NFL 2025

[Clang McFly]

When you say Madden NFL are you referring to the video game? I've never played that and gaming in general hasn't ever interested me. I rarely blow my money on bullshit, but years ago when the Wii first came out I bought one, I thought it would be big fun and the only thing I ever did with it was set it up, I ended up giving it away after it collected dust for a few years. I don't participate in fantasy football either. Even today if I were to be asked the one thing I blew hundreds on it would be that fricken Wii. 

Did you play Wii golf? 

I played the Wii bowling and baseball on my friend's Wii.

Did you have tons of fun?

Yes. I suck at real bowling (highest score 106), but I was actually getting 250+ on the Wii bowling. Never got a perfect game of 300 though.

[Piglet]

Gardens?, do you have a stately home?

[MirahM]

Duchess,
Can you explain to me why the Seahawks are for sale?
WTF
Would Seattle just have no team then?
Explain it to me like I'm 18

[Duchess]

Duchess,
Can you explain to me why the Seahawks are for sale?
WTF
Would Seattle just have no team then?
Explain it to me like I'm 18

I'll try! Paul Allen owned the 'Hawks and he died in 2018. His will stipulated that all his sports team holdings be sold to fund charities that were dear to him. He was filthy rich and owned the Portland Trail Blazers as well.

I don't know what happens when the team sells. I think, but I'm not positive, that the team would remain where it is.

[MirahM]

[BigMark]

This is a true story-

Later that night, Dennis Erickson was sitting down the bar about seven stools away from us, quietly drinking a beer like he was just another guy killing time. My buddies leaned in and told me who he was—the head coach of the Seattle Seahawks. I looked back over and noticed the rings. Two of them. Huge. Absolutely gigantic, catching the light every time he lifted his glass.

I figured they had to be Super Bowl rings. That’s the only thing that made sense.

After a couple beers, volume and confidence lining up just right, I yelled down the bar, “Hey Dennis! Let me see those rings!”

I expected him to hold up his hand. Maybe flash them for a second.

Nope.

He took them off and rolled them down the bar like dice, one after the other, metal clacking on wood, and the whole place erupted. Laughter, hoots, disbelief. The rings stopped right in front of us.

We passed them around, trying them on, one by one. Nobody’s fingers fit. Not even close. Those things swallowed knuckles whole. Someone finally asked, and that’s when we found out—they weren’t Super Bowl rings at all. They were from his college days.

Didn’t matter. Rings are rings, and legends are legends.

Eventually we sent them back down the bar the same way they came, sliding and clattering until they landed in front of Dennis Erickson, who just smiled, slipped them back on his massive fingers, and went back to his beer like nothing had happened.

Just another night at the bar—where coaches rolled rings like dice and everybody got a turn.

[BigMark]