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Assessing NFL Quarterbacks Like Academics: The TB-Index

2020.09.18 20:18 cranfordEIC Assessing NFL Quarterbacks Like Academics: The TB-Index

TLDR: As a former-college-professor, current-academic-editor, and constant sports fan, I couldn't help but combine my interests and propose the TB-index, which is defined as the minimum number of "n" seasons in which a quarterback records a minimum of "n" wins. Brady's TB-index, conveniently, is 12. A serendipitous surprise! Comparatively, Peyton Manning is the closest to Brady, with TB = 11 (eleven seasons with at least 11 wins). Assessing the many of the top QBs of all-time (by wins), there is a strong correlation between TB-index and Hall-of-Famers, with a TB = 8 appearing as a cutoff for exceptional careers (Marino, for example, has TB = 8, whereas Matt Stafford has TB = 6). While other stats are useful (e.g., passer rating) the concept here is easy to understand (even to academics), and a simple post-career measure of longevity, reliability, and contribution to team success.
Probably second only to baseball, football has multiple positional metrics to assess and compare players. The utility of each is up for debate, and ultimately multiple numerical values should be used to get the "whole" picture. That being said, many of the metrics are not very accessible to the average fan. I consider myself somewhat mathematically inclined, and I get the intention of the quarterback or passer rating, as well as the statistics behind it, but unless you are familiar with the values, it's not very intuitive why it is capped at 158.3 or what a "good" or "great" value is. Again, the motivation of this discussion is a simple metric that is easily understood conceptually. Moreover, we are looking at a single career-encompassing metric (not by season) that can immediately be understood. Inspired by the longevity and success of Tom Brady, the current record-holder for total career wins (219 up to the end of the 2019 season), I propose the Tom Brady- or TB index, where:
TB-index = the maximum n seasons in which the QB recorded at least n wins as a starter
Winning a single game as a starter will achieve TB = 1. For TB = 2, two seasons must be played, and (at least) two wins must be recorded each season. The maximum potential TB score for the modern NFL would be 16, due to a 16-game schedule per season. Likewise, the score for any individual is capped at the number of seasons played. Patrick Mahomes, for example, has a current TB = 2, even though his 2018 and 2019 wins were 12 and 11 respectively. The metric is intended to measure the career of a QB in retrospect, or at the very least the after a significant portion of their career is behind them.
The minimum number of total wins to achieve a TB = 8 is 64 (i.e., n wins over n seasons, or n2), leaving just 70 quarterbacks with that level of success to calculate the index (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_National_Football_League_career_quarterback_wins_leaders).
While the theoretical maximum is 16 (requiring 16 perfect seasons in a career; impossible for all intents and purposes), we can set a maximum of 14, as it necessitates 196 career wins. Only one player in history has passed this marker, the namesake of the index, Tom Brady. Looking at Brady's career wins season-by-season, we see he reached 16 wins once, 14 wins three times, two 13-win seasons, and six 12-win seasons, resulting in 12 seasons with at least 12 wins. His remaining seasons of 11 wins and less do not enter the calculation. This can be plotted below:

Brady's Season in totals, plotted in descending order.
Where the dashed red-line intersects the plotted wins indicates the TB-index. As a result, Tom Brady as a TB-index of 12. I.e., TB12 has TB = 12. His wins and TB-index also place him in the top 0.12% of QBs.
Funny how that worked out.
While one might assume he is close to TB = 13 (he is still active after all), since Brady only has six seasons with at least 13 wins or more, he would have to play another seven seasons with a minimum of 13 wins per season. Even with Gronk to help him get those W's with Tampa, I doubt he will be playing another seven years.
Brady's TB = 12 is impressive, but technically any QB with at least 144 career wins can achieve that mark. This is a group of seven acclaimed players: Brady, Favre, Manning, Brees, Elway, Marino, and Roethlisberger. Checking each career record we have: Manning with TB = 11; Favre with TB = 10; Brees, Elway, Roethlisberger with TB = 9, and; Marino with TB = 8.

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Completing the list of QB's with 64 and more career wins, only 19 players in that group achieved a TB = 8 or greater.
Within that group, 18 players had TB = 7, 27 with TB = 6, and 6 with TB = 5. These numbers aren't the total cohort for TB = 5 through 7, as the total number of QBs with a minimum of 25, 36 and 49 wins were not checked. At first appearance, a TB = 5 may look poor (5 wins in a season is a losing record after all), but this reflects the minimum wins for a particular season. Kurt Warner, for example, has TB = 5 and his five winningest seasons have tallies of 14 (2001), 13 (1999), 10 (2009), 9 (2008) and 8 (2000) wins respectively. However, in his sixth-best season he only recorded 5 wins (2004 or 2007) and he had multiple seasons where he did not start in 6 games (2003, 2006). Thus he does not meet the requirement of 6 seasons with at least 6 wins. To increase the TB-index, a QB must have sustained winning across multiple seasons.
It is not an easy task.
Looking at the list of 70 players with more than 64 wins, we see some thought-provoking aspects of the TB-index. Clearly, the metric favors injury-free careers, as you need to accumulate wins across multiple full seasons. One bad season needs to be balanced by a winning one. It also correlated very well with total wins (similar to the academic h-index correlating with total citations). In the top three of Brady-Favre-Manning in terms of total wins, Favre and Manning both have 186. While Favre was undeniably great, he accumulated his wins over 19 seasons, compared to Manning's 17. Manning was slightly more consistent, leading to a slight edge in TB-index (11 versus Favre's 10).
The index also makes some cross-era comparisons difficult. Prior to 1978, the NFL season consisted of 14 (or fewer) games. Indices calculated for QBs prior to this are at a disadvantage. Fran Tarkenton, with a career spanning 1961-1978, is eighth on the all-time wins list (124) but has a TB = 7, putting him behind 19 other QBs. Johnny Unitas, on the other hand, played from 1953 to 1973, tallied 118 wins, but has TB = 8, having the benefit of more seasons played, but also some of those seasons were only 12 games in length. This could be considered even more impressive. Comparisons are more consistent in the 16-game era.
The metric is also more appropriate post-retirement (or at least, after a significant playing career). According to the NFL Players Association, the average number of seasons played across all players is a mere 3.5. For marquee players the situation is a bit different - in somewhat dated press release (from 2011), the NFL stated that the average career length for a player who is selected for or plays in at least one Pro Bowl is 11.7 years. Assuming we want our metric to reflect potential hall-of-famers, then a >10-year career seems like a good ballpark. Less than that, it is difficult to achieve a TB-index of 8 or more. There are exceptions. Russel Wilson, for example, has TB = 8 (which is impressive in itself), but has only played for eight seasons. Thus he has a "perfect" TB-index, and is the only player with a such a perfect index at that level (again, I did not check every potential QB for TB < 8). In fact, one more season with 9 wins, and Wilson will move to the more selective TB = 9 club.
So who is (or was) the closest to joining or usurping Tom Brady? Checking the top ten in wins, we see that Manning was only one 12-win season shy. Beyond Manning, the closest was Favre who would have had to record 6 additional 12-win seasons, and then Elway, who needed another eight! Of the active players in the Top 70, Aaron Rodgers is closest, and he needs to reach the 12-win plateau 9 more times! Clearly, Brady (and to an extent Manning) are a league onto their own. Inspection the cohort of QBs at the early stages of their careers - Jackson, Mahomes, Watson, Prescott, and Garoppolo - they all need 11 or 12 more seasons to even potentially reach Brady's mark. It is very much a retrospective career measure.
Inspecting our top 10, active players in the Top 70, and the same early career QBs, we can easily determine the necessary seasons to increase their respective TB-index by +1 and +2. For the majority of players here, one or two more seasons with records at their own TB + 1 would be sufficient to raise their index. Philip Rivers, for example, has TB = 8, but only needs one 9-win season for TB = 9. This makes sense, as these quarterbacks represent consistency in order to achieve their total wins. The number of required seasons is significantly higher to increase TB + 2. Roethlisberger, for example, would need another six seasons with 11-wins to move from a 9 to an 11.

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Finally, for the active players, your trajectory to increase the TB-index is on pace if you need 1 season at current TB + 1 to increase +1, and 2 seasons at current TB + 2 to increase +2, etc. Only Aaron Rodgers is in this position in the Top 70, who could potentially attain a TB = 10 in the next two seasons (pending retirement). Similarly, due to their early career status, Jackson, Mahomes, Watson, and Garoppolo should easily make the 5-6 range. Consistency and longevity are necessary beyond the next few immediate seasons.
Time will tell.
The TB-index is not intended to tell us anything new about players that we do not already know - it merely frames their wins in a new perspective. The TB-index is meant to be simple, meaningful, easily understood, and exponentially more difficult to increase beyond average levels.
Yet another statistic to judge a player's career and debate with your friends over a beer (or two).
I had fun looking at the numbers… hope you found it a little interesting!
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2020.09.06 22:38 Blooper_Bot The Braves defeated the Nationals by a score of 10-3 - Sun, Sep 06 @ 01:10 PM EDT

Nationals @ Braves - Sun, Sep 06

Game Status: Game Over - Score: 10-3 Braves

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Nationals Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Robles - CF 4 0 0 0 0 2 0 .256 .326 .342
2 Eaton - RF 4 1 1 0 0 0 0 .221 .277 .374
3 Turner - SS 4 1 1 1 0 0 0 .365 .417 .635
4 Cabrera, A - DH 4 0 1 1 0 2 0 .223 .293 .396
5 Holt - LF 4 1 3 0 0 0 0 .212 .300 .250
6 Gomes - C 4 0 0 0 0 1 4 .273 .319 .455
7 Thames - 1B 4 0 1 1 0 2 3 .211 .292 .326
8 Kieboom, C - 3B 4 0 1 0 0 0 3 .207 .356 .207
9 García - 2B 2 0 0 0 0 0 1 .293 .321 .387
Harrison - 2B 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 .297 .364 .595
Totals 35 3 8 3 0 8 11
Nationals
BATTING: 2B: Eaton (9, Wilson, Bry). 3B: Turner (3, Wilson, Bry). TB: Cabrera, A; Eaton 2; Holt 3; Kieboom, C; Thames; Turner 3. RBI: Cabrera, A (20); Thames (10); Turner (23). 2-out RBI: Thames. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Kieboom, C. Team RISP: 2-for-5. Team LOB: 5.
FIELDING: DP: 2 (Kieboom, C-Turner-Thames; Harrison-Turner-Thames).
Braves Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Acuña Jr. - RF 2 2 1 0 3 0 1 .286 .425 .648
2 Swanson - SS 3 2 2 0 2 0 1 .294 .347 .475
3 Freeman - 1B 4 2 1 4 1 1 6 .314 .435 .564
4 Ozuna - LF 5 1 3 4 0 0 2 .320 .409 .653
Inciarte - CF 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .193 .273 .250
5 d'Arnaud - DH 4 0 0 0 0 3 2 .320 .368 .557
6 Riley, A - 3B 3 1 1 0 2 0 0 .244 .293 .472
7 Duvall - LF 5 1 1 0 0 1 4 .259 .298 .543
8 Flowers - C 4 0 2 2 1 2 0 .293 .396 .488
9 Hechavarria - 2B 5 1 2 0 0 0 3 .235 .257 .265
Totals 35 10 13 10 9 7 19
Braves
BATTING: 2B: Duvall (6, Corbin); Flowers 2 (5, Corbin, Harper, R); Ozuna (10, Bacus). HR: Ozuna (13, 5th inning off Corbin, 0 on, 0 out); Freeman (7, 6th inning off Finnegan, 3 on, 1 out). TB: Acuña Jr.; Duvall 2; Flowers 4; Freeman 4; Hechavarria 2; Ozuna 7; Riley, A; Swanson 2. RBI: Flowers 2 (5); Freeman 4 (30); Ozuna 4 (36). 2-out RBI: Ozuna 3. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Freeman 2; d'Arnaud; Ozuna; Hechavarria; Duvall. GIDP: Freeman; Hechavarria. Team RISP: 4-for-13. Team LOB: 11.
Nationals Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Corbin (L, 2-4) 5.1 9 5 5 4 6 1 106-63 4.34
Finnegan 0.1 1 2 2 2 0 1 22-10 4.70
Bacus 1.0 2 3 3 3 0 0 31-17 7.94
Harper, R 1.1 1 0 0 0 1 0 16-11 6.06
Totals 8.0 13 10 10 9 7 2
Braves Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Tomlin (W, 2-2) 6.0 3 1 1 0 2 0 75-50 3.77
Martin 1.0 1 0 0 0 3 0 25-18 0.82
O'Day 1.0 0 0 0 0 2 0 14-11 0.71
Wilson, Bry 1.0 4 2 2 0 1 0 21-18 13.50
Totals 9.0 8 3 3 0 8 0
Game Info
IBB: Acuña Jr. (by Corbin).
HBP: d'Arnaud (by Finnegan).
Pitches-strikes: Corbin 106-63; Finnegan 22-10; Bacus 31-17; Harper, R 16-11; Tomlin 75-50; Martin 25-18; O'Day 14-11; Wilson, Bry 21-18.
Groundouts-flyouts: Corbin 5-2; Finnegan 0-1; Bacus 1-1; Harper, R 1-0; Tomlin 6-5; Martin 0-0; O'Day 0-1; Wilson, Bry 1-0.
Batters faced: Corbin 28; Finnegan 5; Bacus 7; Harper, R 5; Tomlin 21; Martin 4; O'Day 3; Wilson, Bry 7.
Inherited runners-scored: Finnegan 2-2; Bacus 2-0; Harper, R 1-0.
Umpires: HP: Hunter Wendelstedt. 1B: Joe West. 2B: Vic Carapazza. 3B: Stu Scheurwater.
Weather: 81 degrees, Partly Cloudy.
Wind: 2 mph, In From RF.
First pitch: 1:11 PM.
T: 3:26.
Venue: Truist Park.
September 6, 2020
Inning Scoring Play Score
Top 2 Eric Thames singles on a line drive to right fielder Adam Duvall. Brock Holt scores. 1-0 WSH
Bottom 4 Tyler Flowers hits a ground-rule double (4) on a line drive down the right-field line. Austin Riley scores. Adam Duvall scores. 2-1 ATL
Bottom 5 Marcell Ozuna homers (13) on a fly ball to left center field. 3-1 ATL
Bottom 6 Freddie Freeman hits a grand slam (7) to left center field. Adeiny Hechavarria scores. Ronald Acuna scores. Dansby Swanson scores. 7-1 ATL
Bottom 7 Marcell Ozuna doubles (10) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Victor Robles, deflected by right fielder Adam Eaton. Ronald Acuna scores. Dansby Swanson scores. Freddie Freeman scores. 10-1 ATL
Top 9 Trea Turner triples (3) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Ender Inciarte. Adam Eaton scores. 10-2 ATL
Top 9 Asdrubal Cabrera singles on a ground ball to center fielder Ender Inciarte. Trea Turner scores. 10-3 ATL
Team Highlight
WSH Eric Thames' RBI single (00:00:45)
ATL Tyler Flowers' two-run double (00:00:53)
WSH Corbin almost hits a butterfly (00:00:27)
ATL Ozuna demolishes solo home run (00:00:34)
ATL Freddie Freeman's grand slam (00:00:35)
WSH Patrick Corbin whiffs Freeman (00:00:20)
ATL Marcell Ozuna's 453-foot home run (00:00:34)
ATL Josh Tomlin's two strikeouts (00:00:31)
ATL Marcell Ozuna's three-run double (00:00:41)
ATL Marcell Ozuna's 4-RBI game (00:01:16)
WSH Asdrúbal Cabrera's RBI single (00:00:33)
WSH Trea Turner's RBI triple (00:00:38)
ATL Carter Kieboom pops out to first baseman Freddie Freeman. (00:00:18)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Nationals 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 3 8 0 5
Braves 0 0 0 2 1 4 3 0 10 13 0 11

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2020.09.06 18:55 Blooper_Bot Game Thread: Nationals (14-24) @ Braves (23-16) - Sun, Sep 06 @ 01:10 PM EDT

Nationals @ Braves - Sun, Sep 06

Game Status: Game Over - Score: 10-3 Braves

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Nationals Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Robles - CF 4 0 0 0 0 2 0 .256 .326 .342
2 Eaton - RF 4 1 1 0 0 0 0 .221 .277 .374
3 Turner - SS 4 1 1 1 0 0 0 .365 .417 .635
4 Cabrera, A - DH 4 0 1 1 0 2 0 .223 .293 .396
5 Holt - LF 4 1 3 0 0 0 0 .212 .300 .250
6 Gomes - C 4 0 0 0 0 1 4 .273 .319 .455
7 Thames - 1B 4 0 1 1 0 2 3 .211 .292 .326
8 Kieboom, C - 3B 4 0 1 0 0 0 3 .207 .356 .207
9 García - 2B 2 0 0 0 0 0 1 .293 .321 .387
Harrison - 2B 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 .297 .364 .595
Totals 35 3 8 3 0 8 11
Nationals
BATTING: 2B: Eaton (9, Wilson, Bry). 3B: Turner (3, Wilson, Bry). TB: Cabrera, A; Eaton 2; Holt 3; Kieboom, C; Thames; Turner 3. RBI: Cabrera, A (20); Thames (10); Turner (23). 2-out RBI: Thames. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Kieboom, C. Team RISP: 2-for-5. Team LOB: 5.
FIELDING: DP: 2 (Kieboom, C-Turner-Thames; Harrison-Turner-Thames).
Braves Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Acuña Jr. - RF 2 2 1 0 3 0 1 .286 .425 .648
2 Swanson - SS 3 2 2 0 2 0 1 .294 .347 .475
3 Freeman - 1B 4 2 1 4 1 1 6 .314 .435 .564
4 Ozuna - LF 5 1 3 4 0 0 2 .320 .409 .653
Inciarte - CF 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .193 .273 .250
5 d'Arnaud - DH 4 0 0 0 0 3 2 .320 .368 .557
6 Riley, A - 3B 3 1 1 0 2 0 0 .244 .293 .472
7 Duvall - LF 5 1 1 0 0 1 4 .259 .298 .543
8 Flowers - C 4 0 2 2 1 2 0 .293 .396 .488
9 Hechavarria - 2B 5 1 2 0 0 0 3 .235 .257 .265
Totals 35 10 13 10 9 7 19
Braves
BATTING: 2B: Duvall (6, Corbin); Flowers 2 (5, Corbin, Harper, R); Ozuna (10, Bacus). HR: Ozuna (13, 5th inning off Corbin, 0 on, 0 out); Freeman (7, 6th inning off Finnegan, 3 on, 1 out). TB: Acuña Jr.; Duvall 2; Flowers 4; Freeman 4; Hechavarria 2; Ozuna 7; Riley, A; Swanson 2. RBI: Flowers 2 (5); Freeman 4 (30); Ozuna 4 (36). 2-out RBI: Ozuna 3. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Freeman 2; d'Arnaud; Ozuna; Hechavarria; Duvall. GIDP: Freeman; Hechavarria. Team RISP: 4-for-13. Team LOB: 11.
Nationals Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Corbin (L, 2-4) 5.1 9 5 5 4 6 1 106-63 4.34
Finnegan 0.1 1 2 2 2 0 1 22-10 4.70
Bacus 1.0 2 3 3 3 0 0 31-17 7.94
Harper, R 1.1 1 0 0 0 1 0 16-11 6.06
Totals 8.0 13 10 10 9 7 2
Braves Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Tomlin (W, 2-2) 6.0 3 1 1 0 2 0 75-50 3.77
Martin 1.0 1 0 0 0 3 0 25-18 0.82
O'Day 1.0 0 0 0 0 2 0 14-11 0.71
Wilson, Bry 1.0 4 2 2 0 1 0 21-18 13.50
Totals 9.0 8 3 3 0 8 0
Game Info
IBB: Acuña Jr. (by Corbin).
HBP: d'Arnaud (by Finnegan).
Pitches-strikes: Corbin 106-63; Finnegan 22-10; Bacus 31-17; Harper, R 16-11; Tomlin 75-50; Martin 25-18; O'Day 14-11; Wilson, Bry 21-18.
Groundouts-flyouts: Corbin 5-2; Finnegan 0-1; Bacus 1-1; Harper, R 1-0; Tomlin 6-5; Martin 0-0; O'Day 0-1; Wilson, Bry 1-0.
Batters faced: Corbin 28; Finnegan 5; Bacus 7; Harper, R 5; Tomlin 21; Martin 4; O'Day 3; Wilson, Bry 7.
Inherited runners-scored: Finnegan 2-2; Bacus 2-0; Harper, R 1-0.
Umpires: HP: Hunter Wendelstedt. 1B: Joe West. 2B: Vic Carapazza. 3B: Stu Scheurwater.
Weather: 81 degrees, Partly Cloudy.
Wind: 2 mph, In From RF.
First pitch: 1:11 PM.
T: 3:26.
Venue: Truist Park.
September 6, 2020
Inning Scoring Play Score
Top 2 Eric Thames singles on a line drive to right fielder Adam Duvall. Brock Holt scores. 1-0 WSH
Bottom 4 Tyler Flowers hits a ground-rule double (4) on a line drive down the right-field line. Austin Riley scores. Adam Duvall scores. 2-1 ATL
Bottom 5 Marcell Ozuna homers (13) on a fly ball to left center field. 3-1 ATL
Bottom 6 Freddie Freeman hits a grand slam (7) to left center field. Adeiny Hechavarria scores. Ronald Acuna scores. Dansby Swanson scores. 7-1 ATL
Bottom 7 Marcell Ozuna doubles (10) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Victor Robles, deflected by right fielder Adam Eaton. Ronald Acuna scores. Dansby Swanson scores. Freddie Freeman scores. 10-1 ATL
Top 9 Trea Turner triples (3) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Ender Inciarte. Adam Eaton scores. 10-2 ATL
Top 9 Asdrubal Cabrera singles on a ground ball to center fielder Ender Inciarte. Trea Turner scores. 10-3 ATL
Team Highlight
WSH Eric Thames' RBI single (00:00:45)
ATL Tyler Flowers' two-run double (00:00:53)
WSH Corbin almost hits a butterfly (00:00:27)
ATL Ozuna demolishes solo home run (00:00:34)
ATL Freddie Freeman's grand slam (00:00:35)
WSH Patrick Corbin whiffs Freeman (00:00:20)
ATL Marcell Ozuna's 453-foot home run (00:00:34)
ATL Josh Tomlin's two strikeouts (00:00:31)
ATL Marcell Ozuna's three-run double (00:00:41)
ATL Marcell Ozuna's 4-RBI game (00:01:16)
WSH Asdrúbal Cabrera's RBI single (00:00:20)
WSH Trea Turner's RBI triple (00:00:38)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Nationals 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 3 8 0 5
Braves 0 0 0 2 1 4 3 0 10 13 0 11

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MIA 4 @ TB 5 - Final
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2020.09.06 17:10 NationalsBot GAME THREAD: Nationals (14-24) @ Braves (23-16) - September 6, 2020

Nationals (14-24) @ Braves (23-16)

First Pitch: 1:10 PM at Truist Park
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Line Score - Game Over

