Mike Hawk

I love football. Likes and retweets = endorsements.

[Mike Hawk @ChiefJKC]

Why’d they put the Lombardi wide right?

[Buffalo Bills @BuffaloBills]

Next year starts NOW. 👊

#GoBills | #BillsMafia

[Frontierism @frontierism]

Gaethje passing by Teddy Roosevelt, moments before he beats the shit out of the foreign sitting champion on the South Lawn in front of a crowd of 80,000. This is America.

[Playteaux @Playteaux1]

Is the US going to play England on July 4th? This would be EPIC.

[Klara @klara_sjo]

My chud duck son.

[Arbal @Arbal47]

Which one are you?😂

[Eyan Ronaldo. 𓃵𓃵🏆 @Timidey4you]

Bro nailed every character.. 💯😁

[Paul Anleitner @PaulAnleitner]

What a year in sports for iconic American photos.

[Mr. B @MrInvigorator]

It appears our superiority has once again led to some controversy

[Jeremy London @SirJeremyLondon]

I want to read everything this man writes 😎

[@moontreezone.bsky.social @moontreezone]

When I was in the US I didn’t really know what the “gravy” was and I asked if it was vegetarian and the waitress looked at me like I’d just asked if I could shoot her dog

[NFL Memes @NFLMemes]

The San Antonio Spurs anytime they find themselves with an enormous lead

[Mike Hawk @ChiefJKC]

@natebabb86 @Daily_Chiefs_ Red bass

[NO CONTEXT HUMANS @HumansNoContext]

He accepted his fate

[۟ @bwondonn]

it's a party in the usa

[Mike Hawk @ChiefJKC]

@ivymousee @KVanderkel90711 @B1GDuckEnergyy Actual* football

[vids that go hard @vidsthatgohard]

HOLD THIS L

[Mike Hawk @ChiefJKC]

@bramey_ @Underdog Shut up bitch

[Mike Hawk @ChiefJKC]

We’re winning the World Cup

[Sidelines - USMNT 🇺🇸 @SSN_USMNT]

WE ARE BACK. LETS GO WIN THIS GROUP

[Mike Hawk @ChiefJKC]

@JayC_Hi Scabies

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.

Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.

I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."

"They just come with the table, man."

They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.

This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.

I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.

"Did we…?"

"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."

Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.

My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."

Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.

I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.

Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.

I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.

Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.