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lgcbk · 6 months

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( 12.23 ) He's greeted by the dim glow of a hall light as he enters the apartment.

He leaves his sneakers by the door. Doesn't bother to neatly place them next to his father's Oxfords. Not that it would matter if he did, anyway. His parents aren't home. Wouldn't be for at least a few more days.

The move is next week. You'll have to get your things.

The message read. The lack of explanation wasn't unusual. He doesn't bother to call. To clarify. What good would come of even asking? He knows now that he and his parents live completely separate lives. He likes to think he's known that for a while. Their contractual familial agreement had run its term long before he'd left home. He's stopped expecting there to be some soft of miraculous change in his absence. He's come to terms with it despite the thoughts that still cross his mind every now and again. If I just keep hoping, wishing, praying - it will be different. It has to be different.

Byeongkwan wanders around his childhood home first, stepping over haphazardly packed boxes and moving bags waiting for whatever service company would be arriving by the end of the week. The fridge is empty save for a few condiments and partially emptied takeout containers. The living room is devoid of any personal touches, plaques and certificates tucked away in safe foam wrapping. Their bedroom is already packed, closets laid bare leaving a few empty hangers and discarded undershirts in the far corner. His mother's trinkets swiped from the dresser.

He wonders where his parents are spending the the holiday. A work function? Some stuffy hotel toiling away at their laptops like last year? Their new place? For once he isn't angry. Doesn't long for some semblance of 'family togetherness' during the season that touted it as a time to be cherished.

His room is barely touched, though. Just as he'd left it. A desk littered with old textbooks, crumpled sheets of paper, and a soccer trophy that had fallen from its shelf, requiring a bit of superglue to repair it. The fan he'd kept in the corner of the room, coated with a layer of dust. His old keyboard with its tricky keys from overuse - and that one Red Bull incident.

His vinyl wall is still intact, its rows of cover art up on display like his own personal mural. Byeongkwan rolls in his empty suitcase reserved for the more fragile items, and begins to toss the rest into some leftover garbage bags. Jeans, uniforms, old shoes, yearbooks graffitied with designs and vulgar notes from his friends back in high school. He moves on to his other keepsakes. Scholarly certificates, awards from piano competitions, class rank notes. He wasn't a bad kid, he thinks.

It takes him longer than he'd expected to rummage through his old things - afternoon became night, night became a new day without sight of his parents. He'd managed to discard most of his belongings in between listening sessions on his old vintage record player and a few meal breaks. Soon, all that remained was a loosely wrapped box under his desk, unaddressed. He drops into a crosslegged seat and slides it over, shifting around some tissue paper to reveal a new soccer jersey, some loose leaf tea, and random convenience store snacks. A birthday gift for his grandfather. "From the family." Forgotten and tossed in with the rest of his things. He huffs in frustration - an understatement considering how his blood began to boil at the thought of yet another missed occasion. Another let down.

It has to be different.

And he could make it different. He could makes things better. Make them right.

He tucks the box under his arm, gathers up his bags and suitcase, and makes his way out of the apartment. Into the cold morning. He doesn't give the place a second glance. Doesn't wait for another wave of melancholy nostalgia.

This was a goodbye.

A good riddance.

A new start.

#( solo. )#( me finally finishing this 10 yrs later so i can write related starters alsdkjg )

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charliedoggett03-blog · 1 month

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Who will the Chicago Bears draft with the first overall pick of the 2024 NFL Draft?

Day one of this year’s NFL Draft will shortly be upon us, and with it comes the yearly build up and mystery of that first selection. Last year the Carolina Panthers went with Bryce Young, who was the odds-on favourite, will the Chicago Bears also go with the odds-on favourite in Caleb Williams, or will they go with someone else?

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I asked Harrison Reed who played American football in the United States at the high school level with an awarded scholarship. This is a transcript of our conversation.

Interviewer: So, Mr. Reed you are significantly more experienced and able to give a more informed opinion than most, having been a scholarship athlete for American football in the states, what do you believe the Bears should do with the first overall pick?

Harrison: Well, they need to sort out their issues like any team and their biggest problem this year has been an inconsistent quarterback. Justin Fields when playing well can be a really good player don’t get me wrong, but he doesn’t play to that level often enough to be considered an elite or even a good quarter back. But I’m always an advocate for seeing what other teams are available for a trade and if other teams offer enough, I could really see the Bears trading out of the number one spot.