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E
WSH 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 3 8 0
ATL 0 0 0 2 1 4 3 0 10 13 0

Box Score

ATL AB R H RBI BB SO SB BA WSH AB R H RBI BB SO SB BA
RF Acuña Jr. 2 2 1 0 3 0 0 .286 CF Robles 4 0 0 0 0 2 0 .256
SS Swanson 3 2 2 0 2 0 0 .294 RF Eaton 4 1 1 0 0 0 0 .221
1B Freeman 4 2 1 4 1 1 0 .314 SS Turner 4 1 1 1 0 0 0 .365
LF Ozuna 5 1 3 4 0 0 0 .320 DH Cabrera, A 4 0 1 1 0 2 0 .223
CF Inciarte 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .193 LF Holt 4 1 3 0 0 0 0 .212
DH d'Arnaud 4 0 0 0 0 3 0 .320 C Gomes 4 0 0 0 0 1 0 .273
3B Riley, A 3 1 1 0 2 0 0 .244 1B Thames 4 0 1 1 0 2 0 .211
LF Duvall 5 1 1 0 0 1 0 .259 3B Kieboom, C 4 0 1 0 0 0 0 .207
C Flowers 4 0 2 2 1 2 0 .293 2B García 2 0 0 0 0 0 0 .293
2B Hechavarria 5 1 2 0 0 0 0 .235 2B Harrison 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 .297
ATL IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA WSH IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Tomlin 6.0 3 1 1 0 2 75-50 3.77 Corbin 5.1 9 5 5 4 6 106-63 4.34
Martin 1.0 1 0 0 0 3 25-18 0.82 Finnegan 0.1 1 2 2 2 0 22-10 4.70
O'Day 1.0 0 0 0 0 2 14-11 0.71 Bacus 1.0 2 3 3 3 0 31-17 7.94
Wilson, Bry 1.0 4 2 2 0 1 21-18 13.50 Harper, R 1.1 1 0 0 0 1 16-11 6.06

Scoring Plays

Inning Event Score
T2 Eric Thames singles on a line drive to right fielder Adam Duvall. Brock Holt scores. 0-1
B4 Tyler Flowers hits a ground-rule double (4) on a line drive down the right-field line. Austin Riley scores. Adam Duvall scores. 2-1
B5 Marcell Ozuna homers (13) on a fly ball to left center field. 3-1
B6 Freddie Freeman hits a grand slam (7) to left center field. Adeiny Hechavarria scores. Ronald Acuna scores. Dansby Swanson scores. 7-1
B7 Marcell Ozuna doubles (10) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Victor Robles, deflected by right fielder Adam Eaton. Ronald Acuna scores. Dansby Swanson scores. Freddie Freeman scores. 10-1
T9 Trea Turner triples (3) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Ender Inciarte. Adam Eaton scores. 10-2
T9 Asdrubal Cabrera singles on a ground ball to center fielder Ender Inciarte. Trea Turner scores. 10-3

Highlights

Description Length HD
Eric Thames rips an RBI single to deep right-field 0:45 HD
Tyler Flowers rips a two-run double to right field 0:53 HD
Patrick Corbin just misses hitting a butterfly 0:27 HD
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2020.09.04 16:38 AshleighBSB [Boarding School Blues] - Chapter 32: Happy Thanksgiving

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This is Book 4: Boarding School Break: Happy Thanksgiving.[Book 2: Boarding School Beginnings] [Book 3: Boarding School Boyfriends]

It’s almost Thanksgiving. In a few hours, my friends will be giving me a ride back to my house. I have not been home since Long Weekend, nearly two months ago. Wow. I just realized it’s been that long. Maybe because my family visited me a couple of weeks ago, or maybe just because I have been so busy with finals, I hadn’t noticed the time passing.
I have mixed feelings about going home. While it will be nice to see my family, and I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner, I have become accustomed to seeing my friends every day. How am I supposed to go eleven whole days without them? Especially one of them?
Melinda’s mother greeted her with a hug before she even entered the house. “Happy Thanksgiving, and welcome home.”
Melinda’s father had been very busy at work and running late to retrieve Melinda from the Charles & Rachel Hartfield Preparatory School for Young Men and Women, a boarding school nearly two hours away from their Southern Connecticut home, so they were relieved when Melinda’s best friend, Walter Evans, had offered her a ride home earlier that day. Since his parents did not want to drive in the holiday traffic the evening before Thanksgiving, they had sent a car, which was currently driving back to the highway.
Melinda’s mother helped her carry her bags into the house, where they deposited them in the foyer while Melinda followed her mother to the kitchen.
“Your father decided to work late and your brother is having dinner at a friend’s house. I’ve been cooking all day. I so don’t want to make dinner. How does macaroni and cheese sound?”
“The orange kind in the blue box?” It was one of Melinda’s favorite foods.
Her mother made a face. “If you must. I was thinking the frozen kind.” She filled a pot with water to boil the pasta. “So, when you told me that Walter’s father was sending a car, you never mentioned it was going to be a limousine. I assumed you meant a regular car.”
Melinda settled into one of the kitchen chairs to watch her mother. “Oh, well, I think it was supposed to be a regular car. But, with three passengers and all our luggage, Mrs. Evans decided to order a bigger car when Walter told her I was coming.”
“I see. And how was your drive home?”
“Not bad. We hit some traffic, but we didn’t mind. There was a bag of cookies and some sodas. Walter ate most of it, but Pat and I managed to have a small snack.”
“Pat. That’s Walter’s brother, right?”
Melinda nodded and continued. “The car had a television, so we watched Neogenesis.”
“That strange science fiction show you like? You subjected your friends to that?”
“It’s just one of the many reasons Walter and I get along so well. Actually, both of our advisors are fans too, so they started a group. What did Mr. Peter’s call it? The NSFC, Neogenesis Science Fiction Club.”
“That is very…no. There are no words,” Melinda’s mother shook her head in amusement. “Who else is in this group?”
“Well, it was just Walter and me, but then Pat started attending when he came back to school after Parents’ Weekend.”
“Back to school? Where was he?”
The concerned look on her mother’s face was extremely telling. Two months ago, when Melinda had come for Long Weekend, she had discovered that her public school friends had undergone drastic transformations since beginning high school this past fall. Melinda knew her mother was aware of at least some of these changes and assumed she was envisioning Pat’s brother as some sort of delinquent who had started school more than halfway through the fall term because he had been in trouble.
Melinda took a deep breath. She knew this moment had been coming, but no amount of preparation could help her find the words. She understood, finally, how hard it had been for Walter to tell her so many weeks ago.
“Have I told you about Walter’s parents?” Melinda knew full well she had not.
“Don’t change the subject. Why was Pat not in school?”
“I promise, I’ll tell you. But, I have to start at the beginning. You see, Walter, you know his last name is Evans, right?” When her mother nodded, Melinda continued. “Well, his dad? He’s kinda Adam Evans. Like, from CAVEmen.”
Melinda’s mother just stared at her for a few moments. “Walter’s father is the lead guitarist for a rock band?”
Melinda nodded, then spoke quickly, realizing her mother had not yet made the connection. “Yeah, and that means his mother is Kara McGregor.”
This time, Melinda’s mother took a little longer to reply. “The child star.”
“Well, she’s not a kid anymore, but yeah. So, Walter’s siblings are sorta Meghan and Patrick McGregor.”
“The movie stars.”
“Pat missed the first part of the term because he was filming a movie in Hawaii.”
“He’s not a third-former, though. Isn’t he older than you? Why is he hanging around with younger students?”
Melinda smiled. “I asked him that, you know. I told you Walter was homeschooled? Well, because the kids were homeschooled, the family was usually able to be together when someone was filming a movie. For this last movie, when Pat was in Hawaii, Walter was back here in school. And, Meghan graduated last year and she’s living in New York now. Well, Pat really started to miss his brother, so when he got back to school, he wanted to spend some time with Walter. But, Walter wanted nothing to do with him. At least, not in public.”
“At your show,” her mother interrupted, referring to a dance performance in which Melinda had participated earlier that month, “you said Walter and his brother have a weird relationship. That Walter didn’t want to be seen with his brother.”
“They told me about the last time they tried to eat out in a restaurant. The boys, their parents, and their grandparents. Meghan wasn’t even with them. Long story. Anyway, they got bombarded by fans and they ended up having to take their dinners to go and eat in their van in a commuter lot. Walter lives with that every day. So, when he got to school, it was his shot at being normal. Pat feels the same way. School is someplace they don’t have to worry about being recognized.”
“Are you friends with Walter because of his family?”
Melinda actually smiled at the question. “That was Walter’s biggest fear this term, I think. But, one of the things Pat likes best about me is that I don’t see the movie star. Actually, I didn’t even notice when people started looking at me differently for being his girlfriend. He had to point it out to me.”
“You’re dating Patrick McGregor?”
Melinda closed her eyes and sighed a little. She had not intended to tell her mother about her relationship with Pat. At least, not yet. With a deep breath, she shook her head, telling her mother what she had told her friends the week before. “No. Patrick McGregor only exists in Hollywood. I’m with Pat Evans.”
“And how old is this boy again?”
Melinda was a little relieved that her mother was referring to him as this boy, and not focusing on the movie star. “He’s sixteen.”
“And you don’t think he’s a little old for you?”
“Oh, no, I do think he’s a little old for me. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to be his girlfriend.”
“What were the other reasons?”
Melinda thought about her ex-boyfriend, a boy from home her mother knew from church. “Well, Eliot and I were friends, and then he was my boyfriend and things didn’t really end well and then we weren’t friends anymore. Pat and I were friends, and I didn’t want the same thing to happen with him.”
Melinda’s mother said nothing as Melinda continued. “And, then there was Walter. He was hanging out with this girl we all hated, and I realized I was jealous of her. Not because I liked Walter, because I don’t. Not like that. I just thought she was taking away my best friend. And, I didn’t want Walter to feel that way towards his brother. Or to me.”
“Sounds like a lot of reasons not to be his girlfriend. So, why are you?”
Melinda shrugged. “I can’t explain it. When he holds me, I feel safe.”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable knowing you’re dating a boy so much older than you. Boys that age, they want certain things out of a relationship. You’re only thirteen.”
Melinda tried not to whine. “Mooom! Pat and I have talked about this. I don’t want a…physical relationship with him. And, neither does he. He believes in saving all that for marriage.”
“He told you that?” Melinda could hear the skepticism in her mother’s voice as she watched her strain the pasta and returning it to the pan.
Melinda shrugged. “Yeah. He wanted to make sure that we both…understood each other’s intentions.”
“But, sweetie, how do you know he means it?”
Melinda made a face. “Why would he say it if he didn’t mean it?”
Her mother added milk and butter to the pan. “He’s an actor. A really good one. He could just be telling you what he thinks you want to hear.”
Melinda considered a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t think he is. I think he really means it. See, okay. He’s probably gonna be upset with me telling you, so please don’t ever let him find out I did. But, they’re a super religious family. I mean, Walter actually memorized the entire catechism as part of his homeschooling.”
Melinda’s mother raised her eyebrows. “He did?”
Melinda nodded. “Why do you think he’s my confirmation mentor? Anyway, Pat was telling me about this religious retreat he went on after his third form year. With Meghan, I think. There were a lot of talks about chastity and it really struck a chord with him. It’s something he really firmly believes in. He even has this little card he carries around in his wallet to remind him about the promise he made.”
“Promise?”
Melinda nodded. “Yeah. Signing this card is some kind of promise to God that he’s gonna save himself for marriage. I’m not sure I understand it, but since it means we’re thinking the same way, I didn’t really question it.”
Melinda’s mother looked unconvinced as she put the bowl of pasta on the table. “I’m still not comfortable with my thirteen-year-old dating a sixteen-year-old.”
“Well, the boys invited me over during break. Maybe I can go visit and you can get to know him a little better.”
“We’ll see. So, when do you get your report card?”
“The actual paper one will be mailed some time next week, I think. But, I know we can check our grades tonight. Actually,” Melinda glanced at the clock on the microwave. “I think they’re all in now.”
Melinda ran back to the foyer to retrieve her laptop, which she set up on the kitchen table. The student portal on the school website was not very mobile friendly and she hated accessing it from her phone. She logged in and found that each of her teachers were able to write comments on her performance for the term. Melinda was stunned as she examined her report.

ART 104 Drawing Basics Rockwell A I was extremely pleased with your final project. You have shown tremendous growth this term.
ART 701 Dance Nutmeg Ballet Co. P Melinda is an excellent dancer. We hope to see her next term.
ENG 101 Third Form English Johnson A- Melinda has made amazing progress this term. She has shown great improvement in her essay writing and always provides excellent journal entries. She offers insightful comments during class discussions and is a pleasure to have in class.
LATIN 101 Latin I Henderson A- Melinda is a joy to have in class. I love her enthusiasm. She should work on her vocabulary building to improve her sight-reading abilities.
MAT 250 Honors Geometry Davidson A Melinda has a good understanding of the material.
MUS 751 Wind Orchestra Williams P Melinda has shown improvement. Remember to tighten your embouchure.
SCI 151 Honors Physics Wilson A Melinda had a rough start this term but has shown tremendous progress. I look forward to working with her this winter.
At the bottom of the page was a note from her advisor:
I have watched Melinda work pertinaciously throughout the term. I have also seen her interacting with several of her peers. Unlike many third form students, Melinda has seemed to find a constructive balance between her work and play, and her hard work seems to have paid off, as her grades have earned her recognition on this trimester’s Dean’s List.
Clarissa Price
Melinda was unable to do anything besides stare at her computer. How had she managed to get straight A’s? She had studied so diligently, but always felt as if she were struggling to understand the material.
Melinda ate her pasta absently as she replayed the last three months in her head. She recalled that by the end of September, she had resolved to remain at least one day ahead in her homework assignments for each class. And, she had made sure to check in with her teachers if she didn’t understand something. She supposed, upon further reflection, she had noticed by the end of the semester that the work had seemed easier. And she had felt her finals were pretty easy, although many of her friends had seemed to struggle.
Melinda’s mother approached the table, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Are your grades there?”
“Um, yeah.” Melinda turned the computer so her mother could view the report herself. Meanwhile, Melinda used her phone to check on the definition of embouchure, realizing her orchestra teacher wanted her to work on the way her mouth was shaped when she was playing her flute.
As she began to eat, she looked up dean’s list, a term she knew she had heard, but had never understood. It took a little research, including a trip to the school’s handbook, before she realized she had made the school’s honor roll.
“Straight A’s? And Dean’s List? Oh, Melinda. I’m so proud of you. I was worried all these boys were going to hurt your grades, but I see your advisor believes you have juggled your school work and social life well.”
“So, does that mean I can visit Walter and Pat over break?”
“We’ll see,” her mother echoed her earlier words, but this time she was smiling.

Melinda was not surprised that her family was the first to arrive at Nonna and Papa’s house Thanksgiving Day. Melinda’s mother carried in her huge antipasto tower while Melinda carried in the smaller version her mother had made for the kids table. Her father brought her eleven-year-old brother, Joey, in the back yard to play catch in the unseasonably warm weather.
Melinda followed her mother into the house and down the hall into the kitchen, greeting Nonna as they entered.
“Happy Thanksgiving!”
“Happy Thanksgiving! You can put that on the table, there.” Nonna nodded to the kitchen table as she wiped her hands on her apron. “How are you?”
Nonna hugged Melinda and her mother, giving each a peck on the cheek, before returning to the stove to stir the pot of sauce. Melinda’s mother looked around.
“How can we help?” Melinda’s mother asked.
“I think everything is all set.” Nonna scanned the room. “Yup. Just waiting on the boys.”
Melinda’s mother had two brothers, both of whom were married with children, but Nonna always referred to them as the boys. Melinda sat at the table watching her mother stir the sauce and Nonna busy herself around the kitchen as she talked to Melinda.
“So, how’s school?”
Melinda shrugged. “It was kinda hard at first, but it’s not bad. I’m enjoying it.”
“She made Dean’s List.” Melinda could hear the pride in her mother’s voice. “And she has a boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? Is he Italian?” Melinda knew that Nonna was proud that her grandchildren were so smart, especially Melinda and Joey, who had both skipped a grade in school. But, Nonna had been raised in a strict Italian-American household and wanted all her grandchildren to marry into good Italian families.
“Well, he’s Irish. But, we go to church together every Sunday.”
“Not Italian, but Irish is not bad. He’s a good boy.”
“He’s sixteen.” There was a tone of disapproval in Melinda’s mother’s voice.
“Joseph is older than you.”
“Yes, but we met after college. Three years is a big deal in high school.”
Melinda was saved from further interrogation by the arrival of Uncle Tony and Aunt Francesca, who poured out of their minivan with three daughters, two trays of stuffed mushrooms, and a bubbling baby girl Melinda had yet to meet.
Hugs were exchanged and Melinda brought the trays of mushrooms straight to the dining room, since they were the first course. Then, Melinda was charged with holding the baby, Sophia, while the other little girls ran around outside with the guys. Uncle Marco arrived with Aunt Lily a few moments later, carrying a large tray of yams and a rambunctious little boy, who was banished to the backyard with his cousins and uncles.
It was not long before Nonna called everyone to the table, but it did take a while to be seated, especially at the kids table. No one wanted to sit next to the two four-year-olds, both of whom had a reputation of being extremely messy eaters. Eventually, as the family settled down, Melinda ended up beside her oldest cousin, Viola, who was in the same grade as Joey, even though she was a year older than he. Across from Melinda, Joey was seated beside Viola’s eight-year old sister, with the four-year-olds at either head. Melinda had placed a sleeping Sophia back into her carrier during the meal.
The family joined hands to say their traditional table blessing, and then began to eat. There was a lot of conversation over the stuffed mushrooms, which only Uncle Tony’s children ate, as the other children disliked them. It was not long, however, before Papa was wandering around the room carrying small bowls, each holding a stuffed artichoke. Melinda and Viola were the only children to request one.
Viola tore off a leaf and sucked on the stuffing before scraping it with her teeth and throwing the leaf in a large bowl between her and Melinda. “So, my mom says you live at your school. What’s that like?”
Melinda shrugged. “It’s not bad. I like it. There’s lots to do and I’ve made some really nice friends.”
“But, do you have to do homework all the time, or do you get to have some fun?”
“Oh, there’s lots of things to do. I did dance as my sport and that was really fun. And on the weekends, my friends and I go into town or go to the mall. There’s a movie theater in the mall, so we’ve gone there a couple of times.”
“Really? Have you seen Romeo and Juliet? I love Jarrod Handy. Oh, and Patrick McGregor was in it, too. It was probably the best movie ever.”
“Patrick McGregor goes to her school,” Joey announced. “I got his autograph.”
“OMG! Really? That is so cool. Do you have any classes with him?”
Melinda responded cautiously. “No. He’s a fifth, I mean, he’s in the eleventh grade. But, we’re friends.”
“Really?” asked Joey. “I didn’t know that. Hey, Mom!” Joey shouted to the nearby adult table. “Did you know Melinda was friends with Patrick McGregor?”
“Yes, I did.”
Viola was wiggling excitedly in her seat, her artichoke nearly forgotten. “Have you met his girlfriend? I was reading last night that he’s with Poppy Sommers now. Does she go to your school too? What’s she like? What’s he like?”
“I hadn’t heard that.” Melinda’s fingers started shaking nervously as she brought the next leaf to her mouth. She figured it was time to change the subject. “So, how’s everything with you?”

It was not long before Papa cleared the artichoke dishes and Melinda’s mother brought in her trays towering with layers of meat, cheese, and olives. While the adults simply spooned great helpings onto their plates, the children picked out what they wanted to eat, leaving the hard-boiled eggs for the four-year-olds.
Melinda spent the entire course wondering what her cousin had read and whether she should bother mentioning the rumor to Pat. Of course it was a rumor, she assured herself. Pat would never cheat on her. But, a lingering doubt made her olives taste a little more sour than usual.
Nonna went around the room asking everyone how many manicotti they each wanted. Melinda, Viola, and Joey each requested one, but none of the other children did.
None of the children wanted the salad course, and Melinda was elected to hold Sophia, who had woken from her nap, and feed her a bottle. Melinda enjoyed playing with her three-month-old cousin, who was most excited when she was being held. Playing with her cousin helped her forget about the rumor Viola had mentioned.
Finally, it was time for the main course. Papa carved the turkey and placed it on plates. The children brought their plates to the adult table for their parents to fill with mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, stuffing, broccoli casserole, and yams, complete with walnuts, apples, and mini-marshmallows. There was a basket of dinner rolls on their table when they returned.
Nonna volunteered to hold the baby, allowing Melinda to eat her dinner in as much peace as possible, with the children around her yelling at each other. Melinda only half-listened to the arguments, trying to avoid thinking about Pat.

