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Capt. Andrew Luck
@CaptAndrewLuck
Soldier. Cardinal tactician. Colt. Simple man.
Stanford
Joined December 2015
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    Dearest mother — I hope you enjoy the gift. It took me weeks to whittle the perfect piece of lumber … but I feel the end result is stupendous. Please move the figurine among the live stock daily, so all have some time with me. Do not let the hogs be greedy with it. — Andrew
    Dearest Mother — We’ve unearthed 20,000 relics bearing my likeness. They shall be bestowed upon our loyal supporters Nov. 29. — Andrew 🎟️ gostanford.com/LuckBobblehead
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    Dearest mother — The quill has never felt more heavy. I have made the decision to holster my sidearm permanently. I shall battle no more. The decision is difficult, but, as the hogs taught me, I must be true to myself. I am coming home to care for you and the farm. — Andrew
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    Dearest mother — I hope my appearance on the magical, moving picture box filled you with joy. As you could see, my resolve has never been more robust. Squirrel oil and your peppered chipmunk feet have kept me sturdy. Life is splendid. Give the cows my best. I love you. — Andrew
    Captain Andrew Luck makes an appearance 🫡 (via @NFLonPrime)
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    Dearest mother — The battleground has called for my glorious return. I’m thrilled to say, I shall heed that call. I have reenlisted. While my sidearm is permanently holstered — I shall help train other young men to be great soldiers. Please send care packages of squirrel oil
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    Dearest mother — My time away from home shall be extended. The unit was victorious over the Texan men. Stupendous! It was a hard fought battle, but our lines held strong. I am so thrilled, my pen trembles as I write. My sidearm and resolve are true. I love you. — Andrew
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    Dearest mother — It is with a heavy heart I inform you our campaign has ended. Our unit fell to the Chiefs on a snowy battlefield. While disappointed, I am extremely proud of all our accomplishments week after week, day after day, fight after fight. I shall see you soon. — Andrew
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    Dearest mother — Our victory frolicking has ceased. We must now begin our march to Kansas City to battle a unit of such great stature, every member has been granted the title of Chief. Our path has been long and winding, but I have never seen the men’s spirits higher. — Andrew
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    Dearest mother — I write with riveting news. I have once again — after what felt like an eternity — utilized my sidearm and tactical abilities. I know I swore to stow my sidearm after I retired — but, I am training new soldiers for battle. And it was only proper to unholster my
    🚨🚨ANDREW LUCK IS BACK PLAYING QUARTERBACK FOR STANFORD. 👀👀👀 The prodigal son is back home.
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    Dearest friends — A heartfelt thank you. And a fond farewell. — Andrew
    “Dearest friends — I hope this letter finds you all well. Life on the family farm is just as I remembered…” —@CaptAndrewLuck pens a farewell address to his unit: go.si.com/8nrUtKo
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    Dearest mother — I have received your care package of braised pigeon shins and fresh Squirrel Oil. By way of Chief trickery, the unit lost a day’s travel after reaching Lawrence only to discover Kansas City is actually in Missouri. No bother. Our focus remains unfazed. — Andrew
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    Dearest mother — I write with most distressful news. The men have been hoodwinked. The deserter McDaniels is on the lamb, likely headed toward New England, my best scouts report. Was this a ploy to merely spy? We shall never know. Irritating. — Andrew
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    Dearest mother — I write you as snow falls. The camp has settled down. The men are reflecting on the most meaningful moments of the campaign. They are as humble as they are grateful. Tomorrow shall be our most significant battle yet. We are ready for a fight. I love you. — Andrew
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    Dearest mother — I shall not be returning home quite yet. Our unit was victorious in the hard fought, rain-soaked battle against the Titans. Jubilation. Our men gave it all their might. Save for one ricochet, my sidearm was true. We are awash with joy. I love you. — Andrew
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    Dearest mother — I have safely arrived at Camp to begin basic training. Betwixt counting birds during the day and stars at night, the journey felt short. My sidearm is polished. My uniform is crisp. My neckbeard: full. The new campaign has officially begun. Exhilarated. — Andrew