Interviewer: So, you’re saying they should trade out of the number one spot?

Harrison: If they want to stick with Fields that’s what I would do. But I think the safest option is to go with Caleb Williams, he’s just so damn good. The man has got the size and the arm and the brain to go right to the top and with DJ Moore in the slot he could take the Bears to the Superbowl.

Caleb Williams

Height: 6’1”

Weight: 98kg

Position: Quarterback

School: University of Southern California

Age: 22 Years old

Most people who pay attention to the NFL have heard of Caleb Williams’ name by now, he is possibly one of the most well-known draft prospects of all time. And this is all because of how high his ceiling is. He is what most people consider a generational talent, his ability is showcased in his stats as a collegiate athlete. For Oklahoma in his debut, he came off the bench to great affect by leading the team to a rivalry victory over Texas by scoring three touchdowns and with 300 total yards. In his first full season as a starter after he transferred to USC he won the Heisman Trophy, during this season he had 4,537 passing yards with 42 touchdowns whilst running for 382 yards and scoring 10 more touchdowns. His numbers dipped somewhat this season, with USC falling to a seven win and five losses season, but Williams maintained impressive stats with 3,633 yards and 30 touchdowns.

On the other hand, this season in a regular season game against Notre Dame Caleb Williams and USC lost 48 – 20. In which the deciding factor was Williams himself during the first half of the game Williams threw three interceptions which costed his team greatly. This game may prove that he isn’t the finished article quite yet, however, this fixture was very much an outlier in his season as he only had five interceptions the whole season and three of them came in the Notre Dame game.

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I also managed to interview Jonny Bisby who is a PR consultant for the New York Jets, I interviewed him to find out who he believed the Chicago Bears should draft with the number one pick.

Interviewer: Mr. Bisby, you are very much involved and surrounded by the NFL due to your work and because of that you must have an opinion on what exactly the Bears should do with their pick?

Jonny: I think it is a pretty sure thing that they’re going to end up going with Caleb Williams. But if they do trade out of the number one spot, I believe whoever ends up there will take Marvin Harrison Jr if they don’t need a quarterback.

Interviewer: Why do you believe Marvin Harrison Jr. will be picked if a team doesn’t need a quarterback?

Jonny: I think Caleb Williams is the best quarterback in this year’s draft class, however Marvin Harrison Jr. is the best player in the class. He is an absolute freak of nature, he has absolutely every possible skill a wide receiver would need and whichever team he goes to will have an absolute star on their hands.

Marvin Harrison Jr.

Height: 6’3”

Weight: 95kg

Position: Wide Receiver

School: Ohio State

Age: 21 years old

Marvin Harrison Jr. is the son of current NFL Hall Of Fame legend Marvin Harrison and he will hope to emulate his father’s success in the NFL. But has already had an incredible college career. He came runner up for the Biletnikoff Award in 2022 registering 77 catches, 1,263 yards and 14 touchdowns. It can definitely be argued he should’ve won the award this year, but he did win the award in 2023 after catching passes for 1,211 yards and with another 14 touchdowns.

The key thing with Marvin Harrison Jr. is he is a freak of nature; he is almost 6’4” in height and weighing in at 95kg he then has a 10’8” broad jump and has a 4.3 second 40 yard dash time. It is scary how complete this young man is. He has the size, the power and the speed to take the league by storm in his first year and it wouldn’t be surprising to see him in the Hall Of Fame right next to his father when his career is over.

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In Conclusion the outcome of this years NFL Draft doesn’t seem as mysterious as it was last year, this is due to the clear consensus of Caleb Williams being the best quarterback in the draft class and with quarterback being a position of need for the Bears it seems cut and dry, however there are alternate options which could provide some intrigue and twists during the NFL Draft.

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#nfl #nfl draft #marvin harrison #caleb williams

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tyronesmithpositiveperspectiv · 2 years

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Tyrone Smith

Tyrone Smith plays NFL football as a left tackle for the Dallas Cowboys. He played college football at USC. He is a recipient of the Morris Trophy, an award given to the best offensive and defensive linemen from the West Coast. Read more about Tyrone Smith. Tyrone Smith is one of the most talented and most versatile players in the NFL.

Tyrone Smith has worked for nine different companies and has been laid off twice. But he has managed to turn his sporadic employment into a lucrative business. He now provides a rent-a-husband service and even delivers food. His hustle has earned him a reputation in the industry. He once drew a picture for his wife on Valentine's Day. After the oil field went down, he turned to entrepreneurship.

