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SO CAL COLLEGE BASEBALL 2024: A Look At Selected Teams

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had a long stressful hospital day yesterday and came home and saw the citadel’s baseball team got their ass kicked so so hard by usc (south carolina not southern california) and all the tension went out of my body and i had the best sleep in months, thank you usc

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[cfbtransferportal]

12/26/2022 CFB Transfer Portal Update #2

Since my last post, 11 of the players that I discussed have made their commitments. In this blog post, I am going to cover the choices these student-athletes made and their potential fit with new programs.

The once five-star prospect will look to take over as the starting Quarterback for the Purdue Boilermakers after Transferring from Texas where he was the backup to Quinn Ewers. This could prove to be a good move for Card because He was already a backup at Texas and next year will have another five-star top-ranked quarterback joining the room to bring even more competition. He joins a system with much less competition at Purdue where last year's starter in Aidan O'Connell is leaving for the NFL draft.

Shedeur Sanders did exactly as most thought he would which was to follow his dad to Colorado. Shedeur will step on campus as the immediate starting QB and be a share to the face of the program with his father, Deion, and teammate, Travis Hunter. He also is a big asset to future recruiting for the Boulder program as he can message players and talk with other athletes in grace periods when his father is not allowed by the NCAA to recruit.

After seeing Oregon State Quarterback Chance Nolan enter the transfer portal earlier in December the program is bringing in D.J. Uiagalelei to compete with last year's starter, Ben Gulbranson. This can be a fresh start for D.J. after a shakey 2 years of starting at Clemson. His brother recently committed to the University of Oregon so they will be able to play each other every year in the Civil-War rivalry game.

LJ Johnson will look to prove why he was so highly touted coming out of high school and take over as the lead back at SMU which had run by committee backfield last season where 5 different running backs split a majority of the workload. In my opinion, this can go either way for LJ. With so many capable runningbacks in one room, it will be hard to steal all of the reps and be a clear-cut #1 on the team. With that being said, if 5 running backs shared the majority of touches last year then Johnson has the potential to show the coaching staff that he is their do it all back and can perform the same capabilities as some or all of the other running backs at SMU.

RaRa Thomas committing to Georgia is huge for the Bulldogs as they add even more weapons to their already #1 ranked team in the country. With Stetson Bennett running out of eligibility and leaving for the NFL before next season, it is unclear who will be the QB throwing RaRa balls in 2023. If Georgia finds a ready-to-win QB for next season, they and RaRa are going to be a force to be reckoned with in CFB.

Ajani Cornelius committed to the University of Oregon where he will most likely make an immediate impact starting at either the left or right tackle position. This was a huge get for Oregon as they look to protect their returning starter at QB, Bo Nix, who was on the fence about going pro or returning for his final season of eligibility. This also brings a lot more national attention to Ajani that he wasn't necessarily getting at Rhode Island.

Amari Kight found a new home at the University of Central Florida where and will hope to shine as one of their best lineman in order to boost his draft stock in his final season of eligibility. The Big bodied tackle the frame and mobility that the NFL loves.

Braden Fiske decided to go with the East coast and commit to Florida State rather than the likes of USC on the West. The massive interior defensive lineman will look to not only prove that he can compete against the best playrs in a power-5 conference but will also hope to gain attention from NFL scouts.

Tunmise Adeleye is leaving the heat of college station Texas for the shivering cold of East lasing Miching to join the Michigan State Spartans. This move makes sense for Adeleye because he in joining a much more run-heavy conference in the BIG10 as compared to the SEC. This will allow Tunmise to display his run-stuffing abilities as there will be far more opportunities.

Travis Hunter decided to follow his head coach and top hall-of-fame cornerback, Deion Sanders to Colorado. Travis will fit right back into Coach Sander's system where he played on both the offensive and defensive side of the ball last season for Jackson State University.

Tony Grimes decided to join the Texas A&M Aggies who have seen the departure of 4 defensive backs through the transfer portal in just this past month. Grimes will make an immediate impact at corner as there isn't much competition for his spot.

Thank you for reading my post that covered all of the now-committed players from the transfer portal who I talked about in my last blog. In the near future, I will post my update #3 and talk about programs that have been the most successful in replenishing their teams with talent from the CFB transfer portal.

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[hoodharlow]

Prologue: Let Me Make Your Night

AN: this part one of my enemies to lovers fic with Joe Burrow and a latina!OC. diclaimer i know NOTHING about football. i thought this white boy was cute and decided to write about him. and a huge thank you to @heavyhitterheaux and @nattinatalia for letting me bounce ideas off with them ilysm <333

Requested? No

Warnings: smut angsty ending

Word Count: 4.8k words

February 2022

Astrid looked at her dad’s text messages and rolled her eyes. Sometimes she’d forget how much of a die hard fan he was of the San Diego Chargers, not the LA Chargers. In his eyes they don’t exist and the Chargers stopped being a real team until the end of 2016. So the fact that she was at SoFi Stadium, where the team resides now, for the superbowl was sending her dad into a frenzy. She invited him to join her, technically his good friend Guy Fieri invited them, but her dad said no and to be safe. 

“Astrid Romero, over here!” photographers yelled at her as she made her way to the box seats. 

She smiled and waved before nudging her best friend to keep walking. 

“Damn, you’re like famous, famous now.” Amira said in a teasing tone. 

“Oh hush.” Astrid said, shyly.

Astrid Romero was an up and coming actress. She starred in the soon to be released drama ‘The Perfect Family’ for HBOMax alongside Mark Ruffalo, Kid Cudi, Noah Centineo, Eva Longoria, Benjamin Bratt and other known actors. It was her first big TV role. The tv show that got her really started was the three episode arc on FBI where she played the daughter of sicario that got kidnapped on her walk to campus and Maggie and OA had to find her so there wouldn’t be a terf war between the carteles. After that she had small roles here and there. Her first movie role was the year before when she starred in an action rom-com movie with Jacob Elordi and Aaron Taylor Johnson. A lot of people compared the movie to ‘This Means War’ but how it was better because it wasn’t as cheesy and predictable as the 2012 movie.

Acting wasn’t her original plan when she moved to LA. She originally planned to study biology at USC and become a doctor like her mom. After she finished her degree in 2020, she planned on taking a gap year before starting med school at USC. Because she needed a job to maintain herself in LA, she interned with her godfather at Food Network. Guy was friends with her dad and the family restaurant was featured on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives a few years ago and since then her dad and Guy just clicked. He sometimes is a guest judge on Guy’s Grocery Games. 

Astrid mainly worked with the camera crew. It wasn’t until one day she had to fill in for Hunter, Guy Fieri’s oldest son, for an episode of Guy’s Grocery Games. Since then it was like she was hit with the acting bug and she needed to be in front of the camera. Thanks to her connections to Guy, she was able to book auditions and see what’s out there.

