sliver of land in the East River tucked between Manhattan and Queens, they prepare for the Super Bowl a little differently. While you're eagerly awaiting your Bo Ssam delivery from Momofuku or getting your growlers filled with whatever they're currently brewing in the basement of Bierkraft, these dudes (and dudettes?) are going all out with !!!NO PADS!!! Does the game double as a way to let go of the aggression built up over another year spent living on Roosevelt Island? Unclear. But it's a good thing they have all those hospitals.
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