Smith has stayed healthy during his NFL career, missing only three games a year due to injury. His injuries were to his back, neck, and lower body. In his first season, Smith rolled his ankle and missed his second game. In the following season, he missed two games due to a sprained knee. However, he returned for the playoffs a couple of weeks later.

After getting laid off twice, Tyrone Smith began to look for other ways to support himself. He started working odd jobs in his spare time and soon had a business of his own. He now provides rent-a-husband services and even delivers food. His hustle has earned him a reputation as a hustler. He was once laid off from an energy company, but still found the time to draw a picture for his wife on Valentine's Day.

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2021milwaukeebucksring · 2 years

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What are the Things to know About Philadelphia Warriors Championship Rings?

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The Basketball Association of America's first charter member, the Philadelphia Warriors, created the Warriors in 1946. They had its first owner in Peter A. Tyrrell, who also owned the American Hockey League's Philadelphia Rockets. Eddie Gottlieb, a seasoned basketball marketer in the Philadelphia region, was engaged by Tyrrell as a coach and general manager. The Philadelphia Warriors, a former basketball team who competed in the American Basketball League in 1925, inspired the team's name, according to its owners.

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Championship rings are given out as a keepsake for the players and club officials to keep for themselves as a sign of their success because the league only awards one championship trophy to the victorious team. The majority of championship rings are found in North American sports. The organization can select whether players and coaches who were a part of the squad at any stage during the season receive a ring, in addition to those who take part in the finals. This is a lovely honor, for all those players who are on the team and win the championship.

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kayla1993-world · 2 years

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Chris Snow makes the most of each and every moment of his life. In the face of ALS, which has plagued him for three years, he has made that positive decision.

So a trip to Tampa on Tuesday evening to present an NHL award elicits the same level of excitement that the Calgary Flames assistant GM has brought to every situation since his diagnosis in 2019.

Snow is referring to the 2022 NHL Awards presenters, who are individuals whose stories of resilience have moved and inspired the hockey community this season.

Popvici, a Seattle Krakens fan, who rose to fame after pointing out a cancerous mole on Vancouver Canucks assistant equipment manager Red Hamilton's neck, will be among them. Popovici and Hamilton will reunite on the show.

Milton Academy hockey player Jake Thibeault, who was paralyzed by an injury in September 2021, emergency backup goalie Thomas Hodges, who overcame blindness in one eye to play in a game for the Anaheim Ducks this season, and Martin Lafleur, the son of the late Guy Lafleur, will also be honoured.

Then there’s Snow, who, on Friday, tweeted: “It was 3 years ago today that I was told I had ALS, 12 months to live and to do what brings me joy. I’ll walk on stage live on @espn and @Sportsnet on Tuesday night, 40 spinal infusions later, to present at the NHL Awards show. I will feel as vibrant as I have ever felt.”

The trip is, in some ways, a celebration of how far he’s come since that diagnosis. So bring on the opportunity to present an award Tuesday evening, even if it is not to one of his own players.

While Jacob Markstrom is a finalist for the Vezina Trophy as the best goaltender, all indications are that Snow will be the one to announce the winner of the James Norris Memorial Trophy for best defenceman on Tuesday night.

Snow will present the award to Roman Josi of the Predators, Makar of the Avalanche or Hedman of the Lightning.

Three years ago, it was Giordano. During a practice run of the event on Tuesday, he will learn more about his responsibilities.

The Snows spent Monday night at the ballpark in Tampa, with Kelsie, Cohen and Willa, watching a New York Yankees-Tampa Bay Rays MLB game.

Snow, a former Boston Globe reporter who covered the Red Sox, is a diehard baseball fan, so that should be entertaining as well.

Snow, on the other hand, embraces pretty much every moment that is available to him, insisting that “the choice is to be down and fade away or you lean into it. Is it always straightforward? No. There is, however, a choice.”

ALS is a progressive nervous system disease that affects nerve cells in the brain and spinal cord, resulting in muscle control loss.

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cerseiwondered · 3 years

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Number 33 plssss

I think I received this prompt over a month ago, and I’m SORRY.

So, this story is set on the same universe as this one, only six months before. So it’s like a prequel. And it follows the same women football rivalry vibes.

Prompt: “An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.”

“Smile!”