When she booked the movie with Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Jacob Elordi, she was nervous to tell her mom. Mostly out of fear of disappointing her mom that she was briefly going to Seattle for the movie because they had a plan for her to become a doctor. Fortunately for her, her mom was supportive of her and whatever she wanted to do. Both of her parents were very supportive of her and her three older brothers. 

Her two oldest were fraternal twins, Gael and Gabriel. They were four years older than Astrid and her other brother, Esteban, was two years older than her. The twins followed their parents' footsteps. Gael worked as a chef in Hillcrest and Gabriel was doing his residency at UCSD to become a doctor. Meanwhile Esteban played in a minor league baseball team in hopes he'd get scouted into a major league team. 

“J said Drake was able to add us to his list so we can go whenever we want.” Amira said, checking her phone. 

“Okay, I just have to say hi to Guy and get a picture with him so he can confirm to my dad that we were there with him.” Astrid said as they entered the large room. 

She spotted the blonde dip-dyed man and made a beeline toward him, making sure Amira was behind her. She greeted him and his family and got her picture with him. Astrid sent her dad the picture and linked arms with Amira. 

“Is that Martha Stewart?” Amira asked, nodding her head at the older woman. 

“Yes, wanna say hi?” Astrid asked. 

“I don’t know. I never met a convicted felon before.” she said, feigning fear. 

“Ay por favor.” Astrid laughed. 

She pulled Amira to where Martha was and waited a few seconds to greet her. 

“Hi, I’m Astrid Romero, my dad is Enrique Romero. My friend, Amira,  and I just wanted to say hi.” she told the older woman. 

“Hi,” Martha greeted them with both a hug and an air kiss on each cheek. She glanced down to Astrid’s nails. “I love your nails. They’re perfect for spring.”

“Thank you, actually Amira did them for me.” she said. She brought her nails up so the woman could see them better. They were clear acrylic nails, nude at the base, and hand small flowers all over for a spring theme. Her gold rings made her nails stand out more. 

Martha turned to Amira. “You’re so talented.”

“Oh, thank you.” she said shyly. 

Astrid excused herself and answered a text from her dad and left Amira talking to Martha. Amira walked over to her with the biggest smile on her face. 

“Bitch, I’m doing Martha’s nails.” she squealed as they made their way out of the room. 

“Shut up!” Astrid whisper-yelled. “I’m so excited.”

Astrid knew her friend was talented. Amira and Astrid met in their first year at USC. They were assigned to the same dorm. She ran a small nail business in their door to have spending money since her parents only covered her tuition, boarding, and other necessary school expenses. Just like Astrid, Amira got her degree, but didn’t pursue a career with it. After graduation she enrolled into cosmetology school and got her nail technician license. She has a decent following and worked from her apartment until she had enough to open her own nail salon. She also sold press on kits. Amira sometimes traveled with Astrid so she could do her nails for press and for red carpet events. Which was how Amira met her boyfriend, Jack Harlow.

In September Astrid was invited to the Met Gala by Tommy Hilfiger, who did the costumes for the movie she did with Jacob and Aaron. She brought out Amira and she did her nails in the suite Tommy got for everyone he was dressing. Jack spent the whole night asking Astrid about Amira, until she texted her friend asking if she could give Jack her number because he was annoying her. She said yes obviously and they’ve been together for a few months. Astrid also got a lot of compliments on her nails and she was telling them that her best friend Amira did them. From there Amira gained a huge celebrity following. 

The second they entered, Amira and Jack were attached to the hip. Astrid awkwardly sat next to Jack’s best friend, who fell asleep before the game even started. She decided to get up and venture out after getting bored of doing nothing. She tucked her pass inside so no one could snatch it if they walked past her and went to the room next door that was selling team gear and superbowl merch. She decided to get a jersey as a memento of her first superbowl. Knowing her father would drop dead if she bought a jersey from any of the LA teams, she decided to buy a Bengals jersey. She liked tigers and 1998, the year she was born, was the year of the tiger. 

"Good choice." Someone behind her said. 

Astrid turned back and was met with a tall figure, showing him the jersey. "You think so? I only picked this so my dad wouldn't disown me."

"Dang and here I thought you liked the team." The guy said, placing his hand on his chest. 

"We'll see how the game ends." She joked.

"Astrid?" Jack called from the entrance. He angrily stomped toward her. "Your best friend was about to call a search party. You can't just fucking leave like that."

"You two were swapping spit. It's not like I left the stadium." She said, pushing hair behind her ear. 

"Next time take your phone." He said, pulling her phone out of his pocket.

Astrid took her phone, feeling slightly embarrassed that Jack was scolding her like a child. 

"Jack?" The guy said, making his presence known. 

"Yeah–holy shit Joe, I didn't recognize you. What's up, man." Jack said, reaching forward to give the guy, who apparently is named Joe, a bro hug. 

Astrid waited a few seconds for Jack to introduce her to his very cute and tall friend, but the two guys fell into conversation. She got in line and paid for her jersey while Jack caught up with his friend. She sent him a text and returned to where Amira was. 

"Where the fuck were you?" Amira asked in a motherly tone. 

"Next door, getting a jersey." She said, taking off her oversized jacket so she could put on the jersey. 

"Who did you get?" 

"Not sure, I just picked number nine." Astrid said, folding the jersey so it looks cropped. She gestured down to her outfit. "Cute?"

"Yes, it's giving WAG supporting her man at the superbowl." Amira nodded. 

"You think I can be a WAG?" She asked. 

"You could be the Vanessa Hudgens of the NFL. Like people would know you and wonder how an NFL player was able to bag you." 

Astrid laughed at her response. While they waited for the game to start, poses ranging from corny prom poses to thirst trapping ones. Amira's boyfriend came back and the pair went back to overdoing the pda. To keep herself busy she decided to look up the player of the jersey she bought. She stared dumbfoundedly at her phone. 

She bought Joe Burrow's jersey.

That was the guy from the line when she was picking a jersey and began chatting her up. Then she went on Google because she was fairly positive that Jack mentioned him in one of his songs, the name sounded familiar. She was right and copied the lyric onto her Instagram post, adding a few pictures that she took with Amira. While she was on Instagram, she looked him up and without thinking she followed him. 

*

"I can't believe Astrid fucking Romero followed you." Ja'Maar told Joe as they got in the sprinter van with all the other players. After their loss, the team was going to a private party hosted by Kid Cudi. 

"Oh that," he shrugged it off.

In truth, Joe was over the moon. He didn't get a chance to get her name before she left the stand, but Jack said her name and he kept it on the back burner so he could look her up after the game. To his surprise, when he opened his notifications and saw people commenting his @ on her post where she used the line from Jack's song. He was even more surprised to see that she followed him. Obviously he followed her back and liked her post. 

