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We were walking in the tailgating section right next to the stadium and we could see the huge Panther logo on the side of it. It took a while to get in because the line was extremely long, but the fans were screaming and yelling. The music was playing while the players were warming up. They played songs like Thunderstruck and Back in Black.
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