If I was an NFL General Manager and I was tasked with picking a quarterback number 1 overall, I would stay FAR away from Caleb Williams.
Sam Hartman would be a much better option with higher upside.
Tonight, 2023 #CBJ 1st round pick Adam Fantilli makes his NHL debut in the union blue.
It also happens to be his birthday…
A few special people wanted to wish him luck. Happy opening night, Adam
A few weeks ago, I noticed something disturbing. A Pizza Hut delivery van had started making regular drop-offs in my neighborhood. I couldn't let this stand.
I spotted the same Pizza Hut van earlier tonight and sprung to action. I jumped in my six-seat golf cart and quickly caught up to the van, following in hot pursuit en route to its destination. It pulled into a driveway a few blocks from mine, and before the delivery boy could even get out, I was sprinting past him to the front door.
I was greeted by a frazzled single mother stepping out of a room full of rowdy 8-year-olds. She looked like a more attractive version of Taylor Swift, somewhat resembling Ashlee Simpson. "Can I help you? Are you with Pizza Hut," she asked, visibly confused. "Pizza Hut is not what I do, but Pizza Hut is why I am here," I said sternly. "What do you think you're doing, exactly, bringing Pizza Hut into this neighborhood? Are you aware of how woke that pizza is?"
She had no idea what I was talking about, so I educated her about Pizza Hut's crimes. I informed her of my boycott and demanded she stop ordering woke pizza in MY neighborhood. "I–I... I had no idea. I'm so so sorry, Mr. Adams," she said, holding back tears. After she gathered herself, she told me her name was Diana and swore to make things right by me.
"Listen here, Di," I said. "I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt on this, but you need to make a stand NOW." She nodded in agreement and angrily told off the delivery boy, refusing the pizza and refusing to pay.
"Now, what am I going to do about my 8-year-old son and his 11 friends here for his birthday party?" she wondered aloud. "Do you have a grill? I know a guy who can bring me some meat," I replied.
I called up Mario and spelled out the situation. "I need some meat. This lovely young sheila has a room full of aspiring alpha males who need to learn what a proper steak tastes like," I told him. "I'll be right there, Nick," Mario said.
About an hour later, we were all seated in the backyard, enjoying Mario's beautiful steaks. I was telling Di about my recent round of 73 at the Island Course, and she was awestruck.
"My ex-husband always used to say that course was harder than Copperhead, where the pros play," she said. "You must be a really good athlete... You sure look like one."
"I am. I make no apology for dominating on... and off the course, Diana." I said with a twinkle in my eye. "It's so convenient that you're here," she said. "I have a flatscreen TV that I need mounted in my bedroom, and it's too big for me to do myself. I've been waiting for someone with a masculine build who works out to handle it for me."
"It's your lucky day, sweetheart," I said as we headed inside. "I'm very handy around the house."
Hey Guys,
Had the opportunity to write about the concept of motivation and break it down from a sports perspective. If that intrigues you guys, feel free to click the link
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