'Keep praying for me': Damar Hamlin, breathing on his own, posts on Instagram for the first time since his collapse
‘Keep praying for me’: Damar Hamlin, breathing on his own, posts on Instagram for the first time since his collapse
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Just days after his incredible cardiac arrest on the field, Buffalo Bills safety Damar Hamlin said on Instagram that he was grateful for the love he had received and asked for continued prayers for a “long road ahead.” ” coming.
“When you put real love out into the world, it comes back to you 3x more,” he wrote in his first Instagram post since his meltdown on Monday. “Love has been…
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i’ve reached the amatonormativity breaking point. i want to crawl into a cave and never experience shipping or jokes about how athletes on the same team who play well together Have to be in love or snide comments about Just Friends or the inevitability of And Then They Get Together forcibly stapled onto every single character dynamic or calling other people’s relationships into question because you think they’re too close to Not be In Love with each other or whatever else the world chooses to throw at me again. there is never any making it stop or even making people think for a second before barrelling headfirst into doing this constantly and without regard for what they’re reinforcing or shitting on as long as they get to have their fun. I’m Sick Of It. ive seen enough and im crawling back in the dirt like some kind of aromantic groundhog GOODBYE.
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also there is something nasty about a man who is almost 40 making unnecessary jabs every week at a guy who is 25. like? what do you want to achieve by that? the guy is only doing his job, why are you so bitter and hateful for NO reason
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Max uses gold shoes and helmet to celebrate his wins? Not allowed. Max yelling on the radio when he wins? Not allowed. Max replying in his usual monotone way when he wins? Not allowed. Max point to the 1 on his car? Not allowed. Max speaking his mind about F1 and the shit they’re doing? Not allowed. Max having a winner mentality with his decision making? Not allowed.
Besties I know you keep changing the goal posts cause you’re bitter your fave is not on top but get used to the way Max does things or get the fuck out of here!!! His reign isn’t going anywhere!!
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I totally didn’t join Team Friday just so I could do a low-key Parker MacMillan themed Splatfest build for Firewalker With Me Friday, what are you talking about?
i mean it was a big part of it but that’s not the whole reason…
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i’d rather die than be open honest and vulnerable on twitter but on here where no hockey media will see it i want to say that nicklas backstrom is and will always live in my heart. i watch an ungodly amount of hockey and i like so many players, but i don't think i'll ever quite feel the same about any other player, ever.
nicke backstrom is — a consummate professional and private about his own life and family, but always happy to speak to fans when he is out and about, kind and quiet and a good reader of people. a pillar of the franchise on the ice and off, in every way you can think of. frightened of dogs but gamely always took photos holding a little one for the annual charity calendar. steady and steadfast, the best two-way centerman you could possibly imagine who's never won a selke. quietly exceptional his entire career and always, always fucking overlooked by everyone except his own city, who loves him with a fervor usually reserved for religious figures. dc loves him as if to make up for the fact that he never gets his due anywhere else. they saw him grow up and grow into himself and that's an honor, and they love him for it. they love him for this too: he plays beautiful hockey. incredible vision, soft hands. competitive nearly to a fault and unafraid to get into faces when needed. (some games he could drag the caps to a win they didn't deserve otherwise out of sheer force of will.) best pure passer in the nhl, you'd never see prettier saucer passes than you'd see from him. absolutely cold-blooded, patient and unyielding, could sit on a puck for a whole period if needed, waiting for his wingers to get where they needed to be. could sit on a puck for a minute and a half of a power play, waiting for alex ovechkin to drift into position and wind up, stick high in the air, waiting to shoot. he never panicked. he never panicked on the ice and he never panicked off of it either. when the puck was on his stick he was in control of the game and he knew it. off the ice, when fans were clamoring to blow up the core after years of early playoff exits, when the media pressure was building and building, when the wider hockey world muttered and whispered that ovechkin and backstrom just didn't have what it takes — he was unshakeable. he believed so fiercely in himself and his team. when nobody else thought they could do it, he flatly promised that this team was going to bring a cup to the city. and he was right!
he's always unshakeable. he's always calm and he's always brave and he's always unselfish. i feel like chewing through the walls. i feel so fucking bad about this because i think he was feeling optimistic this year but hip resurfacing is a hard, hard procedure to come back from. no nhler has ever done it. he chose to do the surgery for his kids more than anything, i think. i think he knew his odds, too. and i think he knew, through these first eight games of the season, that the bounce back he was hoping for wasn't going to happen, at least not right now. and then he did the thing he always does: he put his team first, and he put his family first, and he did it quietly, without fanfare. he told his management and then he gathered his team and he told them, and every caps beat reporter said that today the atmosphere was unlike anything they had ever witnessed, that it was somber and bitter and just... off. they said practice was bad, as one might expect. tj oshie talked about feeling so awful because he knew how hard nicke was working to get back to the game he loved....... and it comes back to: this sucks. it's not fair. nicke plays a game that should have meant longevity, and it feels wrong that time is catching up like this, with a vengeance.
ovi is so big with his love and his heart that it's easy to miss how hot nicke burns too. i quite literally cannot imagine a capitals team without him. i don't think any of the guys in the locker room can either. like. ovi's supposed to break the goals record without nicke passing to him? i'm going to throw up. i'm going to cry. john carlson said it feels weird today, and it's going to keep feeling weird. and... yeah! going to watch the caps tomorrow and cry through the broadcast, i'm sure. i hope they get blown out. i hope they lose 7-1. i hope they get a shutout and ovi scores a hat trick and tom gets a gordie howe. do you get it.
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