He was going to invite her to the after party but he felt like it was too forward since they only had a two minute conversation. However he found a loophole and invited Jack, telling him he could bring some friends, but to let him know who he was bringing to add them to his VIP section. He was relieved to see her name among the small group Jack was bringing. 

When Joe and the rest of the team arrived at the club, it was in full swing. The dance floor was filled with people dancing and the bar was full. The VIP section Joe had was in the balcony overlooking the whole club. The club provided the team with unlimited bottle service and full access to the private bar in the balcony so they didn't go down where the non VIP guests were. 

Joe looked through the bottles and excused himself to go to the bar. A bartender approached him and took his order. They handed him his drink and went to tend to other people, walking up to the bar. 

"Is this seat taken?" Someone asked. 

He looked up and saw it was Astrid, shaking his head. "It is."

Her face dropped. "Oh, I’m sorry." 

"No, I meant that it is taken now that you're here." Joe corrected himself. 

"Oh, okay." She giggled. 

She took a seat as a bartender asked her what she wanted to drink. She leaned forward, allowing for Joe to take her in. She wore a short sparkly dress. There was a slit down her thigh, but it was fastened by two large, gold safety pins. It was loose-fitting but it knew where to hug her body. The club lights bounced off her dress, making her tan skin glow and the few tattoos she had shine. All in all, she looked beautiful. 

"I'm sorry about the game." She said, crossing her leg. 

Joe shrugged. "We'll get them next time. 

"I know but as a new fan, I was a little sad my new team lost." Astrid pouted. 

"I promise you next time we make it to the super bowl, we'll win just for you." He said. 

"I'm holding you to it." She said, making him laugh.

Astrid and Joe fell into conversation. They were mainly focused on Joe and the teams he played in college. Joe was a bit hesitant about talking about himself because he was used to other people only pretending and not paying any attention to what he said. It was refreshing to talk to Astrid. She was a good listener and knew the right questions to ask him. He was able to relax with her and have a normal conversation with her.

'What a Feeling' by One Direction began playing and Astrid perked up. 

"Do you wanna dance?" She asked Joe. 

"Sure." He nodded. She could ask him to rob a bank and he would. 

She placed a hundred dollar bill to cover their drinks under their drinks and reached for his hand. She led him to the dance floor. They stood off to the side, so they wouldn’t draw attention to themselves. 

Joe was unsure where to place his hands so he kept them at his sides. Astrid brought his hands to her hips while she wrapped her arms around him. They slowly danced, swaying from side to side. For a change of pace the DJ played 'Bouncin' by Tinashe. This time Astrid turned around and pressed her back against Joe. Luckily this time around, he knew what he was doing. He gently pushed her down and kept his hand on her back as he rolled his hips into her ass.  

The DJ was all over the place after the sing ended. They played a bunch of songs from reggaeton to line dancing. After an hour, or what felt like an hour, of dancing, Astrid and Joe made their way back to the VIP section. They ordered some water and sat back on the stools. 

Joe's stomach growled loud enough that Astrid was able to hear it. He gave her a sheepish look. 

"Sorry, I haven’t eaten since this morning." He said. 

"I know this twenty-four hour taco shop. For being in LA they have decent Mexican food. Plus it's super low-key if you wanna go." She suggested. 

"I would kill for a burrito right now." 

"Lucky for you, you won’t have to." Astrid teased. "I’m going to tell my friends that I’m leaving. Do you want to meet here in five?"

"Sounds like a plan." Joe nodded. 

They went their separate ways. Joe went to where his teammates were and told them he was heading out. While he waited for Astrid he ordered an UberLux. Jeff was showing up in five minutes in a Range Rover. 

"All set." Astrid said when she came back.

She went down to the dance floor and told Amira and Jack she was leaving with Joe. Amira reminded her to share her location and if her plans changed to let her know. 

"Let's go." He said. 

There were paps posted and got a few pictures of Joe and Astris, but thanks to security, they weren't followed. Astrid wore a huge oversized jacket that she used to shield her face from the cameras. She also hid behind Joe's tall frame. They reached their designated Uber, Astrid placed her jacket over her so she wouldn't be photographed as paps took pictures of the car. Once they were a few streets out, she pulled her jacket off and fixed her hair. 

The drive was pretty quiet. The Uber driver kept to himself, making small talk here and there. In less than half an hour the driver pulled up to the taco shop. The pair thanked him and made their way towards the door. Joe held the door open for them and let Astrid in first. 

“Hasta que se aparece.” a cook from back told Astrid when they got in line. 

“Tenía unas entrevistas en Nueva York.” She replied back to him. Astrid turned back to Joe. “Are you ready to order or do you need a minute?” 

“Uh,” Joe lost his train of thought watching a server carry a plate of rolled tacos with all the toppings to a table. “What’s that?”

“Rolled tacos. You can pick from chicken, beef or potato. They come with lettuce, guac, sour cream and cheese.” Astrid explained. 

“I think I’ll get some chicken ones.” He said. He looked up to the menu and read the drinks section. “And a Mexican coke.” 

“Noted.” she said.

When it was their turn to order, Astrid ordered for them. She ordered five carne asada tacos and a horchata for herself. Joe was ready to pay, but she stopped him since he paid for the Uber. She got their drinks and lead Joe towards the back where there weren’t any windows, in case anyone walked by and recognized him. There was a group of tipsy young women sharing a tray of carne asada fries, laughing among themselves over some party they went to. They looked over to Joe and Astrid as if they were trying to figure out where they saw them, but they went back to their food. 

A server came by with Joe and Astrid’s food a few minutes later.

“Do you want salsa?” Astrid asked him. 

“I’m good.” He said, sipping his drink.

Astrid got up and went to get some for her tacos. She put some habanero salsa and salsa verde in the small containers and grabbed a few slices of radishes and limes. She was going to sit opposite of him but decided to sit next to him. 

Joe was waiting patiently for her to come back so he could eat. He reached for a rolled taco from the pile and took a big bite. He groaned. 

“This is so fucking good.” he said before taking another bite. “They don't have food like this back home.”

“They don’t have rolled tacos in Minnesota?” Asrtid asked him. 

“Why would I know what they have in Minnesota?” Joe asked her.

“Isn’t that where you play?” 

“No, Cincinnati is in Ohio.” He shook his head. 

Astrid burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh that’s embarrassing.” 

“You’re such a fake fan.” he teased her. 

“At least the states were next to each other.” she said. 

“Minnesota and Ohio aren’t next to each other.” he laughed. 

“In my defense, the only states I’ve been to outside of California were New York, Washington,and Florida.” 

“Maybe you can come catch a game in Ohio.” he said nonchalantly before eating another rolled taco.

“Hm, maybe, but Minnesota is looking pretty cool too.” she sipped her drink.

They ate in comfortable silence. When they finished, they sat there talking about anything and everything. The more Joe talked to her the more was interested in getting to know her. He studied her face, eyeing her lips while she drank her horchata.

