I will get rich of sports betting in September.
I will get rich of sports betting in September.
I will get rich of sports betting in September.
Manifest it.
Just saw an Instagram reel that said:
“At some point you become the age that your parents were in your childhood memories, only you don’t feel like an adult, and you realize your parents were still just kids trying to figure it out too”
And that shit just fucked me up.
Just want to thank Micah Parsons for laying on that training table last year like he didn’t give an ounce of a shit. Look at what that turned into on paper. Sure, gotta execute. But man… 180 turn. We won the trade. You won’t change my mind.
I miss this shit so much. You could smoke it all god damn day and be kinda fucked up and sandwiches tasted awesome and the worst music in world was amazing. But then the whole industry got hijacked by guys who talk about “terpenes” or whatever the fuck and now weed sucks ass
Champagnie is a treasure man (via @KellyIko):
“Keldon Johnson and Julian Champagnie, two of the loudest, most exuberant voices all year, sat in their respective seats, hands resting against their heads while staring into their phones. Others shuffled around, some discussing plans to get back in the gym, some gathering their belongings in silence.
De'Aaron Fox, sitting by himself with a towel draped over his shoulders, was greeted by Lindy Waters III, who placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Then, another staff member did the same.
Champagnie, who had been in the process of removing his uniform, rose from his stall to offer words of encouragement to the veteran guard. The sharpshooter's uplifting spirit was called on a few moments later as Stephon Castle, with one locker separating them, stood motionless. Champagnie locked eyes with his teammate.
‘I just wanna see you smile, man,’ Champagnie said. ‘That's it.’”
#GoSpursGo #PorVida