After dinner, the children were sent into the living room to watch Christmas movies while Papa, who was supposed to be watching them, took a nap. Melinda was permitted to stay in the kitchen, provided she hold the baby. Since the baby had fallen back asleep, she was able to text Walter.
Melinda had received her first text from Walter before breakfast, when he asked about her grades. After replying, congratulating her on Dean’s List, and informing her he had done equally well, although he did not have any A-minuses, he continued to text her every hour to ask what course she was on. He had been fascinated the night before when she described the seven-course meal during their drive home. Meanwhile, Walter was describing some of the antics occurring at his home.
Walter’s mother was the second youngest of six children, all of whom were married with multiple children of their own. His father only had one brother, Vinny, and their parents lived in a retirement community in Florida, so Vinny and his family always joined the McGregor holiday celebrations. A lot of Walter’s cousins were married with children of their own running around. Their father’s fourth bandmate and his family had also attended, adding to the chaos.
Melinda was enjoying the stories when the baby began to stir.
“Hey, Aunt Francesca?”
“What’s up, sweetie?”
“Sophia is kinda fussing. I think she’s trying to stay asleep, but it’s a little loud in here. Do you think I can take her into the back bedroom?”
“That’s a good idea. Here. Here’s her bottle. If she wakes up or fusses, you can give her the rest of it. Oh. I haven’t changed her in a while.”
“I can do it when she wakes up. I know how.”
“Fantastic. Take the diaper bag. I wish Viola was as good a babysitter as you.”
Melinda smiled at the complement as she carried her cousin into a spare bedroom in the back of the house. She settled herself onto the bed, snuggling the baby in her arms.
A moment later, her video chat signaled an incoming call. She answered it, keeping the volume low.
Pat greeted her with the smile that had helped make him a famous movie star. “Hey, Daphne.”
“I thought her name was Melinda.” Melinda recognized the off-screen voice as belonging to Meghan, his equally famous sister.
Melinda smiled back as she heard Walter explain. “It’s his stupid pet name for her. Based on some Greek myth.”
“Hey you guys,” Melinda greeted them. “How’s the chaos?”
“We’re hiding,” Walter announced proudly as Pat angled his phone in such a way that Melinda could see all three of them. “Dinner’s over and no one will leave. Some are talking about staying over.”
Melinda giggled. “How was dinner?”
“Not bad,” Pat replied. “I got Walter to try Mom’s colcannon.”
“How was it?” Melinda knew her friend had been weary of the dish.
Walter grinned. “It has so much butter and cream, you can’t even taste the cabbage.”
“He had three helpings.” Meghan sounded a little grossed out.
“Only three?” Melinda was half serious, knowing her friend had a voracious appetite.
“He ate an entire apple pie,” Pat said.
“You didn’t!”
“No, I did,” Walter said sheepishly. “How are things over there? What course are you on?”
“We’re in between dinner and dessert. The kids are all watching TV, but I snuck away.” She angled the camera to show her cousin. “I’m babysitting.”
“Oh!” cooed Meghan. “She’s so cute! She’s a new baby.”
“Three months, I think. My aunt is letting me care for her.”
“Okay. Game time,” Pat announced with a smile. Melinda knew the Evans family loved to play games, especially the boys.
“Oh, I’ll let you go.”
“No. You’re playing. Stupidest dinner conversations. Me first. I overheard the Connors arguing over whose hair was redder.”
“You’re joking!”
Meghan laughed. “No, he’s not. They’re…I forgot. Six and seven, I think? Our cousins’ kids. I know they’re close in age. Anyway, I overheard their argument, marched between them and said I won. Then I walked away.”
Melinda tried not to wake the baby as she laughed. “Okay. That beats my stupid dinner conversation. My brother and my oldest cousin, they’re both in the seventh grade. They got into a debate about who was the first president.”
“There’s a debate?” asked Pat. “I thought it was obvious. John Hanson.”
Meghan shook her head. “No. Peyton Randolph.”
Walter sent a quizzical look at his siblings. “What happened to George Washington?”
“Wait. How is this something Walter doesn’t know?” melinda was surprised, since Walter had the reputation among their friends of being the most knowledgeable and having all the answers.
“John Hanson was the first president under the Articles of Confederation,” Pat explained, “which were the government after America declared independence and before the Constitution was ratified, making George Washington president.”
“But,” Meghan countered, “Peyton Randolph was president of the Continental Congress, which is the government that was in charge before the Articles of Confederation were passed.”
“Yeah, I think that was the argument my brother was trying to make,” Melinda agreed. “But, he didn’t have all those details, which made his point a little fuzzy.”
“I got one,” Meghan announced. “Uncle Liam asked me how school was going. I told him I was taking a year off. He said, Oh, before you start high school?”
“How do you take a year off before high school?” Melinda asked.
“We were homeschooled,” Walter reminded her. “He probably thought Meghan was taking a year at home before going to school.”
“Maybe he said the wrong word?”
“No, he really thought I was only twelve.”
“You look twelve,” Pat informed her.
Meghan playfully punched her brother. “Okay, Walter. You’re up.”
Walter thought for a moment. “Nope. I was too busy eating. I don’t think I heard any conversations.”
Everyone laughed and Joey bounded into the room, plopping himself beside Melinda. Sophia stirred, but did not wake as Melinda drew her closer.
“Nonna says dessert’s ready. What’cha watching?” He looked over her shoulder to better see the screen.
“Nothing. I’m just saying hi to my friends.”
“But, you’re watching a movie. That’s Patrick and Meghan McGregor.”
“And, you’ve met Walter.” Melinda turned her attention back to her phone.
“Hey, Joey. What’s for dessert?” Walter asked with a smile.
“Oh, the usual. Cannoli, apple pie, pumpkin pie. Probably some cheesecake. Cookies.”
Melinda smiled at the thought. “I like the green leaves with the chocolate inside.”
“Now I’m hungry again,” Walter announced. “I wonder if there’s more pie.”
Meghan punched her brother lightly on the shoulder as Melinda started giggling. Pat brought the phone close so Melinda could no longer see the other Evans siblings.
“Text me later?” Pat blew her a kiss before ending the call.
Joey stared at his sister. “I don’t get it. Why is Walter with them?”
“Walter’s their brother.” Melinda was trying to get off the bed and store her phone without waking the still-sleeping baby.
“But, why did Patrick McGregor want you to text him?”
Sophia whimpered. “Joey! You woke her up!”
Melinda bounced the baby gently, fumbling in the diaper bag for the bottle.
“But, he blew you a kiss!”
“Yes, he did. He’s my boyfriend.”
Melinda got the top off the bottle and was able to shove it into the baby’s mouth before she reached full-blown wailing. She continued to bounce and rock slightly to calm the baby and lull her back to sleep.
Joey shook his head. “No, he’s not. Poppy Sommers is. It’s all over the internet.”
Melinda dropped the bottle and the baby fussed for a moment while Melinda tried to shove it back into her mouth. When she did respond to her brother, she wasn’t entirely polite.
“I haven’t seen what you’re talking about. All I know is that Pat and I have been together for about a week and a half. Maybe what you saw was older than that.”
“You’re serious? He’s really your boyfriend? Does Mom know?”
Melinda rolled her eyes as she headed for the doorway, the baby already half-asleep again.
“Yes, she does. But, I’d rather no one else know. So, don’t say anything about it. Deal?”
“But…”
“Deal?” Melinda raised her voice as much as she dared without waking the baby.
“Fine,” Joey mumbled as he walked past Melinda to return to the dining room.

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2020.09.04 16:09 AshleighBSB Boarding School Blues - Chapter 1: Happy Thanksgiving

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This is Book 4: Boarding School Break: Happy Thanksgiving.[Book 2: Boarding School Beginnings] [Book 3: Boarding School Boyfriends]
It’s almost Thanksgiving. In a few hours, my friends will be giving me a ride back to my house. I have not been home since Long Weekend, nearly two months ago. Wow. I just realized it’s been that long. Maybe because my family visited me a couple of weeks ago, or maybe just because I have been so busy with finals, I hadn’t noticed the time passing.
I have mixed feelings about going home. While it will be nice to see my family, and I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner, I have become accustomed to seeing my friends every day. How am I supposed to go eleven whole days without them? Especially one of them?
Melinda’s mother greeted her with a hug before she even entered the house. “Happy Thanksgiving, and welcome home.”
Melinda’s father had been very busy at work and running late to retrieve Melinda from the Charles & Rachel Hartfield Preparatory School for Young Men and Women, a boarding school nearly two hours away from their Southern Connecticut home, so they were relieved when Melinda’s best friend, Walter Evans, had offered her a ride home earlier that day. Since his parents did not want to drive in the holiday traffic the evening before Thanksgiving, they had sent a car, which was currently driving back to the highway.
Melinda’s mother helped her carry her bags into the house, where they deposited them in the foyer while Melinda followed her mother to the kitchen.
“Your father decided to work late and your brother is having dinner at a friend’s house. I’ve been cooking all day. I so don’t want to make dinner. How does macaroni and cheese sound?”
“The orange kind in the blue box?” It was one of Melinda’s favorite foods.
Her mother made a face. “If you must. I was thinking the frozen kind.” She filled a pot with water to boil the pasta. “So, when you told me that Walter’s father was sending a car, you never mentioned it was going to be a limousine. I assumed you meant a regular car.”
Melinda settled into one of the kitchen chairs to watch her mother. “Oh, well, I think it was supposed to be a regular car. But, with three passengers and all our luggage, Mrs. Evans decided to order a bigger car when Walter told her I was coming.”
“I see. And how was your drive home?”
“Not bad. We hit some traffic, but we didn’t mind. There was a bag of cookies and some sodas. Walter ate most of it, but Pat and I managed to have a small snack.”
“Pat. That’s Walter’s brother, right?”
Melinda nodded and continued. “The car had a television, so we watched Neogenesis.”
“That strange science fiction show you like? You subjected your friends to that?”
“It’s just one of the many reasons Walter and I get along so well. Actually, both of our advisors are fans too, so they started a group. What did Mr. Peter’s call it? The NSFC, Neogenesis Science Fiction Club.”
“That is very…no. There are no words,” Melinda’s mother shook her head in amusement. “Who else is in this group?”
“Well, it was just Walter and me, but then Pat started attending when he came back to school after Parents’ Weekend.”
“Back to school? Where was he?”
The concerned look on her mother’s face was extremely telling. Two months ago, when Melinda had come for Long Weekend, she had discovered that her public school friends had undergone drastic transformations since beginning high school this past fall. Melinda knew her mother was aware of at least some of these changes and assumed she was envisioning Pat’s brother as some sort of delinquent who had started school more than halfway through the fall term because he had been in trouble.
Melinda took a deep breath. She knew this moment had been coming, but no amount of preparation could help her find the words. She understood, finally, how hard it had been for Walter to tell her so many weeks ago.
“Have I told you about Walter’s parents?” Melinda knew full well she had not.
“Don’t change the subject. Why was Pat not in school?”
“I promise, I’ll tell you. But, I have to start at the beginning. You see, Walter, you know his last name is Evans, right?” When her mother nodded, Melinda continued. “Well, his dad? He’s kinda Adam Evans. Like, from CAVEmen.”
Melinda’s mother just stared at her for a few moments. “Walter’s father is the lead guitarist for a rock band?”
Melinda nodded, then spoke quickly, realizing her mother had not yet made the connection. “Yeah, and that means his mother is Kara McGregor.”
This time, Melinda’s mother took a little longer to reply. “The child star.”
“Well, she’s not a kid anymore, but yeah. So, Walter’s siblings are sorta Meghan and Patrick McGregor.”
“The movie stars.”
“Pat missed the first part of the term because he was filming a movie in Hawaii.”
“He’s not a third-former, though. Isn’t he older than you? Why is he hanging around with younger students?”
Melinda smiled. “I asked him that, you know. I told you Walter was homeschooled? Well, because the kids were homeschooled, the family was usually able to be together when someone was filming a movie. For this last movie, when Pat was in Hawaii, Walter was back here in school. And, Meghan graduated last year and she’s living in New York now. Well, Pat really started to miss his brother, so when he got back to school, he wanted to spend some time with Walter. But, Walter wanted nothing to do with him. At least, not in public.”
“At your show,” her mother interrupted, referring to a dance performance in which Melinda had participated earlier that month, “you said Walter and his brother have a weird relationship. That Walter didn’t want to be seen with his brother.”
“They told me about the last time they tried to eat out in a restaurant. The boys, their parents, and their grandparents. Meghan wasn’t even with them. Long story. Anyway, they got bombarded by fans and they ended up having to take their dinners to go and eat in their van in a commuter lot. Walter lives with that every day. So, when he got to school, it was his shot at being normal. Pat feels the same way. School is someplace they don’t have to worry about being recognized.”
“Are you friends with Walter because of his family?”
Melinda actually smiled at the question. “That was Walter’s biggest fear this term, I think. But, one of the things Pat likes best about me is that I don’t see the movie star. Actually, I didn’t even notice when people started looking at me differently for being his girlfriend. He had to point it out to me.”
“You’re dating Patrick McGregor?”
Melinda closed her eyes and sighed a little. She had not intended to tell her mother about her relationship with Pat. At least, not yet. With a deep breath, she shook her head, telling her mother what she had told her friends the week before. “No. Patrick McGregor only exists in Hollywood. I’m with Pat Evans.”
“And how old is this boy again?”
Melinda was a little relieved that her mother was referring to him as this boy, and not focusing on the movie star. “He’s sixteen.”
“And you don’t think he’s a little old for you?”
“Oh, no, I do think he’s a little old for me. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to be his girlfriend.”
“What were the other reasons?”
Melinda thought about her ex-boyfriend, a boy from home her mother knew from church. “Well, Eliot and I were friends, and then he was my boyfriend and things didn’t really end well and then we weren’t friends anymore. Pat and I were friends, and I didn’t want the same thing to happen with him.”
Melinda’s mother said nothing as Melinda continued. “And, then there was Walter. He was hanging out with this girl we all hated, and I realized I was jealous of her. Not because I liked Walter, because I don’t. Not like that. I just thought she was taking away my best friend. And, I didn’t want Walter to feel that way towards his brother. Or to me.”
“Sounds like a lot of reasons not to be his girlfriend. So, why are you?”
Melinda shrugged. “I can’t explain it. When he holds me, I feel safe.”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable knowing you’re dating a boy so much older than you. Boys that age, they want certain things out of a relationship. You’re only thirteen.”
Melinda tried not to whine. “Mooom! Pat and I have talked about this. I don’t want a…physical relationship with him. And, neither does he. He believes in saving all that for marriage.”
“He told you that?” Melinda could hear the skepticism in her mother’s voice as she watched her strain the pasta and returning it to the pan.
Melinda shrugged. “Yeah. He wanted to make sure that we both…understood each other’s intentions.”
“But, sweetie, how do you know he means it?”
Melinda made a face. “Why would he say it if he didn’t mean it?”
Her mother added milk and butter to the pan. “He’s an actor. A really good one. He could just be telling you what he thinks you want to hear.”
Melinda considered a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t think he is. I think he really means it. See, okay. He’s probably gonna be upset with me telling you, so please don’t ever let him find out I did. But, they’re a super religious family. I mean, Walter actually memorized the entire catechism as part of his homeschooling.”
Melinda’s mother raised her eyebrows. “He did?”
Melinda nodded. “Why do you think he’s my confirmation mentor? Anyway, Pat was telling me about this religious retreat he went on after his third form year. With Meghan, I think. There were a lot of talks about chastity and it really struck a chord with him. It’s something he really firmly believes in. He even has this little card he carries around in his wallet to remind him about the promise he made.”
“Promise?”
Melinda nodded. “Yeah. Signing this card is some kind of promise to God that he’s gonna save himself for marriage. I’m not sure I understand it, but since it means we’re thinking the same way, I didn’t really question it.”
Melinda’s mother looked unconvinced as she put the bowl of pasta on the table. “I’m still not comfortable with my thirteen-year-old dating a sixteen-year-old.”
“Well, the boys invited me over during break. Maybe I can go visit and you can get to know him a little better.”
“We’ll see. So, when do you get your report card?”
“The actual paper one will be mailed some time next week, I think. But, I know we can check our grades tonight. Actually,” Melinda glanced at the clock on the microwave. “I think they’re all in now.”
Melinda ran back to the foyer to retrieve her laptop, which she set up on the kitchen table. The student portal on the school website was not very mobile friendly and she hated accessing it from her phone. She logged in and found that each of her teachers were able to write comments on her performance for the term. Melinda was stunned as she examined her report.

ART 104 Drawing Basics Rockwell A I was extremely pleased with your final project. You have shown tremendous growth this term.
ART 701 Dance Nutmeg Ballet Co. P Melinda is an excellent dancer. We hope to see her next term.
ENG 101 Third Form English Johnson A- Melinda has made amazing progress this term. She has shown great improvement in her essay writing and always provides excellent journal entries. She offers insightful comments during class discussions and is a pleasure to have in class.
LATIN 101 Latin I Henderson A- Melinda is a joy to have in class. I love her enthusiasm. She should work on her vocabulary building to improve her sight-reading abilities.
MAT 250 Honors Geometry Davidson A Melinda has a good understanding of the material.
MUS 751 Wind Orchestra Williams P Melinda has shown improvement. Remember to tighten your embouchure.
SCI 151 Honors Physics Wilson A Melinda had a rough start this term but has shown tremendous progress. I look forward to working with her this winter.
At the bottom of the page was a note from her advisor:
I have watched Melinda work pertinaciously throughout the term. I have also seen her interacting with several of her peers. Unlike many third form students, Melinda has seemed to find a constructive balance between her work and play, and her hard work seems to have paid off, as her grades have earned her recognition on this trimester’s Dean’s List.
Clarissa Price
Melinda was unable to do anything besides stare at her computer. How had she managed to get straight A’s? She had studied so diligently, but always felt as if she were struggling to understand the material.
Melinda ate her pasta absently as she replayed the last three months in her head. She recalled that by the end of September, she had resolved to remain at least one day ahead in her homework assignments for each class. And, she had made sure to check in with her teachers if she didn’t understand something. She supposed, upon further reflection, she had noticed by the end of the semester that the work had seemed easier. And she had felt her finals were pretty easy, although many of her friends had seemed to struggle.
Melinda’s mother approached the table, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Are your grades there?”
“Um, yeah.” Melinda turned the computer so her mother could view the report herself. Meanwhile, Melinda used her phone to check on the definition of embouchure, realizing her orchestra teacher wanted her to work on the way her mouth was shaped when she was playing her flute.
As she began to eat, she looked up dean’s list, a term she knew she had heard, but had never understood. It took a little research, including a trip to the school’s handbook, before she realized she had made the school’s honor roll.
“Straight A’s? And Dean’s List? Oh, Melinda. I’m so proud of you. I was worried all these boys were going to hurt your grades, but I see your advisor believes you have juggled your school work and social life well.”
“So, does that mean I can visit Walter and Pat over break?”
“We’ll see,” her mother echoed her earlier words, but this time she was smiling.

Melinda was not surprised that her family was the first to arrive at Nonna and Papa’s house Thanksgiving Day. Melinda’s mother carried in her huge antipasto tower while Melinda carried in the smaller version her mother had made for the kids table. Her father brought her eleven-year-old brother, Joey, in the back yard to play catch in the unseasonably warm weather.
Melinda followed her mother into the house and down the hall into the kitchen, greeting Nonna as they entered.
“Happy Thanksgiving!”
“Happy Thanksgiving! You can put that on the table, there.” Nonna nodded to the kitchen table as she wiped her hands on her apron. “How are you?”
Nonna hugged Melinda and her mother, giving each a peck on the cheek, before returning to the stove to stir the pot of sauce. Melinda’s mother looked around.
“How can we help?” Melinda’s mother asked.
“I think everything is all set.” Nonna scanned the room. “Yup. Just waiting on the boys.”
Melinda’s mother had two brothers, both of whom were married with children, but Nonna always referred to them as the boys. Melinda sat at the table watching her mother stir the sauce and Nonna busy herself around the kitchen as she talked to Melinda.
“So, how’s school?”
Melinda shrugged. “It was kinda hard at first, but it’s not bad. I’m enjoying it.”
“She made Dean’s List.” Melinda could hear the pride in her mother’s voice. “And she has a boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? Is he Italian?” Melinda knew that Nonna was proud that her grandchildren were so smart, especially Melinda and Joey, who had both skipped a grade in school. But, Nonna had been raised in a strict Italian-American household and wanted all her grandchildren to marry into good Italian families.
“Well, he’s Irish. But, we go to church together every Sunday.”
“Not Italian, but Irish is not bad. He’s a good boy.”
“He’s sixteen.” There was a tone of disapproval in Melinda’s mother’s voice.
“Joseph is older than you.”
“Yes, but we met after college. Three years is a big deal in high school.”
Melinda was saved from further interrogation by the arrival of Uncle Tony and Aunt Francesca, who poured out of their minivan with three daughters, two trays of stuffed mushrooms, and a bubbling baby girl Melinda had yet to meet.
Hugs were exchanged and Melinda brought the trays of mushrooms straight to the dining room, since they were the first course. Then, Melinda was charged with holding the baby, Sophia, while the other little girls ran around outside with the guys. Uncle Marco arrived with Aunt Lily a few moments later, carrying a large tray of yams and a rambunctious little boy, who was banished to the backyard with his cousins and uncles.
It was not long before Nonna called everyone to the table, but it did take a while to be seated, especially at the kids table. No one wanted to sit next to the two four-year-olds, both of whom had a reputation of being extremely messy eaters. Eventually, as the family settled down, Melinda ended up beside her oldest cousin, Viola, who was in the same grade as Joey, even though she was a year older than he. Across from Melinda, Joey was seated beside Viola’s eight-year old sister, with the four-year-olds at either head. Melinda had placed a sleeping Sophia back into her carrier during the meal.
The family joined hands to say their traditional table blessing, and then began to eat. There was a lot of conversation over the stuffed mushrooms, which only Uncle Tony’s children ate, as the other children disliked them. It was not long, however, before Papa was wandering around the room carrying small bowls, each holding a stuffed artichoke. Melinda and Viola were the only children to request one.
Viola tore off a leaf and sucked on the stuffing before scraping it with her teeth and throwing the leaf in a large bowl between her and Melinda. “So, my mom says you live at your school. What’s that like?”
Melinda shrugged. “It’s not bad. I like it. There’s lots to do and I’ve made some really nice friends.”
“But, do you have to do homework all the time, or do you get to have some fun?”
“Oh, there’s lots of things to do. I did dance as my sport and that was really fun. And on the weekends, my friends and I go into town or go to the mall. There’s a movie theater in the mall, so we’ve gone there a couple of times.”
“Really? Have you seen Romeo and Juliet? I love Jarrod Handy. Oh, and Patrick McGregor was in it, too. It was probably the best movie ever.”
“Patrick McGregor goes to her school,” Joey announced. “I got his autograph.”
“OMG! Really? That is so cool. Do you have any classes with him?”
Melinda responded cautiously. “No. He’s a fifth, I mean, he’s in the eleventh grade. But, we’re friends.”
“Really?” asked Joey. “I didn’t know that. Hey, Mom!” Joey shouted to the nearby adult table. “Did you know Melinda was friends with Patrick McGregor?”
“Yes, I did.”
Viola was wiggling excitedly in her seat, her artichoke nearly forgotten. “Have you met his girlfriend? I was reading last night that he’s with Poppy Sommers now. Does she go to your school too? What’s she like? What’s he like?”
“I hadn’t heard that.” Melinda’s fingers started shaking nervously as she brought the next leaf to her mouth. She figured it was time to change the subject. “So, how’s everything with you?”

It was not long before Papa cleared the artichoke dishes and Melinda’s mother brought in her trays towering with layers of meat, cheese, and olives. While the adults simply spooned great helpings onto their plates, the children picked out what they wanted to eat, leaving the hard-boiled eggs for the four-year-olds.
Melinda spent the entire course wondering what her cousin had read and whether she should bother mentioning the rumor to Pat. Of course it was a rumor, she assured herself. Pat would never cheat on her. But, a lingering doubt made her olives taste a little more sour than usual.
Nonna went around the room asking everyone how many manicotti they each wanted. Melinda, Viola, and Joey each requested one, but none of the other children did.
None of the children wanted the salad course, and Melinda was elected to hold Sophia, who had woken from her nap, and feed her a bottle. Melinda enjoyed playing with her three-month-old cousin, who was most excited when she was being held. Playing with her cousin helped her forget about the rumor Viola had mentioned.
Finally, it was time for the main course. Papa carved the turkey and placed it on plates. The children brought their plates to the adult table for their parents to fill with mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, stuffing, broccoli casserole, and yams, complete with walnuts, apples, and mini-marshmallows. There was a basket of dinner rolls on their table when they returned.
Nonna volunteered to hold the baby, allowing Melinda to eat her dinner in as much peace as possible, with the children around her yelling at each other. Melinda only half-listened to the arguments, trying to avoid thinking about Pat.

