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It's officially Woke 2. We're replacing Pat McAfee on College GameDay with Ms Rachel
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We are going to deep fry RFK jr in beef tallow at a tailgate for the Washington Vaccines
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I’m a stay at home uncle and part time taxidermy apprentice in Piss Mountain, Alabama, and the issues that affect me and my family the most are reflecting pool maintenance, trans athletes in Muslim youth sports, and the renaming of various bodies of water.
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Tomorrow is the day in Wisconsin where Madison and Milwaukee can’t start counting the tens of thousands of absentee ballots until polls open, because Republicans won’t allow it, and then Republicans will cry when the results are released later in the evening.
😭 😭 😭
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Wisconsin now #1 in Men’s Hockey 👀
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Trying to watch the Packers play football but there’s baseball players jumping into the stands, a drone invasion, and a resurrection all going on inside Lambeau
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Showing back up to the bar I got kicked out of in the same uber my friends called to make me home
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i've never been more convinced that jordan love is on that aaron rodgers trajectory because everyone around him relentlessly shits their pants on a weekly basis
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this Alex Moore crew is shady af
I don’t know how else to say it, RIDICULOUSLY shady
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You are ABSOLUTELY a part of a cult if you hear this and don’t dry heave, at the least.
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Jordan Love was 14 when he lost his dad. The @packers QB remembers him and how he was one of his biggest supporters: “My dad actually wanted to name me Michael Jordan. That’s real. Michael Jordan Love. My mom vetoed it, thank God.
When I say my dad taught me everything, I really mean everything. We’d be out in the yard from the time I could walk — no, really from the time I could stand. Football, basketball, every sport imaginable. There’s a picture of me from when I was a baby and my dad is putting me up on a race horse. I’m like one, in my diaper, and I’m chilling up on some Secretariat-looking dude.
My dad’s motto was, ‘Try everything.’
He just had this relentless positivity about him. In his mind, me and my sisters could really do anything.
Him and my mom were both police officers. My dad was a sergeant for the Bakersfield Police Department and my mom was California Highway Patrol, but they couldn’t have been more different personalities. The smile never left my dad’s face. My mom, she was the yin to his yang. She was all business. She had an aura, you know? And that aura said, ‘Did you do your homework?’
Me and my friends would be out in the yard playing capture the flag or whatever, and she’d come home from work rocking those police aviators, and all my boys would be shook.
‘Don’t you boys have a pop quiz tomorrow?’
‘Yo, how’s she even know about that???’
One of those moms. You know the type.
My dad, he was my road dog. He used to pick me up after working a double shift and we’d pull up straight to the Little League field in his police cruiser. He’d be in the outfield helping coach with his full BPD uniform on, beeper in the belt buckle and everything. Everybody in town knew ‘Big O.’ Everybody loved him.
He was literally always just there.
To me, there’s no higher praise for a dad. In almost every memory I have. He was there.
That was my partner, man.
There’s this photo that I love of him and me, from when I was really little. He’s passed out on the edge of the bed in the middle of the day, taking a nap, probably after we were playing around outside for hours, and I’m laying on his chest, completely passed out right with him.
I can honestly say before July 13, 2013, I had pretty much the perfect upbringing. But that’s the crazy thing about life. You think you got all the time in the world. You think nothing is ever going to change.
And then it changes.” playerstribu.ne/JLove
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