“Is there something on my face?” Astrid asked him, reaching for a napkin from the dispenser.

“No,” Joe shook his head. 

“Oh you were staring and I assume–”

“I wanted to kiss you.” he said shyly.

“Oh don’t let me stop you.” she said a little too excitedly, making him snort.

Joe cupped her face and he slowly leaned into her, capturing her lips. The kiss was slow like a test in the waters. Lust quickly took over as their kiss intensified. He held her in place with his other arm as his lips dominated her. She was practically on his lap now. Astrid whimpered into his mouth when Joe deepened the kiss. They pulled away, breathless.

“Wanna know a fun fact about this place?” Astrid asked him.

“Hm,” he mumbled in response, kissing down her neck. 

“It’s a five minute walk from my place.”

*

What was supposed to be a five minute walk turned into a fifteen minute walk because they had to take five minute breaks with each step. Joe pressed Astrid into her door next to the car gate and leaned in to kiss her, but she curved him. She gently nudged him off, so she could press the code to unlock the gate to her condo.

Once inside her place, Astrid gently pushed Joe against the door. She dropped to her knees. 

“May I have a taste?” She asked sweetly as she took off her jacket. 

“I’m not gonna last, it’s been months since I had some.” He confessed. 

“That’s fine.” she smiled. 

She skillfully undid his belt and popped the buttons of his jeans. She slid her hand into his boxers and pulled out his cock. It was much bigger than she planned for, but she was committed to making him come in her mouth. She reached for her liga and tied her hair into a low bun. She pulled down the top part of her dress, revealing her chest to him. 

She stroked him a few times. She pulled away and sat on her knees, still stroking him. Her eyes never left Joe’s as she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. Joe closed his eyes, enjoying her mouth on him. She quietly moaned, slipping him further into her mouth. She pulled away until she only had his tip. She swirled her tongue around his tip and slid down his length once more. 

Eventually Joe opened his eyes. He was able to see Astrid play with herself through a full length mirror she had facing the door. He slowly bucked his hips to meet her mouth. She took him back in her mouth, bobbing her head, just as he came. He cursed a few times then moaned out Astrid’s name, as she swallowed every drop of his release.

“You’re unbelievable.” He said, reaching down to help her up.

“Yeah?” she asked him.

“Mhm.” he nodded, pulling her back into a kiss. 

Without breaking their kiss, Astrid guided him down the hallway to her living room. Joe bent down and picked her up by the back of her thighs, carrying her a large beige couch. He gently pushed her down on the couch as he shedded off his clothes, only staying in his boxer-briefs. She laid on her back while he hovered over her. He gave her hips a gentle squeeze before he slid his hands up to her breasts. His thumbs delicately ran over her pert nipples as she melted into his hands. Joe helped her out of her dress and panties and tossed them to the growing pile of clothes.

One of his hands made its way back to her hips and lazily ran his finger tips around her core, sending her goosebumps all over. With the other, he balanced himself so he wouldn’t squish her.

Astrid gasped feeling his ring and middle finger inside of her. Joe pressed his thumb to her clit and sped up his fingers. She whined and placed her head on his shoulder.

“Eyes on me, Astrid.” He said.

She moaned as his fingers fucked into her at a deliciously slow pace. As if her hips had a mind of their own, they followed Joe’s fingers. In a matter of minutes she was close.

“Joe…” she gasped

“I know, Astrid.” He pressed his thumb against her clit and increased his pace.

“Sh–Joe!” She climaxed.

Joe’s fingers were still in her. He pushed himself up, hovering over her. He deftly rubbed her clit with his thumb as he made his way down her body. His mouth went straight to her breasts. He gently nipped under them, kissing her tattoos while his free hand was on her nipples, twisting and rubbing them. His tongue traced her pert peaks, egging her on.

Astrid whined loudly. She was so overwhelmed, desperate for some sort of relief. Joe chuckled. He pushed himself off her. Pulling her in a sitting position, he knelt down in front of her. He pushed her legs apart and smirked.

“Taste for taste?” 

*

Astrid had no idea how they ended up in her bed or what round they were on, but she wasn’t complaining. She never been so thoroughly fucked. The most the guys she’s been with do is maybe give her an orgasm and if she’s lucky they eat her out before they fall asleep on her. It’s a complete 180 with Joe. Granted he allegedly hadn’t had some in months, but still he had lot of stamina. 

“Oh, fuck, just like that Joe.” She moaned out as he thrusted his into her. 

Astrid was riding him with her back to him. Her legs tucked under Joe’s thighs. She leaned forward and gripped the comforter in front of her for balance as she bounced on his cock. She felt him sit up and press his chest on her back. One his hands wandered down to her clit, slowly drawing figure eights with his thumb while the other played with her nipples.

“Fuck,” she managed to murmur before her climax took over. She repeated his name as she slowed her movements.

“You got one more?” Joe asked. 

“Yes.” she nodded.

“That’s what I like to hear.” he grinned. 

Joe pulled his length out of her and positioned her so that only her ass was in the air for him, so she wouldn't be on all fours. He knew she was exhausted from all those previous rounds. He knelt in front of her and aligned himself to her entrance, slowly pushing himself in her once more. His hands gripped her waist as he slowly rocked into her. As the minutes passed, his thrusts got rougher, and Astrid couldn’t hold back. She begged Joe to keep fucking her at that irritatingly slow and rough pace she loved. He leaned over, his chest against her back.

“Fuck.” Joe moaned out.

His lips kissed all over her neck as he continued to fuck Astrid. She rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts.

“That’s it, take me so good, Astrid.” He groaned in her ear. Joe shifted his hips as he thrusted into her. The new angle hit her in that spot that made her beg for him.

“Please, fuck—”

She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went back down to her clit. Joe worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Astrid. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. Joe’s orgasm followed soon after. He cried her name and pushed himself deep inside Astrid, spilling every last drop in her. 

He plopped next to her, careful not to squish her. He brushed her hair off her face. 

“Was it good?” he asked her nervously.

“More than good.” she nodded sleepily. 

They laid in silence, trying to catch their breaths. Eventually Astrid got up to use the bathroom and clean herself up. She washed her face removing the make up and Joe’s release from when he came on her face a few rounds ago. She exited the bathroom and found it empty. She figured that Joe went to get his clothes in the living room. But she heard a car pull outside her place. She pushed the curtains to the side to get a view and saw Joe get in the car.

Never in a million years did she expect him to leave so abruptly. Obviously it was one time thing and nothing was going to come out of their hook up. But she deserved at least a goodbye. 