After dinner, the children were sent into the living room to watch Christmas movies while Papa, who was supposed to be watching them, took a nap. Melinda was permitted to stay in the kitchen, provided she hold the baby. Since the baby had fallen back asleep, she was able to text Walter.
Melinda had received her first text from Walter before breakfast, when he asked about her grades. After replying, congratulating her on Dean’s List, and informing her he had done equally well, although he did not have any A-minuses, he continued to text her every hour to ask what course she was on. He had been fascinated the night before when she described the seven-course meal during their drive home. Meanwhile, Walter was describing some of the antics occurring at his home.
Walter’s mother was the second youngest of six children, all of whom were married with multiple children of their own. His father only had one brother, Vinny, and their parents lived in a retirement community in Florida, so Vinny and his family always joined the McGregor holiday celebrations. A lot of Walter’s cousins were married with children of their own running around. Their father’s fourth bandmate and his family had also attended, adding to the chaos.
Melinda was enjoying the stories when the baby began to stir.
“Hey, Aunt Francesca?”
“What’s up, sweetie?”
“Sophia is kinda fussing. I think she’s trying to stay asleep, but it’s a little loud in here. Do you think I can take her into the back bedroom?”
“That’s a good idea. Here. Here’s her bottle. If she wakes up or fusses, you can give her the rest of it. Oh. I haven’t changed her in a while.”
“I can do it when she wakes up. I know how.”
“Fantastic. Take the diaper bag. I wish Viola was as good a babysitter as you.”
Melinda smiled at the complement as she carried her cousin into a spare bedroom in the back of the house. She settled herself onto the bed, snuggling the baby in her arms.
A moment later, her video chat signaled an incoming call. She answered it, keeping the volume low.
Pat greeted her with the smile that had helped make him a famous movie star. “Hey, Daphne.”
“I thought her name was Melinda.” Melinda recognized the off-screen voice as belonging to Meghan, his equally famous sister.
Melinda smiled back as she heard Walter explain. “It’s his stupid pet name for her. Based on some Greek myth.”
“Hey you guys,” Melinda greeted them. “How’s the chaos?”
“We’re hiding,” Walter announced proudly as Pat angled his phone in such a way that Melinda could see all three of them. “Dinner’s over and no one will leave. Some are talking about staying over.”
Melinda giggled. “How was dinner?”
“Not bad,” Pat replied. “I got Walter to try Mom’s colcannon.”
“How was it?” Melinda knew her friend had been weary of the dish.
Walter grinned. “It has so much butter and cream, you can’t even taste the cabbage.”
“He had three helpings.” Meghan sounded a little grossed out.
“Only three?” Melinda was half serious, knowing her friend had a voracious appetite.
“He ate an entire apple pie,” Pat said.
“You didn’t!”
“No, I did,” Walter said sheepishly. “How are things over there? What course are you on?”
“We’re in between dinner and dessert. The kids are all watching TV, but I snuck away.” She angled the camera to show her cousin. “I’m babysitting.”
“Oh!” cooed Meghan. “She’s so cute! She’s a new baby.”
“Three months, I think. My aunt is letting me care for her.”
“Okay. Game time,” Pat announced with a smile. Melinda knew the Evans family loved to play games, especially the boys.
“Oh, I’ll let you go.”
“No. You’re playing. Stupidest dinner conversations. Me first. I overheard the Connors arguing over whose hair was redder.”
“You’re joking!”
Meghan laughed. “No, he’s not. They’re…I forgot. Six and seven, I think? Our cousins’ kids. I know they’re close in age. Anyway, I overheard their argument, marched between them and said I won. Then I walked away.”
Melinda tried not to wake the baby as she laughed. “Okay. That beats my stupid dinner conversation. My brother and my oldest cousin, they’re both in the seventh grade. They got into a debate about who was the first president.”
“There’s a debate?” asked Pat. “I thought it was obvious. John Hanson.”
Meghan shook her head. “No. Peyton Randolph.”
Walter sent a quizzical look at his siblings. “What happened to George Washington?”
“Wait. How is this something Walter doesn’t know?” melinda was surprised, since Walter had the reputation among their friends of being the most knowledgeable and having all the answers.
“John Hanson was the first president under the Articles of Confederation,” Pat explained, “which were the government after America declared independence and before the Constitution was ratified, making George Washington president.”
“But,” Meghan countered, “Peyton Randolph was president of the Continental Congress, which is the government that was in charge before the Articles of Confederation were passed.”
“Yeah, I think that was the argument my brother was trying to make,” Melinda agreed. “But, he didn’t have all those details, which made his point a little fuzzy.”
“I got one,” Meghan announced. “Uncle Liam asked me how school was going. I told him I was taking a year off. He said, Oh, before you start high school?”
“How do you take a year off before high school?” Melinda asked.
“We were homeschooled,” Walter reminded her. “He probably thought Meghan was taking a year at home before going to school.”
“Maybe he said the wrong word?”
“No, he really thought I was only twelve.”
“You look twelve,” Pat informed her.
Meghan playfully punched her brother. “Okay, Walter. You’re up.”
Walter thought for a moment. “Nope. I was too busy eating. I don’t think I heard any conversations.”
Everyone laughed and Joey bounded into the room, plopping himself beside Melinda. Sophia stirred, but did not wake as Melinda drew her closer.
“Nonna says dessert’s ready. What’cha watching?” He looked over her shoulder to better see the screen.
“Nothing. I’m just saying hi to my friends.”
“But, you’re watching a movie. That’s Patrick and Meghan McGregor.”
“And, you’ve met Walter.” Melinda turned her attention back to her phone.
“Hey, Joey. What’s for dessert?” Walter asked with a smile.
“Oh, the usual. Cannoli, apple pie, pumpkin pie. Probably some cheesecake. Cookies.”
Melinda smiled at the thought. “I like the green leaves with the chocolate inside.”
“Now I’m hungry again,” Walter announced. “I wonder if there’s more pie.”
Meghan punched her brother lightly on the shoulder as Melinda started giggling. Pat brought the phone close so Melinda could no longer see the other Evans siblings.
“Text me later?” Pat blew her a kiss before ending the call.
Joey stared at his sister. “I don’t get it. Why is Walter with them?”
“Walter’s their brother.” Melinda was trying to get off the bed and store her phone without waking the still-sleeping baby.
“But, why did Patrick McGregor want you to text him?”
Sophia whimpered. “Joey! You woke her up!”
Melinda bounced the baby gently, fumbling in the diaper bag for the bottle.
“But, he blew you a kiss!”
“Yes, he did. He’s my boyfriend.”
Melinda got the top off the bottle and was able to shove it into the baby’s mouth before she reached full-blown wailing. She continued to bounce and rock slightly to calm the baby and lull her back to sleep.
Joey shook his head. “No, he’s not. Poppy Sommers is. It’s all over the internet.”
Melinda dropped the bottle and the baby fussed for a moment while Melinda tried to shove it back into her mouth. When she did respond to her brother, she wasn’t entirely polite.
“I haven’t seen what you’re talking about. All I know is that Pat and I have been together for about a week and a half. Maybe what you saw was older than that.”
“You’re serious? He’s really your boyfriend? Does Mom know?”
Melinda rolled her eyes as she headed for the doorway, the baby already half-asleep again.
“Yes, she does. But, I’d rather no one else know. So, don’t say anything about it. Deal?”
“But…”
“Deal?” Melinda raised her voice as much as she dared without waking the baby.
“Fine,” Joey mumbled as he walked past Melinda to return to the dining room.

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2020.08.28 20:57 d1dOnly [OC] When Each Team Last Won A Game Without Their Current Starting QB

With less than 2 weeks until the season started I figured I could look at the last time each team won a game without their current starting QB. Here goes:
Team Current Starting QB Date Of Last in With Different QB Starting QB
Cincinnati Joe Burrow 12/29/2019 Andy Dalton
Baltimore Lamar Jackson 12/29/2019 Robert Griffin III
Indianapolis Philip Rivers 12/22/2019 Jacoby Brissett
New England Cam Newton 12/21/2019 Tom Brady
NY Giants Daniel Jones 12/15/2019 Eli Manning
Tampa Bay Tom Brady 12/15/2019 Jameis Winston
LA Chargers Tyrod Taylor 12/8/2019 Philip Rivers
Pittsburgh Ben Roethlisberger 12/8/2019 Delvin Hodges
Denver Drew Lock 11/3/2019 Brandon Allen
Carolina Teddy Bridgewater 11/3/2019 Kyle Allen
Kansas City Patrick Mahomes 11/3/2019 Matt Moore
New Orleans Drew Brees 10/20/2019 Teddy Bridgewater
Washington Dwayne Haskins 10/13/2019 Case Keenum
Tennessee Ryan Tannehill 9/29/2019 Marcus Mariota
Philadelphia Carson Wentz 1/6/2019 Nick Foles
Jacksonville Gardner Minshew 12/23/2018 Cody Kessler
San Francisco Jimmy Garoppolo 12/16/2018 Nick Mullens
Miami Ryan Fitzpatrick 12/9/2018 Ryan Tannehill
Arizona Kyler Murray 12/2/2018 Josh Rosen
Chicago Mitchell Trubisky 11/22/2018 Chase Daniel
Buffalo Josh Allen 11/11/2018 Matt Barkley
Cleveland Baker Mayfield 9/20/2018 Tyrod Taylor
Minnesota Kirk Cousins 1/14/2018 Case Keenum
Green Bay Aaron Rodgers 12/10/2017 Brett Hundley
NY Jets Sam Darnold 12/3/2017 Josh McCown
Houston Deshaun Watson 11/19/2017 Tom Savage
LA Rams Jared Goff 11/13/2016 Case Keenum
Dallas Dak Prescott 12/7/2015 Matt Cassel
Las Vegas Derek Carr 11/17/2013 Matt McGloin
Seattle Russell Wilson 12/18/2011 Tavaris Jackson
Detroit Matthew Stafford 1/2/2011 Shaun Hill
Atlanta Matt Ryan 12/30/2007 Chris Redman
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2020.08.26 10:04 verbsnounsandshit [FIGHT THREAD] Jeff Horn vs Tim Tzyu

DATE Wednesday 26th August 2020
LOCATION Queensland Country Bank Stadium, Townsville, Australia
TELEVISION Main Event (Australia), ESPN+ (USA)
TIME 7pm (Sydney), 2am (LA), 5am (NYC), 10am (London)

Jeff Horn vs Tim Tszyu

10 Rounds

Super Welterweight Division

Jeff Horn vs Tim Tszyu
20(13)-2-1 RECORD 15(11)-0-0
32 AGE 25
5'9" HEIGHT 5'8.5"
68" REACH 72"
153.5 lbs WEIGHT 153.25 lbs
Orthodox STANCE Orthodox
Brisbane, Australia HOMETOWN Sydney, Australia
3(1)-2-0 LAST FIVE 5(3)-0-0

Undercard Fights

  • Issac Hardman vs Jamie Weetch
  • Liam Wilson vs Jackson Woods
  • Joel Camilleri vs Adam Copland
  • Shannon O'Connell vs Kylie Fulmer
  • Ben Horn vs Patrick Clarke
  • Linn Sandstrom vs Jessica Cashman
  • Vegas Larfield vs Ricky Hunt
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2020.08.25 22:20 69tails8 Athletic: Jets stock report: Who’s rising and who’s falling through two weeks of camp?

Things were heated the last time the Jets were on the field. Instead of returning on Monday for a full-padded practice, coach Adam Gase decided to cool things off. He held a light, padless walkthrough. It calmed those flaring tempers, while providing the many injured Jets a chance to rehab.
It was the right move. The Jets — especially the offense — were sharp on Tuesday.
But as the third week of this unorthodox training camp approaches, time is running out for the Jets to prepare for the season opener against the Bills. New York must cut its 80-man roster to 53 by Sept. 5. That means there are only two more weeks for the front office and coaching staff to evaluate where the roster currently stands.
Where are things right now? Before getting to Tuesday’s practice report, here’s a training camp stock update with the risers and fallers to this point.

Rising

Mekhi Becton, left tackle: The first-round pick turned heads the first few days of camp with his size. Now he’s earning rave reviews for his play. Becton seems entrenched as the team’s starting left tackle, and more than capable of handling the role. While his summer isn’t without a few hiccups — linebacker Jordan Jenkins bested him a few times in 1-on-1 drills — he continually gets better. His highlight of camp came on a pancake block of starting linebacker Neville Hewitt in the first practice with pads. He added to it on Tuesday, moving Quinnen Williams out of the gap to open a massive running lane for Le’Veon Bell.
Arguably the most impressive aspect of Becton’s camp thus far is that you don’t notice he’s there unless you’re specifically watching. That’s a really good sign for an offensive line, who much like cornerbacks, usually only garner attention when they’re getting beat. The Jets might having something here in Sam Darnold’s blind-side protector.
Marcus Maye, safety: When the Jets added Bradley McDougald to the bounty of picks they received for Jamal Adams, it seemed the veteran would slide in as New York’s new strong safety. No, McDougald isn’t anywhere close to the player Adams is, but he is a serviceable starter. It made sense for defensive coordinator Gregg Williams to convert to a more traditional defensive alignment with Maye as free safety and McDougald as the strong.
That’s not what’s happening. The Jets didn’t eliminate the hybrid-do-everything role Adams played the last three years. They just gave it to Maye.
You’d be hard-pressed to find a player playing better (on either side of the ball) than Maye. While he spent most of the last few seasons as the deep center fielder, now he’s in man coverage, blitzing, mid-zone, deep-zone and even playing a little linebacker. More important: He’s not overwhelmed, but thriving with these expanded responsibilities.
“I just love being on the grass,” Maye said.
Chris Hogan, wideout: The rash of injuries to the receiving corps led to Hogan’s signing during the first week of camp. The Jets didn’t throw the veteran to the wolves, but he’s now working (as of Tuesday) exclusively with the first-team offense. He’s starting to make plays, too, as he and Darnold seem to have found fast chemistry.
Hogan caught a touchdown and two long first downs on Sunday. On Tuesday, he made an impressive toe-tapping grab on the left sideline. Granted, he’s matchup up against Nate Hairston on most plays. There’s an awful big difference between Nate Hairston and, say, Tre’Davious White, whom he’ll see in the opener. But with the current state of the Jets wideouts, New York will take it.
“He’s a guy that has a knack to get open,” Gase said. “He plays aggressive. He plays angry.”
Chris Herndon, tight end: The Jets have done nothing but gush about Herndon dating back to his first training camp with the team. Now comfortable in Adam Gase’s scheme and healthy, you’re starting to see why. The guy is the complete package at the position — capable of stretching the field, making contested catches, moving the chains, and blocking. Darnold and Herndon had solid chemistry as rookies in 2018, and it’s blossomed this summer.
With the issues at wideout, Darnold seems to throw to his tight end over and over again. If both parties stay healthy, they could be in store for a big season.
Bless Austin, cornerback: Gregg Williams benched Austin late last season after a mental mishap against the Steelers. The rookie corner didn’t pay attention to the situation (late in the first half) and Mason Rudolph torched him for a long gain as a result. Austin not only rode the bench the rest of that game, but didn’t play the finale against the Bills.
It wasn’t clear how Austin, among the more self-confident players on the roster, would handle that scolding. This summer provided an answer.
“It was a pivotal moment (for me) because I learned the severity of not paying attention to detail,” Austin said last week. “When you’re a young guy, you get away with not paying attention to detail and you just want to go through the motions. That was a situation right there where I learned the consequences you pay for not paying attention to details.”
When healthy, Pierre Desir (hamstring) and Brian Poole (dehydration) commandeer two of the three starting corner jobs. The last one, entering camp, seemed up for grabs. Austin is having undeniably the best summer of anyone else at his position, highlighted by an impressive interception in practice on Saturday.
After benching him last season, it’s hard to believe Williams finds a way to take Austin off the field this year.
Notable alternates: WR Lawrence Cager, WR Breshad Perriman, RB Frank Gore, LB Blake Cashman, CB Quincy Wilson, TE Trevon Wesco, DL Foley Fatukasi

Falling

Denzel Mims, wideout: The Jets had high expectations for their rookie second-round pick this season. Now it’s hard to imagine he’ll make much of an impact, at least early on. Mims tweaked his hamstring during the conditioning portion of camp and hasn’t practiced since. It’s one thing for a veteran to miss a large portion of camp. But a rookie who also didn’t have the luxury of organized team activities and minicamp? That’s an awful lot of missed time.
Chuma Edoga, right tackle: While the Jets said all five spots on the offensive line were up for grabs, once they cut Brian Winters, the only real positional battle figured to be at right tackle, with Edoga (last year’s third-round pick) fighting it out with George Fant (this year’s free-agent signing). Edoga hasn’t done anything wrong to this point — he’s actually had some good moments. But this isn’t exactly a battle.
Fant, from the first practice through Tuesday, has taken every first-team rep.
Arthur Maulet, cornerback: Maulet endeared himself to Gregg Williams last year with his endless motor. While not the most talented, he put himself in position to make plays by never taking a second off. This provided a welcome change of pace considering the effort (or lack thereof) the Jets were getting from Trumaine Johnson and Darryl Roberts.
Maulet is still a high-energy guy, but he’s struggling some in camp. Twice he’s lost his spot on the starting defense to Quincy Wilson due to mental errors. The most recent time (Tuesday) might be for good. Maulet will likely still have a spot on the 53-man roster, but it seems unlikely he’ll be with the No. 1 defense once Desir and Poole are healthy.
Henry Anderson, defensive end: Anderson enjoyed a breakout season with the Jets two years ago when he had 35 tackles and seven sacks, getting rewarded with a long-term contract extension after the season by Mike Maccagnan. Anderson’s encore was awfully underwhelming though, as he finished 2019 with just one sack. This summer has been more of the same. While Anderson isn’t playing poorly, he’s not making much of an impact. He’s seldom in the backfield or around the quarterback. Attribute some of this to a strong camp from Fant, but you hoped for more from the veteran defensive end.

The walking wounded

The Jets are still without wideouts Denzel Mims (hamstring) and Breshad Perriman (knee), linebacker James Burgess (lower back), corner Brian Poole (dehydration), tackle Conor McDermott (knee), corner Pierre Desir (hamstring), wideout Vyncint Smith (core), defensive lineman Jabari Zuniga (quad), safety Matthias Farley (hamstring), running back Josh Adams (hamstring), linebacker Patrick Onwuasor (knee), defensive lineman John Franklin-Myers (groin), safety Matthias Farley (hamstring) and wideout Breshad Perriman (knee).
Linebacker Tarrell Basham (ankle) and receiver Lawrence Cager (knee) left practice early. It’s unclear if either of the injuries are serious.
Offensive tackle Chuma Edoga (calf) returned.
Corner Bryce Hall remains on the COVID-19 list, and quarterback Joe Flacco on the PUP.

Depth chart breakdown

No huge updates here. Wideout Chris Hogan, as mentioned above, is working exclusively with the first-team offense now. Linebacker Avery Williamson, who’s still working his way back from an ACL tear, is with the second-team defense. Corner Quincy Wilson replaced Arthur Maulet with the starting defense midway through practice.

Highlights and observations

EDIT: Article is by Conner Hughes not me
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2020.08.12 08:03 autobuzzfeedbot 15 Movie And TV Age Gaps Between Actors That Are Really, Really Messed Up

  1. In The Phantom of the Opera, Emmy Rossum turned 17 a couple days before shooting began, while Gerard Butler was 33 and Patrick Wilson was 30.
  2. In Never Have I Ever, Maitreyi Ramakrishnan was 17 when she was cast as Devi. By the time the show premiered, she was 18 and love interest Darren Barnet was 29.
  3. In Singin' in the Rain, Debbie Reynolds was cast when she was 19 years old. Her onscreen love interest, Gene Kelly, was 40.
  4. In Magic in the Moonlight, there was a 28-year age gap between onscreen lovers Emma Stone and Colin Firth.
  5. In That '70s Show, Mila Kunis was only 14 when she was cast and 15 when the pilot aired. Ashton Kutcher was 20.
  6. In White Christmas, Bing Crosby was nearly twice the age of Rosemary Clooney. He was 51 when the movie came out, and she was 26.
  7. In Boy Meets World, Trina McGee (Angela) was 28 when she first appeared on the show. Her love interest, Rider Strong (Shawn), was 17.
  8. In Funny Face, Audrey Hepburn was 27 when the movie was released, and Fred Astaire was a few days shy of his 58th birthday.
  9. In Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, Keira Knightley was 17 when she shot the movie, and Orlando Bloom was 25.
  10. In Focus, there was a 22-year age gap between Will Smith and Margot Robbie when the movie was released.
  11. In The Greatest Showman, Zendaya just turned 20 when the movie started shooting, and Zac Efron was 29.
  12. In As Good As It Gets, Helen Hunt was 34 and Jack Nicholson was only a couple years older...plus or minus an extra 25 years.
  13. In Riverdale, KJ Apa and Ashleigh Murray's characters started dating when there was an 11-year age difference between the actors.
  14. In Entrapment, Sean Connery was more than double the age of love interest Catherine Zeta-Jones.
  15. And in Another Cinderella Story, Selena Gomez had just turned 16 when the movie was released, and Drew Seeley was 26.
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2020.08.04 23:05 NationalsBot GAME THREAD: Mets (4-7) @ Nationals (3-4) - August 4, 2020

Mets (4-7) @ Nationals (3-4)

First Pitch: 7:05 PM at Nationals Park
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Line Score - Game Over

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E
NYM 0 0 0 2 1 0 0 0 0 3 10 1
WSH 1 1 3 0 0 0 0 0 5 10 1

Box Score

WSH AB R H RBI BB SO SB BA NYM AB R H RBI BB SO SB BA
SS Turner 3 0 0 0 1 0 0 .233 CF Nimmo 4 1 1 0 1 3 0 .238
RF Eaton 4 0 0 0 0 1 0 .258 3B Davis, J 3 0 1 0 2 2 0 .297
1B Kendrick 4 2 4 1 0 0 0 .300 1B Alonso, P 4 0 1 1 1 2 0 .174
DH Cabrera, A 4 1 2 0 0 0 0 .258 DH Ramos, W 5 1 1 0 0 0 0 .216
2B Castro, S 4 1 2 1 0 1 0 .379 RF Conforto 4 1 1 2 0 0 0 .318
LF Harrison 3 1 1 2 0 0 1 .143 2B Dozier, B 4 0 1 0 0 1 0 .125
LF Taylor, M 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .143 CF Cordell 3 0 1 0 0 1 0 .250
3B Kieboom, C 3 0 1 1 1 2 0 .417 LF Smith, Do 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 .200
C Gomes 4 0 0 0 0 2 0 .000 SS Gimenez 4 0 2 0 0 1 0 .333
CF Robles 3 0 0 0 0 0 0 .269 C Nido 4 0 1 0 0 2 0 .300
WSH IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA NYM IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Corbin 5.2 8 3 3 1 8 102-66 3.00 Matz 3.0 7 5 5 0 3 78-53 5.65
Harper, R 0.1 0 0 0 2 0 12-3 0.00 Sewald 1.2 2 0 0 1 0 35-19 5.06
Rainey 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 14-8 1.59 Familia 1.1 0 0 0 1 1 15-9 3.18
Guerra, Ja 1.0 2 0 0 0 2 20-13 1.93 Betances 1.0 1 0 0 0 0 8-5 10.80
Hudson, D 1.0 0 0 0 1 2 14-8 0.00 Díaz, E 1.0 0 0 0 0 2 15-10 4.15

