@SamiOnTap I’ll take anybody on the Dline if wishing counts. If I’m naming a specific player, I’ll go Bush at LB looking to reprove himself from his time in Pitt.
@NFL_DovKleiman As a Hawks fan and lifelong NFL fan, it’s Bo Jackson by a large margin. No disrespect to anybody else who may be mentioned. Injuries suck.
Jesse Owens of USA winning gold for the long jump in the summer Olympics in Germany, 1936. The man saluting behind Owens is Lutz Long, a German who shared training tips with Owens and was the first to openly congratulate him after his final jump in full view of Hitler.
After the Olympics, the two kept in touch via mail. Below is Long's last letter to Owens while he was stationed with the German Army in North Africa during World War 2. Long was later killed in action during the allied invasion of Sicily in 1943.
"I am here, Jesse, where it seems there is only the dry sand and the wet blood. I do not fear so much for myself, my friend Jesse, I fear for my woman who is home, and my young son Karl, who has never really known his father.
My heart tells me, if I be honest with you, that this is the last letter I shall ever write. If it is so, I ask you something. It is a something so very important to me.
It is you go to Germany when this war done, someday find my Karl, and tell him about his father. Tell him, Jesse, what times were like when we not separated by war. I am saying—tell him how things can be between men on this earth.
If you do this something for me, this thing that I need the most to know will be done, I do something for you, now. I tell you something I know you want to hear. And it is true.
That hour in Berlin when I first spoke to you, when you had your knee upon the ground, I knew that you were in prayer. Then I not know how I know. Now I do. I know it is never by chance that we come together. I come to you that hour in 1936 for purpose more than der Berliner Olympiade.
And you, I believe, will read this letter, while it should not be possible to reach you ever, for purpose more even than our friendship. I believe this shall come about because I think now that God will make it come about. This is what I have to tell you, Jesse.
I think I might believe in God. And I pray to him that, even while it should not be possible for this to reach you ever, these words I write will still be read by you.
Your brother, Luz"
Article II of the U.S. Constitution establishes the office of the president.
Apparently Pres. Biden doesn’t expect his own nominees to the federal bench to know that, or be familiar with the Constitution in general.
If your life depended on it, how many of Tampa Bay’s 22 starters could Jerry Jones actually name? What number are you comfortable risking your life on the GMs knowledge? 5? 3? He legit had no idea who All Pro Chris Godwin was. #StopTalking
There's only 3 teams still alive for the last playoff spot in the NFC. Two of them play each other on Sunday. Not having them all play at the same time is 100% BS.
The Broncos fan base coming unglued over the Russ trade and their general disgust over the current outlook of thier team is delicious, and the constant “he holds the ball too long” comments are 😂 oh he does? Tell me about it! Lol 😂
@Ace061281@BillCote14 @JesseKIRO7 @Broncos@Seahawks Good memory. Like I said, I tried to forget this game. Pathetic overall. Luckily, the stadium was cool and the fans were rather nice. I was wearing my Largent jersey and got a lot of compliments 😁
@Ace061281@BillCote14 @JesseKIRO7 @Broncos@Seahawks If I remember correctly, which I tried to NOT do, I believe they didn’t get the ball across mid field (besides a late second quarter FG) until sometime in the 3rd quarter and then quickly turned it over.
@ryanmonahan1 As good as the trade is looking now, a lot of us fans still felt it was a year late. The stuff behind closed doors was a full blown fire while the play on the field was declining.
@Ace061281@BillCote14 @JesseKIRO7 @Broncos@Seahawks I was at the game in Tampa. I distinctly remember apologizing to my dad and bro-in-las for making them attend such an atrocious sporting event.