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow smut #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow imagine #behind the scenes

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Guardian angel neil pls!! I missed the boy

WIP Wednesday (4/3) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 152)

Andrew wakes with a gasp on the dorm’s couch, his heart pounding in his chest and his head throbbing to the same tune. He moves to sit up, rubs at his eyes before taking in the difference in scenery. He’s not with Neil, they’re not— They didn’t— 

But it felt so real. It— Andrew looks down at his hand and he can feel the ridges of Neil’s scar against his thumb, the warmth under his palm, the way the angel tilted his head. His lips… They were chapped. They… 

Andrew licks his own lips, hoping to find the taste of Neil’s on them. He doesn’t. It was a dream, he reminds himself. A very vivid, very… interesting dream. He coughs and looks around, checking for relatives and Kevins. But it seems that the others aren’t home yet. Thankfully. 

Wait. They’re not home yet. Andrew rustles the sofa cushions until his phone falls out and its clock reveals he was only asleep for about ten minutes. He’s got a good hour till the others get back. A good hour to spend with the real, non-dream, non-kissy, Neil.

Andrew leaps to his feet and immediately regrets it when all the blood rushes to his head and it feels like someone just crashed a pair of cymbals over his skull. It seems his little nap hasn’t helped his headache at all. Andrew wants to pull his brain out and shake it around until it stops.

But instead he sits there for a moment. Is Neil really worth suffering in the sunlight for? Andrew considers it for a moment and hates himself for his answer. However, he thinks he may have a solution. Or rather, Kevin might. (To the light sensitivity, not to his ridiculous feelings.)

Andrew rises slowly and goes into the bedroom to look through Kevin’s things. It doesn’t take long to find what he’s looking for: a red baseball cap with a golden USC logo on the front. Well, he supposes it’s actually a stick-ball cap. But either way, it’ll do the job. Andrew sticks it on his head and pulls the brim down over his eyes. Yes, this will definitely work.

For good measure, Andrew snatches a pair of Nicky’s huge sunglasses. After he pushes them on, he heads upstairs.

#hehe dream sequence! sorry everyone but i needed andrew to have a gay ass dream about neil. it just... had to happen. <3 #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Guardian Angel Neil AU #🕊️ #answered #angry-kid-with-no-money

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ WTF Just Happened!

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Previous: When it All Falls Apart

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When Frank woke up this morning, he was expecting a quiet morning, his Cricket meeting him for lunch before practice.  He did not foresee the nightmare he was walking into. 

The phone rang and Frank saw his cell phone sitting on the bar top.  He answered.  “Hello?” 

“Hello, is this Frank Adler?” 

“Speaking.”  

“Mr. Adler, this is Dr. Green from USC emergency room.  We have an Abigail Hernandez that has been admitted and you are listed as her emergency contact.”  

“Is she ok?” 

“She was admitted last night via emergency transport with some severe injuries. We need you to come down right away.”  

“Is she...oh god,” Frank dropped the phone and his knees buckled. Scott made a grab for him.  

“Johnny!”  Scott picked up the phone, “I’m sorry Frank dropped the phone.”  

“I understand. Miss Hernandez is at USC and...” 

“No, I understand, we’ll be right over.” Scott hung up as Johnny was trying to coax Frank into a chair.  “Frank, we have to go.”  

“Nugget? Cricket?” 

“Shit, Johnny can you drive him to USC Medical and I will wait for Mary and meet you there.”  

“Yes, of course.  C’mon man, we need to get to your girl.” When he didn’t move, Johnny got right into Frank’s face. “Adler, are you with us?” 

Frank’s eyes look lost. “Is she...” 

“We don’t know. We got to get to the hospital.”  

Frank nodded and grabbed his phone and wallet.  Johnny climbed into his SUV and Frank was in the passenger seat. He couldn’t speak. What the hell had happened? She was fine, he told himself.  He repeated that to himself as Johnny drove as fast as he could.  

Once they reached the hospital, Frank and Johnny ran into hospital.  “Hi, I’m looking for Abigail Hernandez.”  

“She’s in the critical care unit. Fifth floor.”  

In the elevator, Johnny tried to comfort Frank.  “I’m sure it's just a precaution.”  

“Right.”  

“Frank...” 

“Johnny,” Frank turned to face his friend. “She needs to be ok.” 

“She will be.”  

“You don’t understand. I can’t lose her. I just... fuck, I just got her back.” A single tear fell from his eye and down his cheek.  

“Let’s just talk to the doctors, ok?”  The doors opened and Frank went to the desk. “For Abigail Hernandez?” 

“You are?” 

“Frank Adler.”  

“Are you family?” 

He closed his eyes.  “I’m her husband.  Can I see my wife please?” 

Two weeks prior... Las Vegas  Frank stared at the little chapel and back at his girl. “You’re not serious.” She smiled shyly. “Abigail, I want to marry you, but I want to do it right. I want to propose, I want to ask... well I want to do right by you.”   “What were you going to say?” Abby’s blood was like ice running through her. “What were you going to say Frank?”  “I want to ask your dad again.  For permission.”   “What? Again?”  “I had asked your dad right before I started the playoff run. Five years ago. He said I didn’t need his permission, but I had his blessing to finish what I had started and become the man he wanted for his daughter.”    Abby’s eyes began to sparkle with unshed tears. “You did?” Her voice cracked a little.  “I was going to ask that Christmas but..”.Frank sighed, letting his head fall forward.  “I want to do this right.”  “Frankie, I don’t want to live my life without you anymore.  I know my parents will be thrilled.”   Frank looked into her eyes. “You deserve more Cricket. You deserve the world.”   “I have the world when I’m with you.” She kissed him softly. “Let’s call them.”   After speaking with her parents, who were thrilled at the idea, even if they missed this one, Frank promised they would do it again in Boston, however way Abby wanted it. Her dad gave his blessing. Frank looked at his girl as they walked back to the hotel. “No, wait I have to do this right.”   “Frankie?”  Frank pulled out his wallet and grabbed something.  “I’ve had this for almost six years and it’s yours baby.” He held up a ring.  And in the middle of Las Vegas, in front of the fountains that Abby loved, he got down on one knee.  “Marry me?”  “Yes!” Frank pulled her into his arms and spun her around, ignoring all the people that were clapping for them. He put the ring on and kissed her softly.  “Give me a day, Cricket.  One day, so we can make it as special as possible and then after the season, we have another one. But I would like your parents to be here with Mary and Scott.”   “Ok, I can do that.” Abby smiled. “Tomorrow, June 13th  is our day.”   After making arrangements to fly Mary and Scott and Abby’s parents in, Abby and Frank married at the chapel in Bellagio instead of by Elvis. Because Frank wanted this to be a day to be remembered. The day he married the love of his life.  

 Frank couldn’t hold in his distress when he was allowed into Abby’s room.  She was hooked up to lines in her arms, her head wrapped in gauze.  Her beautiful eyes were closed but he could see the bruising starting to form.  Her wrist was in a cast.  “Cricket,” he whispered.  The only thing that he knew was she was alive by the heart monitor and the rising of her chest.  