Scoring Plays

Inning Event Score
B1 Howie Kendrick homers (1) on a fly ball to left field. 1-0
B2 Josh Harrison homers (1) on a line drive to left center field. 2-0
B3 Starlin Castro singles on a line drive to right fielder Michael Conforto. Howie Kendrick scores. Asdrubal Cabrera to 3rd. 3-0
B3 Josh Harrison out on a sacrifice fly to left fielder Brandon Nimmo. Asdrubal Cabrera scores. Starlin Castro to 2nd. 4-0
B3 Carter Kieboom singles on a line drive to right fielder Michael Conforto. Starlin Castro scores. 5-0
T4 Michael Conforto homers (2) on a fly ball to left field. Wilson Ramos scores. 5-2
T5 Pete Alonso singles on a line drive to right fielder Adam Eaton. Brandon Nimmo scores. J.D. Davis to 3rd. 5-3

Highlights

Description Length HD
Howie Kendrick drills his first homer of the season 0:30 HD
Josh Harrison launches a solo home run to left field 0:26 HD
Juan Soto dances on dugout, celebrates Harrison's HR 0:12 HD
Starlin Castro knocks an RBI single to right field 0:24 HD
Josh Harrison plates Cabrera on sacrifice fly in 3rd 0:25 HD
Carter Kieboom smacks an RBI single to right field 0:30 HD
Michael Conforto crushes a two-run home run to left 0:35 HD
Pete Alonso scores Nimmo on RBI single to right field 0:32 HD
Steven Matz strikes out Starlin Castro to end the 1st 0:14 HD
Patrick Corbin strikes out Brian Dozier in the 6th 0:23 HD

Decisions

Winning Pitcher Losing Pitcher Save
Corbin (1-0, 3.00) Matz (0-2, 5.65) Hudson, D (2, 0.00)
Game ended at 11:30 PM.
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2020.07.24 18:20 Percybhowal Faster than the speed of love

Jessica and I dreamed of being parents ever since the day we got married. I have fond memories of all the merry preparations we newly-weds made to welcome the latest addition (additions, even better, were we as fortunate) to our warm, nuclear family of Chase’s.
I laid off my plans for the indoor, foosball parlor that I had wanted so badly- Jessica insisted that we reserve the room downstairs for the baby’s nursery. The soon-to-be Daddy in me happily complied. The soon-to-be-Mommy, meanwhile, spent her time mulling over the perfect wall shade for the said nursery. The two of us would stay up late, each concerning ourselves with some baby-related business or another. Jess would doze off first, usually; exhausted from all her extensive research on baby products. I used to smile as I returned home from work, gently draping the duvet over my lovely wife’s resting body. Her asleep face flashed a bright glow as I joined her on the bed, drifting off to my humming, lullaby-practicing voice.
Those few weeks of Jess’ pre-pregnancy, and the nine-months of wait that followed- it was utter, marital bliss. We were euphoric, the two of us- living on an otherworldly sense of hope and joy, that stemmed from the gleeful prospects of our upcoming parenthood. Our every conversation went like, Patrick’s gonna so love this, or, Vivien’s gonna be so glad that. We were beyond excited.
By the end of the seventh month, I had completed this cozy, king-sized, cherry-colored wooden crib, equipped with a whole assortment of toys, plushies, and a baby-monitor conveniently set-up at the cot’s upper edge. My wife giggled as she watched me struggle moving that giant cot into the nursery. Jess had ultimately settled on a soothing, lime-green shade for the walls, with golden crescents and stars decorating the foreground. Despite my prolonged insistence, my pregnant wife took the whole paint-job duty upon herself. “You’re too messy, Marcus,” she would tease, playfully flicking paint drops on my face. I sheepishly smiled, as I watched my better-half etch thousands of wondrous, celestial nuggets on the plywood walls.
We were happy, me and Jessica. The happiest we had been in the few years we had known each other.
I’d have savored that happiness more, if I had known the kind of remission it was fated to enter someday.
The first time was the only time I showed any semblance of ideal-spouse behavior. I was there by my Jess in the operation theatre, gently gripping her cold hands as Dr. Crawford delivered the heartbreaking blow.
“Marcus. Jessica. I am so sorry”
Neither of us paid considerable attention to the doc’s descriptions about our late, dear Vivien's neonatal demise. Jess was too busy bawling the living hell out of her eyes and lungs. I was there, drifting in and out between awareness as Dr. Crawford walked me out of the OT and explained that Jessica had developed an inherent hormonal imbalance problem that would make any future conceptions difficult.
It wasn’t an explanation, really- it was a warning. A warning, that any subsequent attempt towards parenthood could be fatal for my wife.
But processing Crawford’s warnings was the last thing on my mind. At the time, baby Vivien’s empty crib was the only thing that flashed before my teary eyes. Those myriads of stars and moons that Jessica had sketched, about some 50, 000 of them- they all aligned to spell something on the lime-green background of our nursery wall. Something that my mind, had it been sane, would’ve vehemently repulsed.
Your wife failed.
But I was soon losing hold on my sanity. I was trampling over my conscience that day, as I drove us back home from the hospital, ignoring the sympathetic gazes my wife flicked at me.
It was her fault. She wasn’t worthy of my sympathy.
We tried two more times, each attempt more taxing on Jess’ frail anatomy than the former. My wife didn’t know about her biological impediment, but she knew how passionate I was about being a father. She nearly succeeded in confiding the negative test-results from me the first time, but by this point, I had already become the paranoid husband who stalked each and every one of his wife’s actions. I still remember how she fell on her knees, begging me forgiveness as my angered avatar thrashed about the toys in my lost child’s crib.
We were more hopeful the second time- at least I was. A couple hours after we had finished, Jess rushed and threw up in the toilet. She stayed sick that entire fortnight, lying weak on the bed, her body burning up, while I tended to her oddly fluctuating bulimic and anorexic needs. Despite her condition, she kept smiling the whole time. I did too- with everything that was happening, it was impossible for me to not think what the doctor had gravely warned me not to think of.
Speaking of whom, Dr. Gareth started to pry when Jess didn’t show up to his spouse’s ‘nerdy’ book club meets, asking me if all was fine. I tried lying but he and his hubby Fred turned up at our house a few days later anyway. Just checking out your delicious house, Marcus. They were a staircase away from chewing my head off about how obtuse and potentially dangerous a husband I was when Jess rushed in to greet them, faking some story about returning from her mothers’. The Crawford’s left shortly after with convinced expressions on their faces.
She saved me back there. She had this shy, knowing smile on her face- one that seemed to tell me, I got this, Love.
I should’ve been thankful to her.
And I was, for the briefest moment of time. Until she broke down and broke me with the news of her second failure.
I didn’t thank her- let alone console her. Instead, I walked off to the kitchen and grabbed a drink, wordlessly watching my wife mourn.
This one drink would be the start of my blatantly-public rendezvous with my new-found mistress- booze.
To now think how comically it all started. I was chugging down a beer while watching this Family Guy clip where some guy joked about how alcohol made women look attractive. My amused mind instantly pictured a smiling Jess, painting the nursery, wearing that hideous, grey robe of hers. I took a long sip and sighed.
I had had such high hopes for our beautiful, Chase family heir. We’d have camped our weekends at some picturesque lake where I’d acquaint my child to all the marvels of nature. I could have been the Dad who lulled his child to sleep with cuddly bedtime stories. Oh, how much I wished to be able to come up with painfully dull dad-jokes for my dear kid?
Every sip of the ice-cold beer helped me cope better with the grief of my loss. And with every passing bit of grief, my contempt towards my wife grew. I’d take another sip, to cleanse me off the disgust I felt towards her. Another sip, to convince that I wasn’t a shitty spouse for loathing her. That’d make me feel better. Another sip.
That’s how I got myself into this vicious cycle.
Jessica wasn’t repulsed by my new-found drinking-problem; to her, I was just going through a tough-break. Full credit to her; she tried her best to get me back on track. I remember this one time when I was fumbling with Sabrina’s gym on Let’s Go, Eevee, when Jess walked up to my couch and proposed, “Marcus, I know things have been tense lately. I know how much fatherhood means to you, and you know I feel the same way.
But we’ve got to be realistic about the biological scenarios involved here. And I’m not sure if natural pregnancy is going to work anymore. So I thought it would be good if we explored some alternate parenting options. Now, here, if you will just take a break from what you’re doing, I have looked up this adoption agency in the town over, and… “
Deep down, I know there is a good husband figure within me, who’d have taken his vulnerable wife in a sweet embrace and assured her, It’s all gonna be fine, baby. The wife would then plant a loving kiss on his cheek, as they’d explore the myriad alternate parenting options available. Everything would’ve been jolly. Cozy. Intimate.
The way good marriages are supposed to be.
But in my inebriated state, my mind no longer had the capacity to focus on my paternal dreams- let alone the woman who’d help me realize them. The only thing going on in my head was if my level 35 Alolan Marowak could OHKO Sabrina’s Alakazam; and this droning woman-voice next to me, talking about some cross-town orphanage we should visit next week, was really putting me on edge. I grunted, paused my game, and asked Jess to get lost and leave me alone and miserable.
At least I think that’s what I said. Jess just stood there, silent, for the longest moment of time before she spoke: “I understand. I don’t deserve kids.”.
That’s how most of our conversations went.
Alcoholism is quite the slippery slope, don’t let those extravagant, indulgent, party-lifestyle TV shows and movies fool you. I speak from experience. It wasn’t long after our adoption discussion that I stopped turning up for work and lost my job. I wish I could pin the blame on my colleagues, my mostly-distant relatives, and, obviously, Jess; for not trying to drag me out of this ever-depressing quagmire.
But they tried- a lot of them counseled, signed me for AA, sobriety campaigns, and stuff. Jess did too- well, at least she tried coaxing me into seeking help, when she wasn’t working her new job or locking herself into the bedroom to cry about how awful she had made our lives. I’m guessing that’s what she cried about- I never made the effort to find out.
But I couldn’t break the habit. I had become cooped in the very glass-bottle of the booze I was consuming. No matter how much anyone tried to find me a way out of this bottle to the open-top, my hands always slipped at the alcohol-drizzled glass surface.
I am proud of this euphemism. It’s amusing; I think the alcohol unearthed some poet/ social-commentator hidden deep inside me (Not that this artist did anything worthwhile). Occasionally, in some limited spells of sobriety, when I wasn’t retching my guts out or being tortured by some head-splitting hangover; I’d theorize that maybe drinking more was my way out of this rut. Maybe I’d get plain bored of the taste someday. Maybe I’d feel bad about my Jess. Maybe the alcohol would tap some dormant, self-respecting part of my brain that’d get me to clean up my mess.
Sure, call me crazy now- but hey, at the time, it made sense. Metaphorically, at least- maybe adding more booze to the bottle would, eventually, float my body up to the surface.
A good theory, but it had its flaws. There was no taste, smell, or absorb- all my olfactory senses were good as gone. And there was no feeling involved- none for my wife, none for me, none for the child I had once dreamed of rocking in my big, Daddy arms. My drinking wasn’t about me trying to alleviate my sorrows or uplift my soul or have a good time. I had long lost the ability to feel any feelings. My life, by this point, was all but a routine of getting wasted on every dime my wife earned. Every moment I was conscious, I was getting wasted in some bar. The few moments I wasn’t, I kept thinking why I wasn’t getting wasted in some bar.
And as you might have guessed, thinking was no longer my strong suit. Acting was. So act I did- by driving myself over to the said bar(s), and getting wasted. Simple and easy.
I was drinking from the very well that was supposed to buoy me. And with every passing drink, I was sinking- deeper, and deeper, until I drowned to my doom.
It took a nosedive to the deepest point of my bottled-life when I finally came to senses.
I was in this bar on some far, isolated, outskirt part of my town. Most of the downtown bars I used to frequent had had enough of my drunken antics, I was banned from them. Thankfully, this bar hadn’t seen me at my worst, yet. Still, by the time I rose to leave, I was, unsurprisingly, pretty hammered. A special kind of hammered, where I was hammered enough to know that I probably shouldn’t have driven, but I had to, because- I mean, come on, I had to get my car home, right?
I knew for a fact that I wasn’t the only person who had made this decision in a similar dilemma.
The drunken-drive started as innocuously as any drunken-drive you’d imagine. A placebo, sobriety-inducing piece of bubblegum grinding in my mouth; radio tuned to some country station that was supposed to aid my coherent thinking, as such. Just your average drunk-driving precautions, you know, should you come across a patrol car or anything.
Halfway into the ride, it became clear that I wouldn’t be dealing with any police. I was on this remote, unknown area called the Hilly Hedgeson Road, with nothing but dark forest surrounding me on both sides. Normally this would’ve made for a pretty unsettling drive- particularly so at that untimely hour of the night. But in my semi-conscious, semi-ecstatic, booze-boosted state, none of that mattered. I was contently singing each word of John Denver’s Country Roads out loud; right foot revving hard on the accelerator, as I callously sped across the linear country-road that would take me home.
The drive became painfully long; half an hour into the ride, I lost all my vigor. My tipsy high was starting to wear off. I drove haphazardly, but there was zero traffic and no cops, so long as I didn’t crash into a tree, I couldn’t care less. Truthfully, I was too tired to care. My drunk, vocal exploits had drained all my energy and my ailing body demanded sleep. I blinked multiple times, hoping to shrug off the lethargy but it didn’t work. At some point, I muted the irritating stereo-music and put my whole foot down on the pedal. This was one ride I wanted to be over with ASAP.
Is it just me, or does pressing the whole foot plumb on the pedal fills everyone with this…overwhelming, comfy feeling? I don’t know what it was- maybe because I am short, and stretching my legs to full length inclined me at a comfortable position on the warm, leather seat. Maybe I was just tired, and felt comfortable decompressing, literally, on the race pedal.
I have no clue what it was. But at that moment, pressing my right foot full on the accelerator, watching the speedometer rapidly wave its spindly little arm- it felt so good. So relaxing.
Like I was back home, unwinding myself on the massage chair I had bought from the money off my lost child’s crib. Some chic hotter than my Jess plugged on my headphones, whispering in her siren, ASMR voice, Shh, shh, shh, you just sleep, honey. It’s mommy’s turn to babysit.
Ah, now that’s something you don’t want to be over soon.
My eyes were almost glued shut from my mini, make-belief, Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response joyride; when they started to process a pubescent pedestrian charging across the road. But by the time I frantically shifted my foot to the brake, it was already late.
THUMP!
The sickening sound of the young body crashing on asphalt shot consciousness straight into my befuddled brain. My Chevy Spark came to a screeching halt as I looked, devastated, outside the shotgun window.
A boy, aged around twelve, his baseball-jersey wrinkled from the collision. Even in the dark, I could see his lifeless, brown eyes peering straight into my soul, accusing me of my crime. A giant pool of blood forming around his prostrate body; confirming what the ghastly pallor on his tanned skin already did.
He was dead.
I couldn’t get out of my car- my brain was way too loaded to perform even the most basic, mechanical tasks. It was hosting this busy, three-way, emotional traffic-jam at the T-point of my conscience. There was guilt on the left side, wildly honking the horn of her luxurious Civic. Criminal! Criminal! each beep screeched in my ears. Parked opposite to her was remorse, gloomily sitting in a beatdown Jetta. His horn urgently blared, 9-1-1, 9-1-1.
And then in the middle-lane, there was panic. Head bowed down in shame, as his Spark’s buzzer whispered a solitary word in a low, almost- inaudible voice.
Run.
And like a fool, I took the road not to be taken.
It was not easy. You think it’s just a matter of telling your head to fuck it, forget it, and*, floor it*, and, voila! – there’s your six-F-worded guide on How to pull-off a Hit and Run. But it does not happen that way. Not when the gullible face of your twelve-year-old victim constantly flashes before your teary eyes. Not when your head can’t stop picturing the distraught face of the father you had just killed. Not when there’s a culpable father lurking at some quiet corner of your own, dark heart. Not when you’ve crashed just about every ambition in your miserable life. Not when you’ve run from every responsibility you’ve ever had.
It isn’t not easy. It’s impossible.
I blame booze for what happened next. The general, directional-disarray that’s so typical of every drink-and-drive accident- yup, that’s gotta be it. Because there’s no way a coward like me would’ve wittingly done what Marcus Chase did that night- never in my right mind! I know, how ironic, given all my drunk-shenanigans up until this point- but I digress.
No, I don’t believe that I detoured on purpose. It was bad judgment- a mishap decision, that I attribute to my hurting conscience and languidness overlapping. Amidst all the ensuing panic and confusion, my brain couldn’t register how much I had veered to the right. Every bit of my energy was expended, so much so that I couldn’t lift my foot off the gas to the brake as my Spark speedily approached dangerously close to the tree line.
I like to think that I tried my best to get out of the crashing car, even though I failed. I need someone to tell me that what happened on Hilly Hedgeson Road that night was just your typical, drunk-drive car-accident.
Not some appalling, half-hearted, half-witted, unsuccessful attempt at ending my pathetic life.
Whatever it was, it should’ve been the end of my road. Glass shards were poking at all corners of my blood-stained body. My lower-jaw terribly dislocated from the collision’s impact. Both my lungs crushed, each struggling to respire their dying breaths.
And in those final moments of life, I sat there with my fatal injuries, plain, waiting. Waiting, for the tall, dark and imposing entity that I had envisioned Death to be. He’d arrive at the wreckage, a reproachful look on his face as he’d claim my pathetic soul. Shortly after, I’d be banished to some damnable, after-life realm, where I’d be tortured to atone for my sins.
That’d be my sweet, sufferable, sanguine release of Death.
It wasn’t long before my barely-functioning ears picked up the ominous sounds of footsteps. The passenger door clicked open. Slam! I tried turning my head to get a look, but the searing pain in my neck withheld me.
“I always thought men drove better than women, you know.”
There was something wrong about that voice. It sounded- too innocent, too naïve. It couldn’t belong to Death.
“You know, it’s rude not to look. Man, haven’t you learned anything?”
The life-ending pain that was my body was burning in- suddenly, it was gone. No longer could I feel those prickly little glass swords on my body. Because they had realigned to form my former vehicle’s windshield. My whole car, in fact, was resurrected.
And I could turn my neck now. Which I did. Only to be faced with pure horror.
“Peekaboo!”, merrily exclaimed the kid I’d crashed my car into a few moments back.
“You…”, I would’ve said, horrified, were it not for the cruel agony of my dislocated jaw.
“Oh, give it a rest, Marcus. You didn’t think of making a sound to the cops when you hit me with your car. And now, you wanna talk? Ha! Serves you correct.”
Fair enough. Marcus-0, ghost boy-1.
“Hey, no fair! The only reason I’m ghost boy is because some drunk jerk like you hit me with their car. Call- well, think me Tyler.”
How did he read my mind? What was going on here? Was I alive or dead? Why-
“Man, you guys are so weird! You can think of so many questions when your body has been cleansed of every drop of alcohol. What happens to your thoughts when you’re drunk, huh? The least you can do is call an ambulance. But do you do that? No. Why? Because your drunk mind has these ‘emotional traffic jams’? God, you’re awful!”
If I was somehow alive, I wasn’t gonna be trash-talked by some junior-school brat. I smacked Tyler on his face.
I didn’t hit. My palm just phased right through him.
“Hit. And miss.” Tyler chuckled.
This was crazy. I tried unlocking the now, seemingly-functioning door. It didn’t budge.
“Oh, no, wait. It’s hit and run, after all. Story of your life. Ain’t that correct, Marcus?”
Enough with the slander! What was this kid’s deal? Why wasn’t I rotting in some dark, hellish corner?
“Oh, believe me, Marcus. This is hell, if I want it to be.” As if on cue, the car’s heating instantly hit the roof. Tyler glared at me. “And you really wanna know my deal? After everything you’ve done, you’ve got the audacity to ask what’s my deal?”
Awkward silence. I didn’t know what to say. Tyler did.
“What difference does it make, really, hell or no-hell? This- “, he gestured around the car, “drunken mess of a life that you’ve been living. This isn’t the first time you’ve crashed, Marcus. And it certainly isn’t the first time you’ve run. And don’t you fool yourself- you and I, we both know that it won’t be your last.”
Silence again. My eyes started to well. Tyler pressed his cold palm on my arm.
“Hey, come now, buddy. I would’ve let Death do his thing if I knew you’d get emotional. Fun guy, you know- he’s got a thing or two for cars himself. Okay, seriously, stop it. “A seriousness in his voice. “Listen, Marcus. The reason I’ve come to you is- well, you’ve crashed your life! Literally. And at this point in life, that’s pretty much the only thing you’re good at. And I’ve a thing for crashers like you. Plus, you can drive. Well, legally, at least- let’s not get into the nitty-gritties for now. Anyway- I’ve got this job-proposal for you. I was thinking that- “
Oh? A customer. A hammered one? Ooh, goody. Well, looks like that’s all the writing I’m gonna be able to do for now. Trust me, I really don’t like to leave the story hanging. But hey- a man has got to do his job, right? I guess I’ll just have to type the rest later.
You know what’s funny? I’ve this gut-feeling that we’ll still complete this story here anyways.
***
“Wo-wo-would you mind turn-turning the rad-radio on, pl-please?”
The driver numbly obeys my slurred request. No nod, no grunt, no yes ma’am, no ma’am. Nothing.
I was kinda hoping to hear the sound of his voice. It has been a while.
“…lucky number for the day is 63. In other news, authorities are still investigating what they suspect to be the murder of local resident, Adelaide Smith. Adelaide’s body was found severely damaged from a collision with a tree at the forest bordering the Hilly Hedgeson Road. The area has been the center of a series of nasty, vehicular homicidal activities ever since the police discovered 12-year-old Tyler Paulson’s body in…”
Our cab speeds past the worn-down road-sign reading the forbidden road’s name. A casual smile pops on my face. I try looking at the front mirror to see the driver’s reaction.
That’s when I see it. Why he didn’t bother replying. The fault in his jaws.
I am in the right car.
“…the absence of any vehicle from the scene of crime, damaged, or otherwise, has further complicated the investigation process. Forensics have traced large amounts of alcohol in Adelaide’s body, leading authorities to suspect that her death is connected to the recent string of ‘drunk-runner’ murders in that area. Miss Smith happened to be the eighteenth victim since the police first…”
As good a time as any, I figure. I get the flask out of my purse. The mirror reflects a sharp gleam in the cabbie’s eyes.
“I hope you don’t m-mind. Feeling a bit under the wea-weather, that’s all.” I take a swig.
He shifts to the fourth gear. I rock my head back as our cab starts picking speed. The radio turns staticy.
“…the police haven’t… any cash… belongings. Further… the coroners … identify a star-shaped bloodied…deceased’s jugular. They suspect… stolen… in line with the other victims…”
Ah, yes. The star-crested necklace. Of all the gifts he has lately given, this is the most beautiful one. I keep it in my purse. Reminds me of the time we dated. We had this little game where we’d exchange gifts every week. Nothing expensive, really- none from my side, at least. But he always broke the bank on me, even though I begged him not to.
“…a gold watch…heeled shoes… a camera…”
Gifts that remind of the times he used to love me. That’s how I knew.
The Marcus I loved wasn’t dead.
Sure, I was the one who performed the burial on his brutally disfigured body after he ‘died’ from his accident. I was devastated, like any loving wife would be. I was planning on heading back to my hometown when the first gift showed up at my doorstep. A gold watch. Just like the one he’d gifted me on my twenty-second birthday.
Then I heard of the drunk-runner murders. That’s when it started to click.
The cabbie tinkers with the radio. The signal’s back. “… robbery seems to be a new-found motive. The authorities first ascertained that the perpetrators had been stealing possessions from the victims’ bodies when they found Monty Wilson. Mr. Wilson’s body was found at around the same spot as that of the victim who preceded him chronologically, Marcus Chase. Senior detective Daniel Fletcher believes…”
He mutes the radio and moves to the fifth gear. It’s not easy to hear someone call you dead when you aren’t actually dead. The police were fairly confident that it was a suicide attempt, but I refused to believe that. If he really did want to escape this world, his ghost wouldn’t have hung around to kill some drunk passengers and gift me their prized belongings. No, it’s like he was doing all with some new-found purpose. And I’ve known my alcohol-addicted husband long enough to know that he couldn’t have found this purpose all by himself. Someone must have helped him find it.
That’s when I figured Tyler was involved.
I have mixed feelings about that boy. I know he means- well, truthfully, I don’t have the slightest clue what he means! I guess I’m somewhat thankful to him for helping my dear Marcus redeem himself. I’ve found my loving husband back; a husband who doesn’t run from me, a husband who cares about the things I love. I know, there’s still much room for improvement, but for the time being- I’m just happy that my darling Marcus isn’t gone. And I am truly indebted to Tyler for that.
But then there’s all the lives he has taken. I’m not comfortable with that. Being dead, depressed, or estranged doesn’t give him, or anyone, for that matter, the right to wreck others’ lives. I don’t care whatever ‘redemption’ or ‘get-what-they-deserve’ crap he tries to feed me or Marcus. I won’t condone it. That boy is in urgent need of some manners, and I’m gonna ensure he gets them.
I’m not gonna have three homicidal adults in our alternate family.
Ah well. I can’t be too hard on him. Part of his behavior is a reflection on mine. I do still regret it, believe me. The one time I allowed myself alcohol, hoping it would get me over the trauma of my second failure. Yeah, right. I shouldn’t have been driving but I did, anyway, because- well, what do they expect me to do? Take the bus? Well, screw them. I had to get my car home.
And hence, on my drunken drive back, I ran into Tyler. Literally, ran into his bony, pre-teenage body. He could’ve been saved, probably- but, well, you know. I had this three-way, emotional jam in my head, and I chose panic.
Hmm. That wasn’t half bad. I really hope Marcus still has a thing for my lame, poetic expressions once this is all over with.
Speaking of whom, he stops the car. I haven’t been paying attention to the ride. We’re about 500 meters from some massive tree. I don’t think he normally stops before he- you know, does this whole crash thing.
But I’m special. I’m his wife, the woman he loves. I’ve the right to decline.
He faces me, silent. Jesus Christ, that broken jaw looks really gross from up this close. I wonder if I can get Tyler to change it sometime.
Names do have power. Just like that, Tyler’s here now, perched on the backseat. A frown on his face as he stares me from the rear-view mirror.
I realize something. This entire thing he has been doing, his after-life existence- he has been playing. Every drunk passenger that he asks Marcus to kill- they’re voodoo dolls. Mere puppets, supposed to vent the grudge he bears towards someone.
Someone who crashed him. Someone who abandoned him when they shouldn’t have had. Someone who had a responsibility towards him.
Someone, like his mommy.
Mommy is here now. And the first lesson she’s gonna teach her son- is that every mistake warrants a punishment. There’re other things I’ll teach him later- the value of life, common courtesy, growing from mistakes. But for now, this murderous madness has to end.
I look at Marcus, my lips curled in a smile that tells him, it’s okay, I get this, Love. My hands cup over his as we hold the gear. I cast one last, backward look at our family’s latest addition.
Tyler smiles. He approves.
We plunge the gear.
I turn the radio up. The least I am entitled to is a musical exit. The announcer’s voice trails off, “… mayor has appealed citizens not to venture in the Hilly Hedgeson Road until there’s more clarity on the situation. Until then, this is your host, Tricia Matthews, signing off the show with this awesome song. Stay tuned.
If I die young, bury me in satin,
Lay me down on a bed of roses,
Sink me in the river, at dawn,
Send me away with the words of a love song,
Uh, oh”
My darling husband crashes me to death.
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2020.07.20 21:04 autotldr ‘The Conjuring 3’ Gets Officially Pushed Back to June 2021 Following ‘Tenet’ Delay

