You’re allowed to hit the gym then drink an XL black coffee and blast Ho Hey by Lumineers and get flooded with gratitude to the point you get chills on your shoulders (which are large and round because you lift hard with great form) and think to yourself ‘wow life is a miracle I’m so lucky to be alive’
40 days until kickoff. Today dozens of the world's best quarterbacks wake up early, hit the gym, study tape and spend time away from their families so that come February, the blood sweat and tears all pay off and they can finally have a resume slightly worse than Jalen Hurts.
The love of your life is not on dating apps. Nope. They are tailgating in freezing temperatures and letting their mental health depend on 53 large adult men in South Philadelphia.
yeah sex is cool but have you ever watched a game at citizens bank park while the sun is setting and the summer breeze is hitting your face as you drink a surfside and snack on some crab fries while watching your team play baseball