“Mr. Adler?” 

Frank looked at a doctor in scrubs holding a tablet. “Yes?” 

“I’m Dr. Green. I was the attending on duty when your wife was brought in.”  

“Oh.” Frank heart clenched as he heard Abby being referred to as his wife for the first time.  “Is she going to be ok?” 

“Her injuries are moderate, but she should make a full physical recovery.  She had a cut to the scalp, a broken rib and wrist and a lot of contusions or bruising on her body.”  

“Was it a car accident?” Frank looked back at his wife. “Sorry, nobody explained...” 

“I’m not sure.  A neighbor found her on her lawn.  He called 911 and came in with her. He’s in the waiting room.”  

Johnny cleared his throat.  “Was she at her home?” 

“Yeah, the police will want to speak with you, Mr. Adler.”  

Frank nodded.  “Can I just sit with her for a minute?  Is she... can she...” 

“She is under heavy sedation right now for the pain.  She can wake up at any time. If she is in pain, there is a pump for the pain medicine.  All she has to do is click the receiver.”  

“Thank you, umm, I … thank you.”  

“I’ll be back to check on her.” The doctor left the room and Frank moved forward to sit on a chair next to her bed. He looked her over, wondering what had happened to his girl.  A sob broke through, and Johnny was right behind him, squeezing his shoulder.  

“Cricket, I’m here,” he sobbed, bowing his head. “Baby, please wake up and look at me.” He kissed her hand and kept staring at her until another knock on the door. “Mr. Adler?” Frank looked up and saw two officers at the door. “Yes?” 

“We just wanted to talk to you concerning Dr. Hernandez. We understand this is a difficult time but...” 

“No, it's fine. I want to know what happened.  The last time I saw her... she was fine.  She was perfect. I don’t understand what happened.”  

“Uh, Mr. Storm if you could step out for just a few minutes.”  Johnny nodded.  “I’ll be outside Frank if you need anything.  I’m going to call Todd.” 

“Thanks.” Frank turned back to the officers. “Please tell me what happened to her.”  

“That’s what we are trying to find out. Why was Dr. Hernandez at the home?” 

“She was moving out of the home she shared with Michael Weiss. She was leaving him after we got married. We had previously been together and separated and we reconnected. We got married about two weeks ago in Las Vegas.” Frank looked back at Abby.  “She went back to get her stuff. I saw her at the stadium with John Storm and she kissed me goodbye.”  

“And last evening?” 

“I was with Storm and my nanny Scott Evans at my home.  My niece Mary was at a slumber party.”  

“Did you hear from Dr. Hernandez?” 

“No, nothing. It's not unusual. Sometimes when she’s working, she gets focused. When I hadn’t heard from her this morning, I waited because it was still early.” Frank wiped his eyes.  “Please tell me what happened.”  

“We are still trying to figure that out.  We need to speak to her when she wakes up.  But when her neighbor, Mr. Thomas, called 911, he said he heard someone screaming.  He came out and a car peeled away from the home but didn’t see the driver.  He walked over and saw Abigail walking out and collapsed in his arms.  They rushed her here.  When we searched the home, that’s when we found her ID.  It took us awhile to get someone from the Dodgers to get her emergency contact information.”  

“Was Weiss there?”  

“We haven’t found evidence that he was in the residence at the time.  They do have a camera set up and Mr. Weiss was seen leaving via Taxi a couple of weeks ago with a suitcase but no proof he had returned.”  

“Ok, ok, but no video of who may have done this?” Frank clenched his fist.  

“No, the camera didn’t pick up anything, they are just out of frame.”  

“Frankie?” 

Frank whipped around to see Abby moving slightly. “Cricket! Oh god!” He ran back to her side and took her hand kissing it.  “Baby, I’m here.”  

“Uh, it hurts,” she cried. “Frankie, it hurts!”  

“Ok, baby, ok, here,” pressing the trigger for the pain meds in her hand.  She pressed it a couple of times.  Her body began to relax, and she looked at Frank. “Diane,” she whispered.  

“What baby?”  

“Diane,” she repeated as she closed her eyes again. 

“Cricket, baby?” 

Abby fell asleep again.  

“Who is Diane?” the detective asked.  

“The only Diane we know is my sister. The last time I saw her was during our custody hearing when I was granted sole custody of her daughter, my niece.” Frank shook his head.  “I don’t understand.”  

“We’ll look into it.” The detective handed him a card.  “When she is ready, have her give us a call. I’m thankful she is going to make a full recovery.” Frank shook their hands and they left.  Johnny came back in.  

“How is she?” 

“She woke up for a moment, but the pain meds put her back to sleep.”  Frank stroked her hair. “Thank you, Johnny, for being here.”  

“You’re one of my best friends Frank. Anything you need?” 

“I need her to wake up and I need to know why she’s calling out my sister’s name.” 

Twenty-four hours later... 

Frank leaned back in the recliner.  He was so tired, but he couldn’t sleep. Not until Abby was awake and with them again.  She had been in and out of consciousness while the pain med took over.  She would see him but begin to cry immediately.  The hardest part was calling her parents and explaining what had happened.  The detectives still didn’t have answers.  Mike was nowhere to be found. Diane had dropped off the face of the earth a year ago.  His mother was no help. Frank was frustrated.  

Scott kept Mary at home, with Frank explaining that Abby was not feeling well and he was going to be staying with her.  Mary cried, wanting to help Abby like she had done for her.  It broke his heart but he promised that as soon as Abby was up for it, she would call.  

The Dodgers were concerned that a member of their staff was attacked.  But after learning from Frank some of the details of their relationship, they put Frank on the bereavement list for the time being, offering no other explanation to the press except that it was a family emergency.  

Frank kept vigil at his wife’s side, never letting go of her hand if he could help it.  He drifted off into a fitful sleep and thought back to his wedding night.  