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Has pushed back the Conjuring 3 release date to June 2021.
The latest entry in the horror franchise following the exploits of paranormal investigators hunters Ed and Lorraine Warren, played by Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga, The Conjuring 3: The Devil Made Me Do It was set to debut in September this year, but was was delayed by additional reshoots needed to complete the film.
Announced that The Conjuring 3 has been postponed to June 4, 2021, Variety reports.
The announcement follows reports earlier this month that the horror sequel would likely be delayed to summer 2021, amid surges in coronavirus cases in the U.S. and the slow reopenings of both theaters and film productions across the globe.
Variety notes that The Conjuring 3 was supposed to have additional shoots scheduled for April, but Hollywood productions have been too slow to resume for the film to make its target release date.
Keeps its other highly anticipated tentpoles, like Wonder Woman 1984 and Denis Villeneuve's Dune, on the 2020 release docket for now, but Variety suggests that those films could also be moved if coronavirus cases continue to spike in the U.S. For now, The Conjuring 3 joins other recently reshuffled Warner Bros.
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2020.07.20 20:30 KneelToThePotatoKing Weezer’s blue album ride cymbal

Ok so i was looking for the ride cymbal from Weezer’s blue album,I finally found out that it was a paiste 2002 (if you can explain why it’s dated 2002 please tell me why),well then I looked it up and for new they’re about 300-200 dollars,I’m somewhat on a budget so does anyone know a cymbal that sounds quite like the one from Patrick Wilson’s set on the blue album?
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2020.07.20 13:45 Percybhowal Faster than the speed of love [50, 000 contest]

Jessica and I dreamed of being parents ever since the day we got married. I have fond memories of all the merry preparations we newly-weds made to welcome the latest addition (additions, even better, were we as fortunate) to our warm, nuclear family of Chase’s.
I laid off my plans for the indoor, foosball parlor that I had wanted so badly- Jessica insisted that we reserve the room downstairs for the baby’s nursery. The soon-to-be Daddy in me happily complied. The soon-to-be-Mommy, meanwhile, spent her time mulling over the perfect wall shade for the said nursery. The two of us would stay up late, each concerning ourselves with some baby-related business or another. Jess would doze off first, usually; exhausted from all her extensive research on baby products. I used to smile as I returned home from work, gently draping the duvet over my lovely wife’s resting body. Her asleep face flashed a bright glow as I joined her on the bed, drifting off to my humming, lullaby-practicing voice.
Those few weeks of Jess’ pre-pregnancy, and the nine-months of wait that followed- it was utter, marital bliss. We were euphoric, the two of us- living on an otherworldly sense of hope and joy, that stemmed from the gleeful prospects of our upcoming parenthood. Our every conversation went like, Patrick’s gonna so love this, or, Vivien’s gonna be so glad that. We were beyond excited.
By the end of the seventh month, I had completed this cozy, king-sized, cherry-colored wooden crib, equipped with a whole assortment of toys, plushies, and a baby-monitor conveniently set-up at the cot’s upper edge. My wife giggled as she watched me struggle moving that giant cot into the nursery. Jess had ultimately settled on a soothing, lime-green shade for the walls, with golden crescents and stars decorating the foreground. Despite my prolonged insistence, my pregnant wife took the whole paint-job duty upon herself. “You’re too messy, Marcus,” she would tease, playfully flicking paint drops on my face. I sheepishly smiled, as I watched my better-half etch thousands of wondrous, celestial nuggets on the plywood walls.
We were happy, me and Jessica. The happiest we had been in the few years we had known each other.
I’d have savored that happiness more, if I had known the kind of remission it was fated to enter someday.
The first time was the only time I showed any semblance of ideal-spouse behavior. I was there by my Jess in the operation theatre, gently gripping her cold hands as Dr. Crawford delivered the heartbreaking blow.
“Marcus. Jessica. I am so sorry”
Neither of us paid considerable attention to the doc’s descriptions about our late, dear Vivien's neonatal demise. Jess was too busy bawling the living hell out of her eyes and lungs. I was there, drifting in and out between awareness as Dr. Crawford walked me out of the OT and explained that Jessica had developed an inherent hormonal imbalance problem that would make any future conceptions difficult.
It wasn’t an explanation, really- it was a warning. A warning, that any subsequent attempt towards parenthood could be fatal for my wife.
But processing Crawford’s warnings was the last thing on my mind. At the time, baby Vivien’s empty crib was the only thing that flashed before my teary eyes. Those myriads of stars and moons that Jessica had sketched, about some 50, 000 of them- they all aligned to spell something on the lime-green background of our nursery wall. Something that my mind, had it been sane, would’ve vehemently repulsed.
Your wife failed.
But I was soon losing hold on my sanity. I was trampling over my conscience that day, as I drove us back home from the hospital, ignoring the sympathetic gazes my wife flicked at me.
It was her fault. She wasn’t worthy of my sympathy.
We tried two more times, each attempt more taxing on Jess’ frail anatomy than the former. My wife didn’t know about her biological impediment, but she knew how passionate I was about being a father. She nearly succeeded in confiding the negative test-results from me the first time, but by this point, I had already become the paranoid husband who stalked each and every one of his wife’s actions. I still remember how she fell on her knees, begging me forgiveness as my angered avatar thrashed about the toys in my lost child’s crib.
We were more hopeful the second time- at least I was. A couple hours after we had finished, Jess rushed and threw up in the toilet. She stayed sick that entire fortnight, lying weak on the bed, her body burning up, while I tended to her oddly fluctuating bulimic and anorexic needs. Despite her condition, she kept smiling the whole time. I did too- with everything that was happening, it was impossible for me to not think what the doctor had gravely warned me not to think of.
Speaking of whom, Dr. Gareth started to pry when Jess didn’t show up to his spouse’s ‘nerdy’ book club meets, asking me if all was fine. I tried lying but he and his hubby Fred turned up at our house a few days later anyway. Just checking out your delicious house, Marcus. They were a staircase away from chewing my head off about how obtuse and potentially dangerous a husband I was when Jess rushed in to greet them, faking some story about returning from her mothers’. The Crawford’s left shortly after with convinced expressions on their faces.
She saved me back there. She had this shy, knowing smile on her face- one that seemed to tell me, I got this, Love.
I should’ve been thankful to her.
And I was, for the briefest moment of time. Until she broke down and broke me with the news of her second failure.
I didn’t thank her- let alone console her. Instead, I walked off to the kitchen and grabbed a drink, wordlessly watching my wife mourn.
This one drink would be the start of my blatantly-public rendezvous with my new-found mistress- booze.
To now think how comically it all started. I was chugging down a beer while watching this Family Guy clip where some guy joked about how alcohol made women look attractive. My amused mind instantly pictured a smiling Jess, painting the nursery, wearing that hideous, grey robe of hers. I took a long sip and sighed.
I had had such high hopes for our beautiful, Chase family heir. We’d have camped our weekends at some picturesque lake where I’d acquaint my child to all the marvels of nature. I could have been the Dad who lulled his child to sleep with cuddly bedtime stories. Oh, how much I wished to be able to come up with painfully dull dad-jokes for my dear kid?
Every sip of the ice-cold beer helped me cope better with the grief of my loss. And with every passing bit of grief, my contempt towards my wife grew. I’d take another sip, to cleanse me off the disgust I felt towards her. Another sip, to convince that I wasn’t a shitty spouse for loathing her. That’d make me feel better. Another sip.
That’s how I got myself into this vicious cycle.
Jessica wasn’t repulsed by my new-found drinking-problem; to her, I was just going through a tough-break. Full credit to her; she tried her best to get me back on track. I remember this one time when I was fumbling with Sabrina’s gym on Let’s Go, Eevee, when Jess walked up to my couch and proposed, “Marcus, I know things have been tense lately. I know how much fatherhood means to you, and you know I feel the same way.
But we’ve got to be realistic about the biological scenarios involved here. And I’m not sure if natural pregnancy is going to work anymore. So I thought it would be good if we explored some alternate parenting options. Now, here, if you will just take a break from what you’re doing, I have looked up this adoption agency in the town over, and… “
Deep down, I know there is a good husband figure within me, who’d have taken his vulnerable wife in a sweet embrace and assured her, It’s all gonna be fine, baby. The wife would then plant a loving kiss on his cheek, as they’d explore the myriad alternate parenting options available. Everything would’ve been jolly. Cozy. Intimate.
The way good marriages are supposed to be.
But in my inebriated state, my mind no longer had the capacity to focus on my paternal dreams- let alone the woman who’d help me realize them. The only thing going on in my head was if my level 35 Alolan Marowak could OHKO Sabrina’s Alakazam; and this droning woman-voice next to me, talking about some cross-town orphanage we should visit next week, was really putting me on edge. I grunted, paused my game, and asked Jess to get lost and leave me alone and miserable.
At least I think that’s what I said. Jess just stood there, silent, for the longest moment of time before she spoke: “I understand. I don’t deserve kids.”.
That’s how most of our conversations went.
Alcoholism is quite the slippery slope, don’t let those extravagant, indulgent, party-lifestyle TV shows and movies fool you. I speak from experience. It wasn’t long after our adoption discussion that I stopped turning up for work and lost my job. I wish I could pin the blame on my colleagues, my mostly-distant relatives, and, obviously, Jess; for not trying to drag me out of this ever-depressing quagmire.
But they tried- a lot of them counseled, signed me for AA, sobriety campaigns, and stuff. Jess did too- well, at least she tried coaxing me into seeking help, when she wasn’t working her new job or locking herself into the bedroom to cry about how awful she had made our lives. I’m guessing that’s what she cried about- I never made the effort to find out.
But I couldn’t break the habit. I had become cooped in the very glass-bottle of the booze I was consuming. No matter how much anyone tried to find me a way out of this bottle to the open-top, my hands always slipped at the alcohol-drizzled glass surface.
I am proud of this euphemism. It’s amusing; I think the alcohol unearthed some poet/ social-commentator hidden deep inside me (Not that this artist did anything worthwhile). Occasionally, in some limited spells of sobriety, when I wasn’t retching my guts out or being tortured by some head-splitting hangover; I’d theorize that maybe drinking more was my way out of this rut. Maybe I’d get plain bored of the taste someday. Maybe I’d feel bad about my Jess. Maybe the alcohol would tap some dormant, self-respecting part of my brain that’d get me to clean up my mess.
Sure, call me crazy now- but hey, at the time, it made sense. Metaphorically, at least- maybe adding more booze to the bottle would, eventually, float my body up to the surface.
A good theory, but it had its flaws. There was no taste, smell, or absorb- all my olfactory senses were good as gone. And there was no feeling involved- none for my wife, none for me, none for the child I had once dreamed of rocking in my big, Daddy arms. My drinking wasn’t about me trying to alleviate my sorrows or uplift my soul or have a good time. I had long lost the ability to feel any feelings. My life, by this point, was all but a routine of getting wasted on every dime my wife earned. Every moment I was conscious, I was getting wasted in some bar. The few moments I wasn’t, I kept thinking why I wasn’t getting wasted in some bar.
And as you might have guessed, thinking was no longer my strong suit. Acting was. So act I did- by driving myself over to the said bar(s), and getting wasted. Simple and easy.
I was drinking from the very well that was supposed to buoy me. And with every passing drink, I was sinking- deeper, and deeper, until I drowned to my doom.
It took a nosedive to the deepest point of my bottled-life when I finally came to senses.
I was in this bar on some far, isolated, outskirt part of my town. Most of the downtown bars I used to frequent had had enough of my drunken antics, I was banned from them. Thankfully, this bar hadn’t seen me at my worst, yet. Still, by the time I rose to leave, I was, unsurprisingly, pretty hammered. A special kind of hammered, where I was hammered enough to know that I probably shouldn’t have driven, but I had to, because- I mean, come on, I had to get my car home, right?
I knew for a fact that I wasn’t the only person who had made this decision in a similar dilemma.
The drunken-drive started as innocuously as any drunken-drive you’d imagine. A placebo, sobriety-inducing piece of bubblegum grinding in my mouth; radio tuned to some country station that was supposed to aid my coherent thinking, as such. Just your average drunk-driving precautions, you know, should you come across a patrol car or anything.
Halfway into the ride, it became clear that I wouldn’t be dealing with any police. I was on this remote, unknown area called the Hilly Hedgeson Road, with nothing but dark forest surrounding me on both sides. Normally this would’ve made for a pretty unsettling drive- particularly so at that untimely hour of the night. But in my semi-conscious, semi-ecstatic, booze-boosted state, none of that mattered. I was contently singing each word of John Denver’s Country Roads out loud; right foot revving hard on the accelerator, as I callously sped across the linear country-road that would take me home.
The drive became painfully long; half an hour into the ride, I lost all my vigor. My tipsy high was starting to wear off. I drove haphazardly, but there was zero traffic and no cops, so long as I didn’t crash into a tree, I couldn’t care less. Truthfully, I was too tired to care. My drunk, vocal exploits had drained all my energy and my ailing body demanded sleep. I blinked multiple times, hoping to shrug off the lethargy but it didn’t work. At some point, I muted the irritating stereo-music and put my whole foot down on the pedal. This was one ride I wanted to be over with ASAP.
Is it just me, or does pressing the whole foot plumb on the pedal fills everyone with this…overwhelming, comfy feeling? I don’t know what it was- maybe because I am short, and stretching my legs to full length inclined me at a comfortable position on the warm, leather seat. Maybe I was just tired, and felt comfortable decompressing, literally, on the race pedal.
I have no clue what it was. But at that moment, pressing my right foot full on the accelerator, watching the speedometer rapidly wave its spindly little arm- it felt so good. So relaxing.
Like I was back home, unwinding myself on the massage chair I had bought from the money off my lost child’s crib. Some chic hotter than my Jess plugged on my headphones, whispering in her siren, ASMR voice, Shh, shh, shh, you just sleep, honey. It’s mommy’s turn to babysit.
Ah, now that’s something you don’t want to be over soon.
My eyes were almost glued shut from my mini, make-belief, Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response joyride; when they started to process a pubescent pedestrian charging across the road. But by the time I frantically shifted my foot to the brake, it was already late.
THUMP!
The sickening sound of the young body crashing on asphalt shot consciousness straight into my befuddled brain. My Chevy Spark came to a screeching halt as I looked, devastated, outside the shotgun window.
A boy, aged around twelve, his baseball-jersey wrinkled from the collision. Even in the dark, I could see his lifeless, brown eyes peering straight into my soul, accusing me of my crime. A giant pool of blood forming around his prostrate body; confirming what the ghastly pallor on his tanned skin already did.
He was dead.
I couldn’t get out of my car- my brain was way too loaded to perform even the most basic, mechanical tasks. It was hosting this busy, three-way, emotional traffic-jam at the T-point of my conscience. There was guilt on the left side, wildly honking the horn of her luxurious Civic. Criminal! Criminal! each beep screeched in my ears. Parked opposite to her was remorse, gloomily sitting in a beatdown Jetta. His horn urgently blared, 9-1-1, 9-1-1.
And then in the middle-lane, there was panic. Head bowed down in shame, as his Spark’s buzzer whispered a solitary word in a low, almost- inaudible voice.
Run.
And like a fool, I took the road not to be taken.
It was not easy. You think it’s just a matter of telling your head to fuck it, forget it, and, floor it, and, voila! – there’s your six-F-worded guide on How to pull-off a Hit and Run. But it does not happen that way. Not when the gullible face of your twelve-year-old victim constantly flashes before your teary eyes. Not when your head can’t stop picturing the distraught face of the father you had just killed. Not when there’s a culpable father lurking at some quiet corner of your own, dark heart. Not when you’ve crashed just about every ambition in your miserable life. Not when you’ve run from every responsibility you’ve ever had.
It isn’t not easy. It’s impossible.
I blame booze for what happened next. The general, directional-disarray that’s so typical of every drink-and-drive accident- yup, that’s gotta be it. Because there’s no way a coward like me would’ve wittingly done what Marcus Chase did that night- never in my right mind! I know, how ironic, given all my drunk-shenanigans up until this point- but I digress.
No, I don’t believe that I detoured on purpose. It was bad judgment- a mishap decision, that I attribute to my hurting conscience and languidness overlapping. Amidst all the ensuing panic and confusion, my brain couldn’t register how much I had veered to the right. Every bit of my energy was expended, so much so that I couldn’t lift my foot off the gas to the brake as my Spark speedily approached dangerously close to the tree line.
I like to think that I tried my best to get out of the crashing car, even though I failed. I need someone to tell me that what happened on Hilly Hedgeson Road that night was just your typical, drunk-drive car-accident.
Not some appalling, half-hearted, half-witted, unsuccessful attempt at ending my pathetic life.
Whatever it was, it should’ve been the end of my road. Glass shards were poking at all corners of my blood-stained body. My lower-jaw terribly dislocated from the collision’s impact. Both my lungs crushed, each struggling to respire their dying breaths.
And in those final moments of life, I sat there with my fatal injuries, plain, waiting. Waiting, for the tall, dark and imposing entity that I had envisioned Death to be. He’d arrive at the wreckage, a reproachful look on his face as he’d claim my pathetic soul. Shortly after, I’d be banished to some damnable, after-life realm, where I’d be tortured to atone for my sins.
That’d be my sweet, sufferable, sanguine release of Death.
It wasn’t long before my barely-functioning ears picked up the ominous sounds of footsteps. The passenger door clicked open. Slam! I tried turning my head to get a look, but the searing pain in my neck withheld me.
“I always thought men drove better than women, you know.”
There was something wrong about that voice. It sounded- too innocent, too naïve. It couldn’t belong to Death.
“You know, it’s rude not to look. Man, haven’t you learned anything?”
The life-ending pain that was my body was burning in- suddenly, it was gone. No longer could I feel those prickly little glass swords on my body. Because they had realigned to form my former vehicle’s windshield. My whole car, in fact, was resurrected.
And I could turn my neck now. Which I did. Only to be faced with pure horror.
“Peekaboo!”, merrily exclaimed the kid I’d crashed my car into a few moments back.
“You…”, I would’ve said, horrified, were it not for the cruel agony of my dislocated jaw.
“Oh, give it a rest, Marcus. You didn’t think of making a sound to the cops when you hit me with your car. And now, you wanna talk? Ha! Serves you correct.”
Fair enough. Marcus-0, ghost boy-1.
“Hey, no fair! The only reason I’m ghost boy is because some drunk jerk like you hit me with their car. Call- well, think me Tyler.”
How did he read my mind? What was going on here? Was I alive or dead? Why-
“Man, you guys are so weird! You can think of so many questions when your body has been cleansed of every drop of alcohol. What happens to your thoughts when you’re drunk, huh? The least you can do is call an ambulance. But do you do that? No. Why? Because your drunk mind has these ‘emotional traffic jams’? God, you’re awful!”
If I was somehow alive, I wasn’t gonna be trash-talked by some junior-school brat. I smacked Tyler on his face.
I didn’t hit. My palm just phased right through him.
“Hit. And miss.” Tyler chuckled.
This was crazy. I tried unlocking the now, seemingly-functioning door. It didn’t budge.
“Oh, no, wait. It’s hit and run, after all. Story of your life. Ain’t that correct, Marcus?”
Enough with the slander! What was this kid’s deal? Why wasn’t I rotting in some dark, hellish corner?
“Oh, believe me, Marcus. This is hell, if I want it to be.” As if on cue, the car’s heating instantly hit the roof. Tyler glared at me. “And you really wanna know my deal? After everything you’ve done, you’ve got the audacity to ask what’s my deal?”
Awkward silence. I didn’t know what to say. Tyler did.
“What difference does it make, really, hell or no-hell? This- “, he gestured around the car, “drunken mess of a life that you’ve been living. This isn’t the first time you’ve crashed, Marcus. And it certainly isn’t the first time you’ve run. And don’t you fool yourself- you and I, we both know that it won’t be your last.”
Silence again. My eyes started to well. Tyler pressed his cold palm on my arm.
“Hey, come now, buddy. I would’ve let Death do his thing if I knew you’d get emotional. Fun guy, you know- he’s got a thing or two for cars himself. Okay, seriously, stop it. “A seriousness in his voice. “Listen, Marcus. The reason I’ve come to you is- well, you’ve crashed your life! Literally. And at this point in life, that’s pretty much the only thing you’re good at. And I’ve a thing for crashers like you. Plus, you can drive. Well, legally, at least- let’s not get into the nitty-gritties for now. Anyway- I’ve got this job-proposal for you. I was thinking that- “
Oh? A customer. A hammered one? Ooh, goody. Well, looks like that’s all the writing I’m gonna be able to do for now. Trust me, I really don’t like to leave the story hanging. But hey- a man has got to do his job, right? I guess I’ll just have to type the rest later.
You know what’s funny? I’ve this gut-feeling that we’ll still complete this story here anyways.
***
“Wo-wo-would you mind turn-turning the rad-radio on, pl-please?”
The driver numbly obeys my slurred request. No nod, no grunt, no yes ma’am, no ma’am. Nothing.
I was kinda hoping to hear the sound of his voice. It has been a while.
“…lucky number for the day is 63. In other news, authorities are still investigating what they suspect to be the murder of local resident, Adelaide Smith. Adelaide’s body was found severely damaged from a collision with a tree at the forest bordering the Hilly Hedgeson Road. The area has been the center of a series of nasty, vehicular homicidal activities ever since the police discovered 12-year-old Tyler Paulson’s body in…”
Our cab speeds past the worn-down road-sign reading the forbidden road’s name. A casual smile pops on my face. I try looking at the front mirror to see the driver’s reaction.
That’s when I see it. Why he didn’t bother replying. The fault in his jaws.
I am in the right car.
“…the absence of any vehicle from the scene of crime, damaged, or otherwise, has further complicated the investigation process. Forensics have traced large amounts of alcohol in Adelaide’s body, leading authorities to suspect that her death is connected to the recent string of ‘drunk-runner’ murders in that area. Miss Smith happened to be the eighteenth victim since the police first…”
As good a time as any, I figure. I get the flask out of my purse. The mirror reflects a sharp gleam in the cabbie’s eyes.
“I hope you don’t m-mind. Feeling a bit under the wea-weather, that’s all.” I take a swig.
He shifts to the fourth gear. I rock my head back as our cab starts picking speed. The radio turns staticy.
“…the police haven’t… any cash… belongings. Further… the coroners … identify a star-shaped bloodied…deceased’s jugular. They suspect… stolen… in line with the other victims…”
Ah, yes. The star-crested necklace. Of all the gifts he has lately given, this is the most beautiful one. I keep it in my purse. Reminds me of the time we dated. We had this little game where we’d exchange gifts every week. Nothing expensive, really- none from my side, at least. But he always broke the bank on me, even though I begged him not to.
“…a gold watch…heeled shoes… a camera…”
Gifts that remind of the times he used to love me. That’s how I knew.
The Marcus I loved wasn’t dead.
Sure, I was the one who performed the burial on his brutally disfigured body after he ‘died’ from his accident. I was devastated, like any loving wife would be. I was planning on heading back to my hometown when the first gift showed up at my doorstep. A gold watch. Just like the one he’d gifted me on my twenty-second birthday.
Then I heard of the drunk-runner murders. That’s when it started to click.
The cabbie tinkers with the radio. The signal’s back. “… robbery seems to be a new-found motive. The authorities first ascertained that the perpetrators had been stealing possessions from the victims’ bodies when they found Monty Wilson. Mr. Wilson’s body was found at around the same spot as that of the victim who preceded him chronologically, Marcus Chase. Senior detective Daniel Fletcher believes…”
He mutes the radio and moves to the fifth gear. It’s not easy to hear someone call you dead when you aren’t actually dead. The police were fairly confident that it was a suicide attempt, but I refused to believe that. If he really did want to escape this world, his ghost wouldn’t have hung around to kill some drunk passengers and gift me their prized belongings. No, it’s like he was doing all with some new-found purpose. And I’ve known my alcohol-addicted husband long enough to know that he couldn’t have found this purpose all by himself. Someone must have helped him find it.
That’s when I figured Tyler was involved.
I have mixed feelings about that boy. I know he means- well, truthfully, I don’t have the slightest clue what he means! I guess I’m somewhat thankful to him for helping my dear Marcus redeem himself. I’ve found my loving husband back; a husband who doesn’t run from me, a husband who cares about the things I love. I know, there’s still much room for improvement, but for the time being- I’m just happy that my darling Marcus isn’t gone. And I am truly indebted to Tyler for that.
But then there’s all the lives he has taken. I’m not comfortable with that. Being dead, depressed, or estranged doesn’t give him, or anyone, for that matter, the right to wreck others’ lives. I don’t care whatever ‘redemption’ or ‘get-what-they-deserve’ crap he tries to feed me or Marcus. I won’t condone it. That boy is in urgent need of some manners, and I’m gonna ensure he gets them.
I’m not gonna have three homicidal adults in our alternate family.
Ah well. I can’t be too hard on him. Part of his behavior is a reflection on mine. I do still regret it, believe me. The one time I allowed myself alcohol, hoping it would get me over the trauma of my second failure. Yeah, right. I shouldn’t have been driving but I did, anyway, because- well, what do they expect me to do? Take the bus? Well, screw them. I had to get my car home.
And hence, on my drunken drive back, I ran into Tyler. Literally, ran into his bony, pre-teenage body. He could’ve been saved, probably- but, well, you know. I had this three-way, emotional jam in my head, and I chose panic.
Hmm. That wasn’t half bad. I really hope Marcus still has a thing for my lame, poetic expressions once this is all over with.
Speaking of whom, he stops the car. I haven’t been paying attention to the ride. We’re about 500 meters from some massive tree. I don’t think he normally stops before he- you know, does this whole crash thing.
But I’m special. I’m his wife, the woman he loves. I’ve the right to decline.
He faces me, silent. Jesus Christ, that broken jaw looks really gross from up this close. I wonder if I can get Tyler to change it sometime.
Names do have power. Just like that, Tyler’s here now, perched on the backseat. A frown on his face as he stares me from the rear-view mirror.
I realize something. This entire thing he has been doing, his after-life existence- he has been playing. Every drunk passenger that he asks Marcus to kill- they’re voodoo dolls. Mere puppets, supposed to vent the grudge he bears towards someone.
Someone who crashed him. Someone who abandoned him when they shouldn’t have had. Someone who had a responsibility towards him.
Someone, like his mommy.
Mommy is here now. And the first lesson she’s gonna teach her son- is that every mistake warrants a punishment. There’re other things I’ll teach him later- the value of life, common courtesy, growing from mistakes. But for now, this murderous madness has to end.
I look at Marcus, my lips curled in a smile that tells him, it’s okay, I get this, Love. My hands cup over his as we hold the gear. I cast one last, backward look at our family’s latest addition.
Tyler smiles. He approves.
We plunge the gear.
I turn the radio up. The least I am entitled to is a musical exit. The announcer’s voice trails off, “… mayor has appealed citizens not to venture in the Hilly Hedgeson Road until there’s more clarity on the situation. Until then, this is your host, Tricia Matthews, signing off the show with this awesome song. Stay tuned.
If I die young, bury me in satin,
Lay me down on a bed of roses,
Sink me in the river, at dawn,
Send me away with the words of a love song,
Uh, oh”
My darling husband crashes me to death.
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2020.07.18 00:24 CheerfulSunsinger Real Life Stat-Boosting Reading Lists and Techniques!