Sansa smiled for what it felt like the thousandth time, carefully holding her trophy so it would be visible on the picture in a way that it didn’t seem like she was trying to make it visible.

“Nice. Congrats, girls!”, the photographer said, before raising his camera again and going after Sarella Sand, who had won one of the midfielder positions of the Team of the Season.

Sansa turned to her teammates, Wylla and Brienne. The three of them had been chosen as a part of the CONWEBOL - Westeros and Essos Football Confederation - 2019 Team of the Season, making their club, Stone Hedge United, the one with the biggest number of players on the squad.

Which was pretty cool, especially because the Athletic Club of Hill Horn had been the winner of the Women’s Conquers League, the world’s greatest club competition. Yet, on the TOTS, Sansa had been chosen as the best right-back, Wylla as the best striker, and Brienne as the best goalkeeper.

“Oh, look at her,” Wylla shook her head slightly, green hair catching the light with the movement, as she focused somewhere behind Sansa.

And the redhead spun around solely to see the grinning face of Margaery Tyrell.

Margaery, who was wearing a glorious blue dress, just a bit tight on the torso and loosely falling on the floor, with her entire arms bare and an unbelievable plunging neckline. She smiled to a camera, holding her Team of the Season left-winger trophy with one hand and her Couronne d’Or, the golden crown awarded to the Best Player of the Season, with the other.

“Notice how she’s holding the crown a bit higher than the squad trophy,” Wylla noted, and Sansa chuckled.

“Who can blame her? It’s the greatest honor a player can be given,” Brienne argued.

“Yeah,” Sansa sighed, taking in the shine of the enormous piece of jewelry in Margaery’s hand.

They were all at the CONWEBOL The Best Awards, the annual event that took place every October, in King’s Landing. The Couronne d’Or was the most coveted trophy, and that year Margaery had won it for the third time, more than any active player.

Which irritated her, because Margaery defended Raventree’s City, Stone Hedge’s biggest rival, yes - but also because it just meant a whole new year of Margaery’s poorly concealed arrogant attitude and superior little smirk, and those annoyed Sansa more than anything else.

Especially when that smile was directed at Sansa herself; and Margaery really enjoyed smiling like that at Sansa when they met before matches. And talk to her, always with the same ironic gaze and that smirk that made Sansa feel like she was being furtively laughed at.

Sansa just couldn’t quite understand why Margaery liked to provoke her so much. Yes, they played for rival clubs, but it wasn’t like Sansa was Margaery’s biggest opponent when it came to awards; they didn’t play in the same position, and Wylla was Stone Hedge’s main woman, therefore the one who could challenge Margaery when it came to the Couronne d’Or.

“Look, there is Coach Mormont!”, Wylla exclaimed, driving Sansa’s eyes away from the other woman. “Let’s go talk to her.”

They did, and Sansa quickly forgot all about conceited brunettes and overestimated individual awards as the party went on. It was always one of Sansa’s favorite events of the year; meeting all of her current and former teammates and coaches, getting a chance to talk to players from other clubs that she usually just got to interact with on the field; seeing all those women she would normally see on dirty uniforms wearing those spectacular gowns.

And there were cameras everywhere, and the food was amazing, and the champagne… The champagne was one of a kind, and when Sansa drank one glass a little bit too fast she decided it was perhaps time for her to go to the restroom and take a deep breath.

But she was just the tiniest bit tipsy, hardly enough to let her display her displeasure when she opened the restroom’s door and found Margaery, leaning against the counter and redoing her makeup.

Before facing Sansa with the largest smile, “Hey! I was waiting for an opportunity to talk to you.”

“Why?”

Margaery’s smile turned into the smirk Sansa loathed so much, “To tell you my crown was not the most shining thing in the party tonight.”

Now Sansa did roll her eyes, even as she felt a blush creeping up her neck. She was wearing a tight, long-sleeved silver gown that stopped mid-thigh. Her neckline was not nearly as impressive as Margaery’s, though.

“Thank you. You look nice as well,” she answered through an almost uninterested tone.

Margaery gave a small smile as she lowered her eyes, and for a fraction of a moment, Sansa felt bad for giving her a perhaps indifferent response - before reminding herself that that was Margaery Tyrell, her club rival and someone she and all of her teammates had learned to dislike very much.

Until, “Congrats on your awards tonight.”

Margaery said it so naturally, as she put some lipstick on.

Sansa narrowed her eyes. “I only won one award.”