After their ceremony, Frank and Abby had dinner with their families before they left again. After Abby kissed Mary and promised her they would have a girl’s day, Frank and Abby head back to their room.  On their floor, Frank swept Abby into his arms with her giggles and walked in.  “What the...”  The room had been transformed.  Candles and roses had been spread around the room.  A bottle of champagne on ice was in the middle with a note.   Congratulations from the Bellagio  Frank smiled and popped it open, pouring both glasses.  “For you, Dr. Adler.”   Abby smiled.  “I like that. To us, Mr. Adler.”   “To us, my Cricket.” Frank took a sip, never taking his eyes off of her.  “God, you are beautiful.”  She blushed and hid her face.  He took her glass and set it down.  He grasped her chin to tilt it to meet his eyes. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears. “No hiding. You’re my wife and I will tell you that you are beautiful every day.”   “Frankie...” A single tear slipped down her cheek.   “No Cricket. I don’t know what he’s done to you, but you are the most beautiful girl in the world.  You are the best doctor in the world.  You’re my Cricket and I love you so much.” He kissed her softly. She held onto his shirt as he walked her back to their bed. “Can I make love to you, Abigail?”  “Yes,” she breathed. He spun her around and pulled down the zipper of her dress. It was a simple ivory dress that set off her tan skin and dark hair. Frank skimmed her shoulders and pushed the straps down gently.   “Fuck, I’m a lucky bastard.” Frank let his eyes wander over his wife. “Perfect.” His fingertips skated over her smooth skin. “Mine.”   “Frankie,” she moaned as he teased through the silk of her panties. “Please.”   “You need me, Cricket?”  “I’ve needed you for five years. Make me forget the last five years.”   It was slow, meticulous and perfect. Frank made slow love to his wife. The wife that should have been in his bed the last five years.  He made sure that she felt everything.  Every thrust, every touch, every bit of pleasure she deserved.  Her eyes shed the tears she had been holding in. He was hers, finally.   As they reached the end, Franks stared into her brown eyes.  Eyes that made him lost in the universe. “I love you.”   “I love you.”  

Frank feels his hair ruffle, a tender touch. He slowly blinks his eyes and lifts his head and sees the most beautiful brown eyes look at him. “Abby,” he breathes. He reached up to cup her bruised face. “My Cricket, you’re with me.”  

“Frankie, what happened?” Abby was sore, in pain in some places and confused.  

“You have blows to your head, your ribs and a broken wrist.” Frank kisses the wrap around her wrist. “We don’t know what happened.  We’ve been waiting for you to wake up and tell us what you remember.” Frank looks at her eyes.  “You’re still beautiful.”  

Abby cracked a giggle but hissed at the pain in her side. “Fuck that hurts. Ahh,” her head rests back on the pillow. “You’re a shit liar, Adler.”  

Frank shakes his head. “Not lying.  I promised that I would tell you every day that you’re beautiful.” He sighed. “The detectives want to talk to you, love. But first, are you hungry, thirsty, horny?” 

Another giggle escaped. “Frankie, don’t make me laugh,” she groaned. 

“Sorry love. Seriously, anything?” 

“I want to see Mary. I want to see our girl.”  

“Sweetheart, we should wait. She's gonna have questions and I don’t know how to answer her.” Frank kissed her head. “Do you remember anything?” 

Abby chewed her lip. “Yes.” 

“Was it Diane?” 

She nodded. “Frankie, she said something right before.” Frank grounded his teeth, trying to keep calm but Abby swallowed. “Mike, he’s going to be a bigger problem.”  

“Why do you say that?” 

“I think Mike is Mary’s father.”

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[dhart4214]

WHY BASEBALL & SOFTBALL ARE THE MOST CHALLENGING SPORTS (according to me)

AND WHY THEY ARE CONSEQUENTLY THE MOST DIFFICULT, WHICH IS A PERTINENT REASON WHY IN MY OPINION THEY ARE THE BEST SPORTS BEFORE I START… I should clarify that when I say softball, I mean fast pitch softball and not the pick-up kind that I play on Saturdays… The reason why baseball and (fast pitch) softball are the most difficult sports in my view is a straight-forward one… If you’re a wide…

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[athletic-collection]

Will Watson

#baseball #usc trojans #pitcher #will watson

[bearterritory]

Trey Newmann held Stanford hitless through three plus innings en route to his third win of the season.

CAL DOWNS STANFORD AGAIN

BEARS BEAT CARDINAL ON THE ROAD

Newmann Tosses A Gem; Bullpen Delivers

STANFORD – The California baseball team got a tremendous pitching performance from freshman Trey Newmann and the offense pounded out seven extra base hits as the Golden Bears defeated Stanford 7-4 on Sunday afternoon at the Sunken Diamond.   Newmann pitched brilliantly in his eighth start of the season. He tossed a season-high 5.2 innings and did not allow a hit until the fourth inning. He finished the afternoon surrendering four hits, four runs, with two walks and six strikeouts.   Offensively, Cal (26-15, 12-10 Pac-12) brought the lumber, clubbing five doubles, a triple and a home run. Peyton Schulze went 3-for-5 with his 17th double of the year. He finished his productive day clubbing his sixth home run of the season in the ninth. Max Handron also had a three hit day, going 3-for-4 with a run scored and an RBI. Nico Button went 1-for-5 with two RBI and Jag Burden went 3-for-4. The bottom of the order went a combined 10-for-18 with five runs scored and four driven in.

Stanford finished the afternoon with four runs on eight hits. The Cardinal were led by Owen Cobb who went 3-for-5 with a run scored. Jimmy Nati and Brandon Larson drove in two apiece.   With Newmann dealing, Cal's offense quickly got to work. Green Jr. got the Bears on the board in the top of the second. He led off the inning with a walk, he moved to third on a failed pickoff attempt and scored on the base hit to right field from Handron.   Cal added three more in the fourth. Handron and Schulze led off the frame with back-to-back singles. Button continued his hot hitting – clubbing a double the other way to score both runners. A bunt single by Burden put runners at the corners for Advincula who slapped a single to left field to score Button and make it 4-0 Cal.   The early run support allowed Newmann to attack the Cardinal hitters. Stanford got its first base hit of the game in the bottom of the fourth. A weakly hit ground ball was enough for Cort MacDonald to beat out a throw to first. Newmann quickly erased the runner and put another zero on the board getting a 6-3 double play.   In the top of the sixth Cal scored two more. Burden started the rally drawing a walk and scored on the little league home run from Advincula. Advincula blistered a ball to the gap in right center for a stand up triple and came in on a throwing error by the Cardinal – their fourth of the game.   In the sixth inning the Cardinal made it interesting. Newmann recorded two outs and had Nati on a two-strike count but could not put him away. Nati doubled down the left field line that scored two runs. The next batter, Larson jumped all over a 1-0 offering for his fourth home run of the year. Tyler Stasiowski entered the game in the top of the sixth and quickly got the Bears back in the dugout recording the first of his two strikeouts.   The Bears' bullpen was brilliant over the final 2.1 innings. Stasiowski went 1.1 innings allowing a hit and a walk with two strikeouts. Austin Turkington earned his second save shutting the door on the Cardinal over two scoreless innings.

The loss went to Stanford starter Ryan Speshyock (0-3) who could not get out of the second inning. He allowed two hits a run and a walk while striking out three.   Cal wraps up its seven-game road trip this weekend at USC when they take on the Trojans for three.

