Ahoy-yoy! I realized I never did a Stillers bye week report, but who cares. They're 7-6, will never beat the Patriots in any meaningful way, the offensive is broken to hell, and are somehow in currenth #6th seed. Tomlin Voodoo is real, ya'll. Just accept this. This season has been so
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Party On…Forever!
Banner Image from Tenor Interior, a large apartment festooned with festive fall furnishings and frills. Beneath a hastily hoisted Happy Halloween sign there be a bevy of buzzing Barbies beating back beverages to blur their bashfulness. It's a Halloween party, for sure, but while the decor, costumes, and TikTok-inspired scarecuterie boards
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Bud Grant Could Have Saved Us
Our heroes, or theirs?
Chapter 5: Alive in Dove Valley
[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] Russell Wilson awoke to the sound of Sports Center. Clean white sheets and sanitary plastic bed-rails enshrined him. He heard the sound of his daughter enjoying a game on her iPad, and his wife trying not to argue with a nurse. An oxygen mask sat snugly
Chapter 4: Beneath Dove Valley
[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] ---------- Russell Wilson awoke to the sensation of dripping water. As his hands searched for purchase on the slick stone floor, they scraped across several crusty pores and sharp cracks in the uneven surface. He picked himself up slowly, stifling a cough and begging for relief from his
Chapter 3: Dove Valley Elementary
[chapter 1] [chapter 2] ---------- The school's front doors weren't supposed to be unlocked, but they opened freely at Russell Wilson's touch. The heavy metal doors clacked closed as the QB found himself alone in the atrium of Dove Valley Elementary. Though it was a lively place during the day, the charm and
Chapter 2: Searching Dove Valley
[chapter 1] ---------- The pale glow of the parking lot's fluorescent light poles grew in the distance as Russell Wilson approached. Their brightness overpowered the dim trail markers that had illuminated his way through the golf course's carefully maintained copse of aspen. The lot's empty spaces, each traced with care by crisp