“Oh, right,” Margaery pressed her lips together. Her lipstick was matte colored, and it looked nice.

“Perhaps when you said awards, plural,” Sansa, better yet, the champagne started, “You were thinking about the multiple awards my team won. You know, the club with the most players on the squad of the season.”

If she knew that would result in Margaery smirking all over again, perhaps Sansa wouldn’t have said it.

“And I was very happy for all of you,” Margaery lied. “I’m so happy your club managed that when it still had the chance.”

Again, the words left her mouth like they were the most ordinary thing to say.

But they weren’t.

“What do you mean?”

Margaery shrugged, “Well, you know. Now that the VAR, the video assistant referee,” she explained it as if there was any chance Sansa wouldn’t know what VAR meant, “Will be officially used in all of our competitions next season… Forget I said anything.”

She averted her gaze back to the mirror, but Sansa pulled her by the arm, and she stared back at the redhead with wide and, Gods dammit, amused eyes.

“Are you possibly implying that my club is benefited by the refereeing?”, Sansa laughed.

“It’s not me, darling,” Margaery shook her head with a falsely innocent look on her face. “It’s the statistics. If it weren’t for refereeing mistakes, your club would’ve finished the league with nine fewer points.”

“And how many points would your club have lost if it weren’t for your diving? You are the biggest diver in the league.”

“I’m the most hunted player in the league, you mean.”

“Too bad I cannot say the same about last chances of winning anything,” Sansa shot to her. “You’ve probably already won the next Couronne d’Or too. Considering you no longer have to do anything win it.”

Margaery’s eyes now widened with her not expecting those words, and Sansa liked it.

“Considering you got it this year without winning the national or the Conquers league, consequently, not winning anything important.”

Margaery blinked. “I literally scored fifty-one goals this season.”

“A true champion,” Sansa scooted closer, feeling the scent of Margaery’s luxurious perfume, almost closing her eyes with it, “Takes their clubs to the top. They don’t just break goal records against farmer clubs and call it a day.”

Deep down, Sansa knew she was wrong; Margaery was the best, most skillful and creative player in the world, and she deserved the recognition she got. Still, the look on her face at that moment was priceless and Sansa would not let it go.

“Eleanor Mooton,” Athletic Club of Hill Horn’s right-winger, “Should’ve won your trophy. You know that full well.”

Margaery twitched her jaw, and her voice was controlled, “Are you saying all of this because you are aware that you will never win a Couronne d’Or while I play and you hate the thought of it?”

Sansa gave a smirk of her own. “I’m a defender. I will never see the face of a Couronne d’Or, I’ve always known that.”

That was no surprise; the only players who were considered Best Players of the Season were forwards or midfielders.

“You can see the face of it,” Margaery’s voice was husky and Sansa’s ears perked without her perceiving why. “You can see the face of three of them,”

She stepped forward and Gods, they were close and Sansa hadn’t realized it.

“In my shelf. In my bedroom.”

And then it was Sansa’s turn to blink. “What?”

Margaery closed the remaining distance, her hands grabbing Sansa’s jaw and yanking her in.

Their lips touched, and Sansa was shocked. Margaery’s fingers slid from Sansa’s face to her hair, nails stroking her scalp, and Sansa shivered with the feeling of it.

Her mouth tasted so good, like champagne and something sweet, and she sucked on Sansa’s lips, leading Sansa to shut her eyes. Her tongue tried and invaded Sansa’s mouth, stroking Sansa’s own tongue, outlining her lips, and she pulled the redhead’s bottom lip between her teeth and-

It was over.

Before Sansa could do anything, touch Margaery, kiss her back properly, it was all over.

All there was left was that stupid smirk and Margaery’s flushed cheeks.

They jumped away from one another when the door was opened.

“Hey, we were looking for the two of you,” it was Irri, a Dothraki woman who played for the Dragonstone Football Club and who had won one of the centre-back spots of the Team of the Season. “They are taking pictures of the squad.”

Margaery only smiled before leaving the restroom, cleaning her lips with a paper towel and indicating Sansa to do the same, and the redhead followed her weakly.

She felt almost numb when she positioned herself among the other players. And every single nerve of her body responded when Margaery, who was right next to her, whispered in her ear,

“My real bedroom, with my trophies, is a bit far away. But my hotel suite isn’t.”

Sansa gulped.

And the cameraman shouted, “Smile!”

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