#Go Bears! #UC Berkeley #Roll on you Bears #Cal sports #This Is Bear Territory #Go Bears #California athletics #Beat Stanford

[roachmattea]

I LOVE UCONN SOOOOOO MUCH but well my mother is a usc graduate and i do like living in her house… i shall not speak out loud but PAIGE BUECKERS AND KK ARNOLD MY GIRLIESSSSS…. i love juju too but 😭 sobs. im a new avs fan this szn-ish (rocky mountains for the win) but one of my best friends has also deemed me a new york sports fan so i watch the rangers from a distance and also the flyers because they have silly guy energy. some of the leafs have silly guy energy too DEFINITELY!! sports for the Win okay thats all !! im rambling its a coping mechanism for procrastinating my stupid english essay

FUCK I THOUGHT I RESPONED TO THIS ROWE IN MY MIND I DID ANYWAY PAIGE AND KKKKKKK MY LOVES AND NIKA AND AALIYAH AND ASH IAND EVERYONE IM FORGETTING I LOVE THEM ALL SOOOOO MUCH ....... omg does ur mom follow really intensely ??? thats crazywild omg... the rangers are so silly and LEAFS !!!! YES!!! my silly boys when i remember to watch them ... sports for the win i love sports if you ever follow baseball lmk bc the jays are my boys even if they suck sometimes

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[baseballbybsmile]

Today In 1927: Lucky kids crowd around baseball legends Babe Ruth & Lou Gehrig on the sidelines of the Notre Dame vs. USC football game at Soldier Field, Chicago! (color by BSmile)

[kingofrandomthoughts]

DON'T LIKE HISTORY

People keep telling me they're not into history. If they're thinking about high school, textbooks, or documentaries on the history channel, then I understand completely. Forced learning stinks for sure. Especially when it's about something long ago or in a faraway land.

I see it differently. I would argue that most love history. Their formal K-12 school education setting and style aren't the first thing I see. Like the title character in the August Rush movie, history "is all around us."

We think of famous architecture and landmarks.

It almost doesn't matter what you do enjoy. Most likely, you do enjoy history. Let me prove it to you.

Sports is the number one pastime in America. Can a football fan tell you the famous players and games by their team? If I say, Walter Payton or Joe Montana, do they know who I'm talking about? Of course, they do. Just like Wayne Gretzky or Bobby Orr in hockey,

Mickey Mantle and Ozzie Smith in baseball,

or Michael Jordan and Wilt Chamberlain in basketball. They know about the Ice Bowl, the Miracle on Ice, the 1989 Bay Area World Series, and recognize the Triple Crown Award (more than one sport).

How about Heisman Winners in the past? How many great college players can you name that were terrible in the pros? I can name several and I am no expert. Who were the best college players ever?

Has anyone ever moved through a defensive line like Barry Sanders or will anyone ever again? I miss watching that guy play!

Car buffs love their cars. Some love the Shelby Cobra and others go back to the Duesenberg and Vauxhall's.

Cars have become a part of Hollywood lore as well, with Knight Rider, The Dukes of Hazzard, The A-Team, the Batmobile, the Ghostbusters ambulance, and Jurassic Park jeeps.

I love movies and thought about going to USC for film school. If I spoke about Steven Spielberg affecting people with his movies, would it make sense? Jaws made people afraid to go into the water. Indiana Jones made people want to explore. His movies moved the public's perception from fear of Orson Welles' War of the Worlds

to his own tale of wonder in Close Encounters of the Third Kind and then to an awkward loveable buddy E.T.

Schindler's List broke the world's heart with portrayals of the holocaust. Jurassic Park brought dinosaurs back to life.

Do you realize that Jurassic Park was released in June of 1993? I graduated high school months before. Now I feel old.

Even in television shows, what was your favorite? Was it Mash? It was a rare combination of heart-clutching realities, tender moments, and needed comic relief. I watched the final episode.

Maybe it was Seinfeld or Friends.

Or Alex Trebek who's no longer with us, just like Robin Williams. Such great entertainment history.

I love music and its history.

Most who love cooking have heard the name Julia Child. I know people that were friends. She was a legend.

Collect shoes? Here's a picture of Chuck Taylor sneakers from their first go-round.

I love business history and remember this well.

Fashion is an obsession in America. Even I know about Oscar de la Renta, Tom Ford, Ralph Lauren, Stella McCartney, and Versace.

I love the scene in the movie The Devil Wears Prada, with Meryl Streep explaining to Anne Hathaway where her careless fashion choices were decided by the people in the room.

"This… “stuff”? Oh, okay. I see you think this has nothing to do with you.

You… go to your closet, and you select… I don’t know, that lumpy blue sweater for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back, but what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise, it’s not lapis, it’s actually cerulean.

You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that, in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns, and then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent, wasn’t it?… who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here.

And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin.

However, that blue represents millions of dollars of countless jobs, and it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry, when in fact, you’re wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room… from a pile of “stuff.”

Undoubtedly, Hatheway's character was unaware and probably didn't care, but everyone in the room did. It is the world they love and they know the history very well.

One more for the crowd. Who remembers playing these?

I wish we'd talk about the history of our loves that way. History still evokes emotion and memories, even just seeing pictures.

Don't you love sports history, cinema history, art history, fashion history, business history, and automobile history?

Maybe it's just me and my random thought for today.

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Kenneth S. Washington (August 31, 1918 – June 24, 1971) was a football player who was the first African-American to sign a contract with an NFL team in the modern era. He played college football for the UCLA Bruins. He was born in Los Angeles. His parents, Marian Lenàn and Negro league baseball player Edgar "Blue" Washington. He was raised by his grandmother Susie Washington, his uncle Rocky, the first African American uniformed lieutenant in the LAPD, and his aunt-in-law Hazel. He was a star in both baseball and football at Abraham Lincoln High School, where he was nicknamed "Kingfish". He led both teams to city championships in the same calendar year. He attended UCLA, where he was a member of both the baseball and football teams. His position was a tailback, and he passed as much as he rushed. He rushed for 9,975 yards in his college career, a school record for 56 years. He was one of four African American players on the 1939 UCLA Bruins football team, the others being Woody Strode, Robinson, and Ray Bartlett. The Bruins played eventual conference and national champion USC to a 0-0 tie with the 1940 Rose Bowl on the line. He was the first Bruin to lead the nation in total offense and became the first consensus All-American in the history of the school's football program. Despite these achievements and the fact that he doubled as a defensive back, he was named to the second-team All-America selection instead of the first and was omitted from the East-West Shrine Game that year. When the Cleveland Rams moved to Los Angeles, the team sought to play in the publicly owned Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum – a decision that created immediate pressure that the team is racially integrated. The team signed him on March 21, 1946, followed by Strode on May 7. He was inducted into the College Football Hall of Fame and his number 13 jersey was the first to be retired at UCLA. He was posthumously inducted into the UCLA Athletic Hall of Fame. Abraham Lincoln High School has annually awarded the Kenny Washington Trophy to the school's best football player since 1949. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphaphialpha https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch69nwgO56Y7BGsvlrxf41MPvkaHYUI37vp-z00/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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