"There are nine seducer types in the world. Each type has a particular character trait that comes from deep within and creates a seductive pull. Sirens have an abundance of sexual energy and know how to use it. Rakes insatiably adore the opposite sex, and their desire is infectious. Ideal Lovers have an aesthetic sensibility and androgynous allure. Naturals are spontaneous and open. Coquettes are self-sufficient, with a fascinating cool at their core. Charmers want and know how to please - they are social creatures. Charismatics have an unusual confidence in themselves. Stars are ethereal and envelop themselves in mystery...
...Think of the nine types as shadows, silhouettes. Only by stepping into one of them and letting it grow inside you can you begin to develop the seductive character that will bring you limitless power."
- The Art of Seduction
Hey! Hey you! Got the Post-Persona blues? Wishing you were Yu Narukami right about now? Plan on playing NG++++?
(Rips off Riddler costume)
Don't do that, you can be even better than a emotionless shounen Gary Stu! If you're willing to put the work in...
Yosuke's Rank 10, and Persona 4, taught me something good in college. That personal development, communication, empathy, and good deeds in the real world lead to relationships, create power and make you a hero, NOT the other way around. You ignore a character they (mostly) ignore you back. If you ignored everyone all year, you would be in a world of hurt when the final boss came rolling around. Good deeds in the real world are more important than all the anime superpowers. Persona turns The Power of Friendship/Love trope upside down, because real relationships take work.
Since P3, there is always an isolated nemesis doomed to fall to a more balanced and emotionally nourished hero. A classic anime cliche, indeed. But the difference is that in Persona, the heroes had to work their ass off for that.
I present to you techniques and reading lists, so you can take the good messages of Persona and apply them to real life! And don't forget about libraries. You don't have to buy every book.
If some of these books seemed skewed towards men, its because they are and I need your help adding to the list to help the ladies (message me privately if that is a concern) :D
On Resiliency/Guts/Courage
Why is resiliency important beyond suicide prevention and depression? Because people hate complainers! Instead of scary/action movies or books about pirates, read books on self-esteem, and Acceptance and Commitment Therapy. I have divided them between Anxiety, Self Esteem, and Physical Resiliency.
Anxiety
Self-Esteem
And as always, seek mentorship from social support, a counselor or medical professional if you are under serious stress. Or even if you're not!
The physical side of Resiliency/Guts/Courage
Exercise and a healthy diet are great for your self esteem and resiliency, but I have a warning. You know that warning that says "Consult a physician before initiating an exercise or diet program?" DO THAT. Westerners have a bad habit of reaching for the internet for health advice, unknowingly reading advertisements disguised as medical news. Discuss your health and fitness goals with a physician, and possibly a personal trainer. In. That. Order. If you don't, you risk wasting your money and time at best or hurting yourself at worst.
Books on Fitness and Nutrition that Won't Harm You (still no substitute for a doctotrainer combo)

On Charm/Charisma/Expression
Don't be shy about Charm books, reading books on Charm is important! Charm and Empathy are inescapably linked. It will improve your career prospects and your social life

On Empathy/Kindness/Understanding
Empathy is a vital skill that is dwindling around the world. It is what allows people to sense the feels of those around them.

On Proficiency
Proficiency is ambiguous in Persona 5, and not a good example. It lets Joker do all sorts of things. Make lock picks, catch chalk thrown by a teacher, etc. A better example is to pick up a hobby that is not a video game. Something that makes you embrace failure over and over until you get good at it, like a musical instrument, creating things, making art, etc. Then read books on that. Napoleon Dynamite was telling the truth: people with skills are popular. I use my quarantine time exercising and learning guitar on Rocksmith. Whatever that thing is, the key is that improvement makes you feel good. It should not be a "chore."
A hobby does not have to translate to a career. Life is to be enjoyed, not monetized. No one is a product. You are not your utility to others.

On Academics
Studying is boring? What could be more exiting in the real world than studying and having a vision for the future that drives why you're studying? It makes for great Charm boosting conversation!
Most educational books will "boost Academics," but there are also books to boost your ability to "boost Academics!"
Getting Things Done revolves around taking any big project and chopping it up into small parts, executing what can be done quickly, and forcing yourself to discard or communicate about tasks that cannot be done at the current moment. Eat That Frog is about tackling the biggest, most frustrating problem first, which I don't agree with. And if you've ever taken a difficult multiple choice exam, you know why.
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2020.07.17 20:37 CheerfulSunsinger Techniques and Reading Lists to make You a Gentleman Thief or Femme Fatale!

"There are nine seducer types in the world. Each type has a particular character trait that comes from deep within and creates a seductive pull. Sirens have an abundance of sexual energy and know how to use it. Rakes insatiably adore the opposite sex, and their desire is infectious. Ideal Lovers have an aesthetic sensibility and androgynous allure. Naturals are spontaneous and open. Coquettes are self-sufficient, with a fascinating cool at their core. Charmers want and know how to please - they are social creatures. Charismatics have an unusual confidence in themselves. Stars are ethereal and envelop themselves in mystery...
...Think of the nine types as *shadows*, silhouettes. Only by stepping into one of them and letting it grow inside you can you begin to develop the seductive character that will bring you limitless power." - The Art of Seduction
Hey! Hey you! Got the Post-Persona blues? Wishing you were Joker right about now? Plan on playing NG++++?
(Rips off RiddleJoker hybrid costume)
Don't do that, you can be even better than Joker! If you put the work in.
Persona 4 taught me something good in college. That personal development, communication, empathy, and good deeds in the real world lead to relationships, create power and make you a hero, NOT the other way around. You ignore a character they (mostly) ignore you back. If you ignored everyone all year, you would be in a world of hurt when the final boss came rolling around. Good deeds in the real world are more important than all the anime superpowers (Joker turning himself in to the police was huge.) Persona turns The Power of Friendship/Love trope upside down, because real relationships take work.
Since P3, there is always an isolated nemesis doomed to fall to a more balanced and emotionally nourished hero. A classic anime cliche, indeed. But the difference is that in Persona, the heroes had to work their ass off for that.
I present to you techniques and reading lists, so you can take the good messages of Persona and apply them to their real life and become a real Gentleman Thief or Femme Fatale! And don't forget about libraries. You don't have to buy every book.
If some of these books seemed skewed towards men, its because they are and I need your help adding to the list to help the ladies (message me privately if that is a concern) :D
On Resiliency/Guts
Why is resiliency important beyond suicide prevention and depression? Because people hate complainers! Instead of scary/action movies or books about pirates, read books on self-esteem, and Acceptance and Commitment Therapy. I have divided them between Anxiety, Self Esteem, and Physical Resiliency.
Anxiety
Self-Esteem
And as always, seek mentorship from social support, a counselor or medical professional if you are under serious stress. Or even if you're not!
The physical side of Resiliency/Guts
Exercise and a healthy diet are great for your self esteem and resiliency, but I have a warning. You know that warning that says "Consult a physician before initiating an exercise or diet program?" DO THAT. Westerners have a bad habit of reaching for the internet for health advice, unknowingly reading advertisements disguised as medical news. Discuss your health and fitness goals with a physician, and possibly a personal trainer. In. That. Order. If you don't, you risk wasting your money and time at best or hurting yourself at worst.
Books on Fitness and Nutrition that Won't Harm You (still no substitute for a doctotrainer combo)

On Charm/Charisma
Don't be shy about Charm books, reading books on Charm is important! Charm and Empathy are inescapably linked. It will improve your career prospects and your social life

On Empathy/Kindness
Empathy is a vital skill that is dwindling around the world. It is what allows people to sense the feels of those around them.

On Proficiency
Proficiency is ambiguous in Persona 5, and not a good example. It lets Joker do all sorts of things. Make lock picks, catch chalk thrown by a teacher, etc. A better example is to pick up a hobby that is not a video game. Something that makes you embrace failure over and over until you get good at it, like a musical instrument, creating things, making art, etc. Then read books on that. Napoleon Dynamite was telling the truth: people with skills are popular. I use my quarantine time exercising and learning guitar on Rocksmith. Whatever that thing is, the key is that improvement makes you feel good. It should not be a "chore."
A hobby does not have to translate to a career. Life is to be enjoyed, not monetized. No one is a product. You are not your utility to others (Makoto's problem.)

On Knowledge
Studying is boring? What could be more exiting in the real world than studying and having a vision for the future that drives why you're studying? It makes for great Charm boosting conversation!
Most educational books will "boost Knowledge," but there are also books to boost your ability to "boost Knowledge!"
Getting Things Done revolves around taking any big project and chopping it up into small parts, executing what can be done quickly, and forcing yourself to discard or communicate about tasks that cannot be done at the current moment. Eat That Frog is about tackling the biggest, most frustrating problem first, which I don't agree with. And if you've ever taken a difficult multiple choice exam, you know why.
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2020.07.17 10:51 qldmaroon7 Match Thread: Sydney FC vs Wellington Phoenix (2019/20 A-League - The PPF/The 27 in 34)

SYDNEY FC 3-1 WELLINGTON PHOENIX
Sydney FC Goalscorers: Adam Le Fondre (76' - P), Trent Buhagiar (88', 90')
Wellington Phoenix Goalscorers: Reno Piscopo (66' - P)
Competition: 2019/20 Hyundai A-League Regular Season (The PPF/The 27 in 34)
Venue: Netstrata Jubilee Stadium, Sydney, NSW
Date: Friday, July 17th, 2020
Kickoff: 7:30pm AEST, 9:30pm NZST
Referee: Chris Beath
Attendance: 1,796 (Capacity: 20,500 - COVID Capacity: 5,125)
TV Broadcast: Fox Sports 507 (AUS) & Sky Sport 7 (NZ)
Streams: Kayo Sports & My Football Live App
Matchtracker Link: Fox Sports
Pre-COVID League Form Guide (which probably means almost nothing at this point)
SYDNEY W L W D D Last Match: 1-1 @ Western Sydney Wanderers
WELLINGTON L W W W W Last Match: 3-0 vs Melbourne Victory
Last Time They Met: WEL 2-2 SYD December 21st, 2019
Ladder Positions: 1st vs 3rd
Lineups (note: both sides allowed to make up to five substitutions)
SYDNEY FC
Starting Eleven Notes Substitutes Notes
Andrew Redmayne (GK) Adam Pavlesic (GK)
Rhyan Grant Patrick Flottmann
Joel King 69' Michael Zullo 69'
Ryan McGowan Alexander Baumjohann 69', 85'
Alex Wilkinson Chris Zuvela 90+1'
Luke Brattan 90+1' Trent Buhagiar 69', 88', 90'
Anthony Caceres 69' Luke Ivanovic 90+1'
Paulo Retre
Milos Ninkovic
Adam Le Fondre 76' (P), 90+1'
Kosta Barbarouses 69' Manager: Steve Corica
 
WELLINGTON PHOENIX
Starting Eleven Notes Substitutes Notes
Stefan Marinovic (GK) Zac Jones (GK)
Louis Fenton Liam McGing
Liberato Cacace Ulises Davila 66'
Steven Taylor Callan Elliot 90+1'
Luke DeVere Callum McCowatt 46'
Matti Steinmann 87' Brandon Wilson 87'
Jashua Sotirio 62', 66' Gary Hooper 66'
Alex Rufer 38', 90+1'
David Ball
Reno Piscopo 66' (P), 66'
Ben Waine 46' Manager: Ufuk Talay
Commentary
-40' We're back. After 126 days of COVID emptiness, the A-League is back, with tonight starting a mad dash to finish the 2019-20 season and hand Sydney two more trophies on a silver platter determine who will walk away with the premiership and championship. We kick off with Sydney FC hosting the Wellington Phoenix at Netstrata Jubilee Stadium. A win for the Sky Blues will bring them to within one point of claiming the Premiers Plate, while three points for the Phoenix will take them one step closer to a top four finish and a "home" final.
1' We're underway.
14' Wellington have a corner, which is sent into the box with Sotirio's shot striking the arm of Grant, but with no VAR for the rest of the season, play continues.
16' Ninkovic has his shot blocked before it goes out to Le Fondre, whose shot results in another handball appeal. It comes out to Brattan, whose shot forces a great save from Marinovic before going out for a corner.
22' Brattan with a beautiful ball to Le Fondre, with the deflection from the shot off DeVere almost resulting in an own goal.
31' Piscopo tries one from the edge of the box, but he goes for power and it flies over the crossbar.
37' Sydney have a free-kick, with Brattan driving it through the wall, but it's off target.
38' Rufer has been booked for a high boot on Brattan.
43' Brattan takes the free-kick and it's just tipped over by Marinovic for a corner.
45' One minute of stoppage time to play.
HT SYDNEY FC 0-0 WELLINGTON PHOENIX
46' The Phoenix make a half time change with Waine coming off for McCowatt.
46' The second half is underway.
55' Caceres shoots from outside the box and it takes a deflection to go out for a corner.
58' Le Fondre has a one-two with Barbarouses, with Le Fondre's shot going straight at Marinovic, who makes the save.
62' Sotirio picks up a yellow card.
64' PENALTY - Cacace is brought down in the box by McGown and the referee points to the spot.
66' SYD 0-1 WEL GOAL - Piscopo stares down Redmayne and drives the penalty low and hard. It skims off the surface under Redmayne to give Wellington the 1-0 lead.
66' Reno Piscopo scores the goal and comes straight off to be replaced by Gary Hooper.
66' Jaushua Sotirio comes off for Ulises Davila.
69' Joel King makes way for Michael Zullo as Sydney make a triple change.
69' Anthony Caceres is next to come off and he is replaced by Alexander Baumjohann.
69' Kosta Barbarouses comes off for Trent Buhagiar.
75' PENALTY - The Sydney corner is sent to the near post before the ball bounces up and hits Davila on the arm. Chris Beath, somewhat controversially, awards another penalty.
76' SYD 1-1 WEL GOAL - Le Fondre drives it low and hard along the ground leaving Marinovic with absolutely no chance.
80' Buhagiar shoots from right on the edge of the six-yard box, but he misses narrowly.
84' Davija strikes from outside the box but it comes off Hooper on its way through past Redmayne and he adjudicated to have been offside. The replay suggests it might have been an incorrect decision.
85' Alexander Baumjohann is booked for a really bad tackle.
87' Cacace goes down in the box and looks for the penalty, but Chris Beath ignores the plea.
87' Matti Steinmann comes off for Brandon Wilson.
88' SYD 2-1 WEL GOAL - Ninkovic with a superb pass to Buhagiar, who keeps running through the middle. Strangely, Marinovic comes out at Buhagiar well outside the box. Buhagiar eases past him, then rounds the shot past Taylor to give Sydney the 2-1 lead.
90' SYD 3-1 WEL GOAL - Le Fondre finds Buhagiar, who times his run perfectly to be onside. Buhagiar enters the box and shoots, but Marinovic makes the save. The rebound goes to Buhagiar who chips it in for a quick fire brace.
90' There will be four minutes of stoppage time to go - plenty of time for more drama to happen!
90+1' Luke Brattan makes way for a cameo appearance by Chris Zuvela.
90+1' Adam Le Fondre comes off for Luke Ivanovic.
90+1' Alex Rufer is replaced by Callan Elliot.
FT SYDNEY FC 3-1 WELLINGTON PHOENIX
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2020.07.17 06:14 CheerfulSunsinger Analysis - Techniques and Reading Lists to make You a Gentleman Thief or Femme Fatale!

"There are nine seducer types in the world. Each type has a particular character trait that comes from deep within and creates a seductive pull. Sirens have an abundance of sexual energy and know how to use it. Rakes insatiably adore the opposite sex, and their desire is infectious. Ideal Lovers have an aesthetic sensibility and androgynous allure. Naturals are spontaneous and open. Coquettes are self-sufficient, with a fascinating cool at their core. Charmers want and know how to please - they are social creatures. Charismatics have an unusual confidence in themselves. Stars are ethereal and envelop themselves in mystery...
...Think of the nine types as shadows, silhouettes. Only by stepping into one of them and letting it grow inside you can you begin to develop the seductive character that will bring you limitless power."
- The Art of Seduction
Before I realized I was duped into playing a self-insert harem visual novel, Persona 4 taught me something good in 2012. That personal development, communication, empathy, and good deeds in the real world lead to relationships, create power and make you a hero, NOT the other way around. If you ignore a character they (mostly) ignore you back. If you ignored everyone all year, you would be in a world of hurt when the final boss came rolling around. Good deeds in the real world are more important than all the anime superpowers. Persona turns The Power of Friendship/Love trope upside down, because real relationships take work.
Since P3, there is always an isolated nemesis doomed to fall to a more balanced and emotionally nourished hero. A classic anime cliche, indeed. But the difference is that in Persona, the heroes had to work their ass off for that.
Instead of wishing players were an anime Gary Stu/Mary Sue, I present to you techniques and reading lists, so you can take the good messages of Persona and apply them to their real life and become a real Gentleman Thief or Femme Fatale! And don't forget about libraries. You don't have to buy every book.
If some of these books seemed skewed towards men, its because they are and I need your help adding to the list :D
On Resiliency/Guts
Why is resiliency important beyond suicide prevention and depression? Because people hate complainers! Instead of scary/action movies or books about pirates, read books on self-esteem, and Acceptance and Committment Therapy. Such books include
Anxiety
Self-Esteem
And as always, seek mentorship from social support, a counselor or medical professional if you are under serious stress. Or even if you're not!
The physical side of Resiliency/Guts
Exercise and a healthy diet are great for your self esteem and resiliency, but I have a warning. You know that warning that says "Consult a physician before initiating an exercise or diet program?" DO THAT. Westerners have a bad habit of reaching for the internet for health advice, unknowingly reading advertisements disguised as medical news. Get with a physician, and possibly a personal trainer. In. That. Order. If you don't, you risk wasting your money and time at best or hurting yourself at worst.
Books on Fitness and Nutrition that Won't Harm You (still no substitute for a doctotrainer combo)

On Charm/Charisma
Don't be shy about Charm books, reading books on Charm is important! Charm and Empathy are inescapably linked. It will improve your career prospects and your social life

On Empathy/Kindness
Empathy is a vital skill that is dwindling around the world. It is what allows people to sense the feels of those around them.

On Proficiency
Proficiency is ambiguous in Persona 5, and not a good example. It lets Joker do all sorts of things. Make lock picks, catch chalk thrown by a teacher, etc. A better example is to pick up a hobby that is not a video game. Something that makes you embrace failure over and over until you get good at it, like a musical instrument, creating things, making art, writing essays that infuriate incels (blushes.) Then read books on that. I use my quarantine time exercising and learning guitar on Rocksmith. Whatever that thing is, the key is that improvement makes you feel good. It should not be a "chore."

On Knowledge
Makoto studying is boring? What could be more exiting in the real world than studying and having a vision for the future that drives why you're studying? It makes for great Charm boosting conversation!
Most educational books will "boost Knowledge," but there are also books to boost your ability to "boost Knowledge!"
Getting Things Done revolves around taking any big project and chopping it up into small parts, executing what can be done quickly, and forcing yourself to discard or communicate about tasks that cannot be done at the current moment. Eat That Frog is about tackling the biggest, most frustrating problem first, which I don't agree with. And if you've ever taken a difficult multiple choice exam, you know why.

More updates to come

Other works
Analysis 1 - How P5 turned what I expected upside down
Analysis 2 - The Heroine in a Harem: What makes Makoto such a powerful, beloved and groundbreaking character
Analysis 3 - Bad Romance: Persona is held back by the self-insert harem genre
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2020.07.06 18:50 MikeTysonChicken r/NFL Top 100 Players of the 2019 Season - #10-6

Welcome to the reveal for players ranked 10-6 for this year’s NFL Top 100 Players for the 2019 Season!

Players whose average rank had them land in places 10-6 are on this portion of the list revealed today. Players are associated with the team they finished 2019 with.
Below you will see write-ups from rankers summarizing the players' 2019 season and why they were among the best in 2019. Stats for each player are from this season and are included below. Additionally, their previous ranks in this long running series are also available for all of you.
Methodology
LINK TO THE HUB POST WITH A MORE DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF THE METHODOLOGY
  1. A CALL FOR RANKERS just after the Super Bowl.
  2. Rankers for each team nominated players to rank. 10 Games Played Minimum Threshold. Players are associated with the team they finished the 2019 Season with.
  3. The Grind. Utilize ranking threads for individual rankers broken up by positional group. Users were tasked with ranking players within the following tiers based on their evaluation: T-25, T-50, T-100, T-125 based on 2019 regular season only. There were no individual case threads. There were no arbitrary position limit caps. Just questions and rankings.
  4. Users submitted their individual Top 125 list. Ranking out to 125 is new for this year.
  5. User lists were reviewed for outliers by me with assistance from two former rankers. Users were permitted to correct any mistakes found. Once complete, lists were locked.
  6. Reveal the list… right now.
So now, without further ado, here are the players ranked 10-6 in the NFL Top 100 Players of the 2019 Season!

#10 - Tre’Davious White - Cornerback - Buffalo Bills

Accolades
Accolade Total Year
NFL Pro Bowl 1 2019
AP All-Pro 1st Team 1 2019
PFWA All-Rookie Team 1 2017
/NFL Top 100 3 2017 (53), 2018 (63), 2019 (10)
Written By: jiggs_
Introduction
Even in high school, it was obvious that Tre'Davious White was bound to be the greatest at his position. In fact, in his entire high school career he never gave up a single goal. I am, of course, referring to White's hockey career. In fact, looking just at the numbers, Tre White isn't just good, he is the greatest goalie in the entire state of Louisiana. Coming out of the Tre White Goalie Academy, many thought he would have chosen to be a hockey player, but luckily for the NHL he decided that football was where he truly belonged.
Look, I know I just wasted a paragraph of an important top-10 writeup to get a pity laugh (pls?) from you all, but I think it's important to understand that the Buffalo Bills have never been an organization with a player like Tre White. The players that join the Bills are usually guys who keep their heads down and (try to) do their jobs well. Hell, the most exciting thing our players did in the decade before Tre White is dance in an Applebee's. And that's fine, if you're winning, but when you lose for so long I almost feel I'm missing a big part of the NFL fandom experience because they are all just so… boring. And it feels almost directly opposite of the fan experience that we have. Bills Mafia is outspoken and, quite honestly, batshit insane, so it would be nice to have a player who without question shows that football in Buffalo is more than just hard work, it's fucking fun. So please excuse me for wanting to make sure that White's personality (and his ability to perfectly emulate the voice of Vontae Davis) is being showcased just as much as his ability as a top corner in the NFL.
The 2019 Season
Now let's get down to the facts, because what is PFFs SIXTEENTH ranked cornerback doing in our top ten? Tre'Davious White allowed a 46.3 Passer Rating when targeted (2nd only behind JC Jackson), had six interceptions (tied-1st in NFL among qualified CBs), and allowed zero touchdowns all season (1st place, obviously). Tre White hardly ever gives up a big play, but if he does he sure as hell isn't going to let you in the endzone. Limiting touchdowns on big plays gives way for the Bills to make stops and force crucial field goals which kept our subpar offense in games.
To add on top of the discussed stats above, Tre White also spent much of his time shadowing top receivers, which makes his stat sheet even more incredible. It also makes the ranking given by PFF even more baffling, considering we pull all of our stats from THEIR SITE. But I digress. Tre White is technically a zone cornerback, but the Bills smartly use him quite a bit to cover top receivers in a fairly convoluted match zone scheme (along with running man coverage a decent amount of time, as well). Here are some notable PFF shadow coverage stats for Tre White. Against OBJ he gave up only three catches on ten targets for 27 yards, effectively shutting down the Browns' top passing threat for the entire game. He also shadowed Courtland Sutton (1/7, 27Yds), Terry McLaurin (3/4, 27Yds), and Amari Cooper (3/6, 37Yds). These aren't only good players, they are great players. Many actually found themselves on this very list, and most had their worst game of the season up against Tre White. Lastly, my favorite stat among all of this was posted by Warren Sharp a couple months ago, when he said “Since 2006, White is the only player to lead the NFL in interceptions without allowing a single TD. 2019: 6 INTs, 2 forced fumbles, 4 tackles for loss. He just turned 25.” A truly mind-blowing stat, considering the last one to do this was future HOFer Champ Bailey.
Now I think I will showcase some film work of guys who have gone through more time and effort to make a logical breakdown of some of Tre White's best plays/games. First, we have Baldy's Breakdowns. Ignoring the god awful film quality, Baldy does a fairly good job of highlighting some of the stuff that Tre White did to cool off a red hot Courtland Sutton. It's not super detailed work, but studying CBs isn't exactly the most glamorous thing. Next, we have an (admittedly long) breakdown of just about every aspect of Tre's game. As usual with these smaller accounts, I was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the film work here. Tre White's anticipation, in particular, stands out constantly on film and shows just how much work he puts in preparing before every game to know every route he will see. Lastly, I will link the NFL Turning Point from this year. This one is obviously leaving out the fact that it's against Duck Hodges, but it should not discount how fantastic Tre White played throughout the whole game. In particular, his interception against James Washington is of note as some fantastic technique against a double move.
In summation, Gilmore and White were head and shoulders above the other CBs this season, so seeing them both in the top 10 was no surprise. I do think Tre White has a legitimate case for CB1 of 2019, but it's tough to argue against the DPOY and not sound like a homer.
Legacy
Tre'Davious White is 25 years old. We just (obviously) took his fifth year option and I fully expect the Bills to offer him CB1 money. A cornerback like Tre White is not only fantastic for every scheme in the NFL, but even moreso under McDermott in particular. Our zone bilitz scheme (reminiscent of Jimmie Johnson), needs top tier talent in coverage to make up for the relatively simple zone structure that a good QB can use against the defense if not disguised properly. Being able to place a top receiver on an island in any scheme is a luxury that does not come around often, and to have someone doing that at 25 is even more insane. Therefore, I truly believe we are witnessing a hall of fame career that has blossomed right before our eyes, and it is truly a treat to watch him work every week. Not to mention all of the dance moves I have since been able to master thanks to watching the master himself.

#9 - T.J. Watt - EDGE - Pittsburgh Steelers

Accolades
Accolade Total Year
NFL Pro Bowl 2 2018, 2019
AP All-Pro 1st Team 1 2019
AP All-Pro 2nd Team 1 2019
PFWA All-Rookie Team 1 2017
/NFL Top 100 2 2018 (72), 2019 (9)
Written By: schmatz17
Introduction
Step aside J.J there is a new Watt brother in-charge. The former Wisconsin product originally came to college as a Tight End prospect but made the transition to the defensive side of the ball in 2015. After an incredible 2016 season Watt found himself in the discussion of first-round edge rusher prospects, but due to his rawness at the position fell all the way to pick #30 (Sorry Packers fans) to the Pittsburgh Steelers. Since then the Steelers haven’t thought twice about selecting Watt who has quickly developed into one of the league’s most dominant figures on the edge. TJ Watt’s presence on the Steelers defense has been immense, as the Steelers have led the league in sacks per game over each of the three years since he entered the league. This past season we saw the Steelers defense return to the days of the Steel Curtain and nearly carry the league’s worst offense into the playoffs.
The 2019 Season

Sacks QB Hits Passes Deflected Forced Fumbles Interceptions Tackles for Loss
14.5 36 8 8 2 14
At first glance at T.J Watt’s statistics from last year, it is easy to see why he was a finalist for the NFL’s Defensive Player of the Year award and selected as the teams 2019 MVP. Watt’s impressive ability to rush the passer helped the Steelers claim the third-ranked pass defense, as well as, the fifth-best defense in terms of total yardage. In a season filled with some of the dullest offensive play the NFL may have ever seen, the new era of the Steel Curtain was able to create enough turnovers to keep this team in the playoff hunt, much to the credit of T.J. Watts NFL leading 8 fumbles (most in Steelers history) and 36 QB hits helping to force bad passes (2019 highlights). It felt as though in each and every game Watt was consistently making plays and disrupting the offense, with a statistical season that rivals Aaron Donalds 2017 DPOY campaign. Although Watt ultimately did not win the 2019 DPOY award, he was the only player since 1993 to have 10+ sacks, 5 FFs, 3 FRs, and 2 INTs in a single season, and captured his second straight Pro Bowl, 1st team All-Pro honors (edge rusher), and 2nd team All-Pro honors (as a linebacker).
Overall, despite a disappointing season for the Pittsburgh Steelers as a whole, the 2019 season gave us a peek into what this Steelers team can look like in 2020. With a healthy Ben Rothlisberger and Stephan Tuitt, the Pittsburgh Steelers could find themselves back in the playoffs in 2020, and perhaps help Watt claim a much deserved DPOY award to add to the Watt family trophy hall. Watt’s energy and leadership on and off the field will help usher in a new era of Steel Curtain defenses for years to come.
Legacy
Entering his fourth season in the league Watt is looking to live up to his brother J.J.’s (sorry Dereck) status as one of the elite pass rushers in history, and to further solidify himself as one of the Steelers All-Time great defenders. Ever since the James Harrisons 2012 season, the Steelers have been hunting for an elite pass-rushing presence, with likes of Jason Worilds, Jarvis Jones, and Arthur Moats failing to live up to expectations, it seems as though they have found their answer in Watt. Watt has been simply put exceptional in his first three seasons and might just be the best Edge defender in all of football. I fully expect T.J’s name to be in next season DPOY race and for it to be back at the top of this ranking.
The Steelers 2017 draft class might have been too good with the likes of T.J Watt (All-Pro), Juju (Pro Bowl), Cam Sutton (solid player), and James Conner (Pro Bowl) all up for extensions this season, it hard to imagine the Steelers not losing some key pieces this offseason especially with Watt expecting to cash in big time. However, it’s not often that an NFL team lets a young top talent walk, so I fully expect Watt to return on a record-setting contract and to continue to solidify himself as a top NFL defender, and one of the Steelers legends.

#8 - George Kittle - Tight End - San Francisco 49ers

Accolades
Accolade Total Year
NFL Pro Bowl 2 2018, 2019
AP All-Pro 1st Team 1 2019
AP All-Pro 2nd Team 1 2018
/NFL Top 100 2 2018 (9), 2019 (8)
Written By: scmsf49
Introduction
At this point, anyone who watches football more than a few times a year knows who George Kittle is. The 146th overall pick of the 2017 draft made it known last year that he’s not only the best player in the league at his position- he’s one of the best players in the NFL at any position. He doubled down this season, though missing a few games and playing injured in others might lead someone glancing at his numbers to believe it was a down season. The next paragraph will clear that up, but there’s an ongoing discussion about George Kittle right now that deserves to be brought up, and everyone who’s been refreshing the sub for news these last few months knows that that discussion pertains to his next contract. Kittle likely aims to, and deserves to absolutely shatter the tight end market. $11 million a season is downright disrespectful for a player who does more for the 49ers offense than any non-quarterback does for any offense, and it’ll be interesting to see what the eventual price tag is, especially when you compound his situation with whatever the hell is going to happen with the salary cap because of lost ticket revenue.
2019
George Kittle’s box score statistics don’t properly tell the story of his season (and they likely never will), but there are two numbers that do a pretty good job of putting his year into perspective. Kittle had 3.11 yards per route run. No other player, wide receivers included, broke the 3.0 barrier in 2019, and Julio Jones is the only player in the last decade to top 3.11. The other is the 49ers’ yards per carry in the run game. For the 2 games Kittle missed, the 49ers averaged 2.6 yards per carry on the ground. That number was 4.8 in the 14 he played. Kittle was an elite receiver, producing more per route than anyone else in the NFL, and he was an elite blocker, paving the way for one of the league’s best rushing attacks, which in turn helped set up the 49ers’ dominant play action. Kittle is a key cog in every single dimension of the offense.
For the 2019 season, PFF awarded Kittle with their Dwight Stevenson award, given to the best player in a given season regardless of position.This is typically reserved for JJ Watt or Aaron Donald, and Kittle is actually only the 2nd offensive player to ever win the award after Tom Brady. His 2019 season was also the highest graded tight end season of the PFF era by a full 3 points.
Some of Kittle’s notable blocks of the season include that time he destroyed Clay Matthews, and the the murder of a Falcon in a game where Kittle caught 11 passes and was essentially the team’s entire offense.
The blocking is incredibly necessary and can be really entertaining to watch, but most people want to see crazy catches, and Kittle also delivers there, like when he somehow managed to get his feet down in the end zone against the Rams. Staying in the division, here’s a ridiculous catch and run on an injured ankle against the Cardinals. No discussion of Kittle’s 2019 is complete without the play of the year in the game of the year. Kittle is incredibly dangerous with the ball in his hands, he made that extremely apparent last season when he broke the record for yards after the catch - not for tight ends, for everyone. Sometimes, though, he doesn’t need to dodge defenders or make contested grabs. Occasionally it’s really, really easy.
Bonus highlight: Kittle even finds time to make sure his QB stays safe.
Legacy/Future
There’s not really a ton to say about a third year player’s legacy. He’s been a top 10 player for two consecutive seasons and figures to continue doing that for years to come. Some 49ers fans might be (justifiably) terrified that the team will treat his contract negotiation like he’s just another tight end and not an elite offensive weapon, and the team does not have the luxury to trade Kittle like they did with Buckner, we don’t have a bunch of elite skill position offensive players sitting around to help offset a loss like that that would probably take the 49ers out of contention. Kittle’s contract situation, like any top 10 player, is a major storyline to watch for the next few months.

#7 - Patrick Mahomes - Quarterback - Kansas City Chiefs

Accolades
Accolade Total Year
NFL Pro Bowl 2 2018, 2019
NFL MVP 1 2018
Super Bowl MVP 1 2019
NFL Offensive Player of the Year 1 2018
AP All-Pro 1st Team 1 2018
Bert Bell Award 1 2018
/NFL Top 100 2 2018 (2), 2019 (7)
Written By: DTSportsNow
Intro: Patrick Lavon Mahomes II, quarterback for the Kansas City Chiefs, third season of his career but just his second starting. Already an NFL MVP, record holder, and savior of a franchise. Soon to be awarded the richest contract in NFL history and it may still be an understatement to what Mahomes has already done for this team. Despite all that 2019 didn't come without trouble. At one moment it seemed like his season could be lost for the year, and perhaps the trajectory of his whole career could change. But this is Mahomes we're talking about. He wouldn't go down without a fight, and so this is the story of Patrick Mahomes in 2019.
Coming off an MVP campaign that saw Patrick Mahomes and crew fall tragically short of a Super Bowl appearance expectations were expectantly high. With the vulnerable Bob Sutton and his defence cast out of Kansas City, fans let their expectations fly as many had held back before the previous season. Talk of a potential 19-0 campaign was brought up by a number of fans, and how could you blame them? The Magic Man Mahomes had come in and brought the team to new heights not seen since long before many had even been born. 5,097 passing yards and 50 touchdowns were new season records for the Kansas City Chiefs, and would have been for a number of teams in the league. How would he follow it up? Chiefs Kingdom was dying to know.
2019 Season: It was a season that began much like it had the previous, 1,195 passing yards and 10 touchdowns, it was hard not to believe Mahomes may be on the path to reach even new heights not seen in the entire league over. Already on the path to another 5,000+ yard and 50+ TD season, we'd already seen him do it once; could he do it again? Winning convincingly against Jacksonville, Oakland, and Baltimore, could those 19-0 dreams be coming true? He had suffered an ankle injury in the first week and otherwise appeared fine, but was he?
Over the next three weeks the Chiefs scraped by the Detriot Lions and suffered bad losses against the Indianapolis Colts and the Houston Texans. Mahomes, ended his Chiefs record streak of throwing at least 2+ touchdown passes against the Lions, just one game short of tying the NFL record held by Peyton Manning. He also suffered another ankle injury against the Colts as backup left tackle Cameron Erving accidentally stepped on it getting pushed back. After that second ankle injury it was clear Mahomes looked off, his rating and completion percentages were down as his bad throw percentage went up. But that was the least of his problems.
During week 7 on a QB sneak in the endzone Mahomes went down and had trouble getting back up. Replay showed his knee getting bent weirdly and everyone feared for the worst. A knee dislocation and any ligament damage could sideline him for the year. We'd later find out that it was a kneecap dislocation and that he season may not be over, but he'd still likely be out for some time. But again this is Mahomes, and he only missed the next two matchups.
In his first game back Mahomes came out firing, 50 attempts were the most he'd throw for all season and one was a thing of beauty. Although the Chiefs lost the game Mahomes showed he was back and ready to continue the fight through the season. The Chiefs would not lose again for the rest of the year and through to the Super Bowl following that game. As Mahomes healed from his injuries he returned back to his former dominant self, finishing the last 4 games of the season as the 2nd highest graded QB. Despite his missed time and being hampered by injuries, Mahomes managed to finish the season with 4,031 yards, 26 touchdowns, and just 5 interceptions. A season that would be pretty good for an average QB.
Legacy: What can you say about a QB who in two seasons won league MVP and Super Bowl MVP that hasn't already been said? With just those two season as a full time starter Mahomes has already cemented himself in NFL history, and is on a path like few have ever seen before. Despite being injury hampered through much of the 2019 season Mahomes again to be one of the best QBs in the league. Proving that even an 80% Mahomes is still better than a number of other QB's at 100%. What's crazy too is that Mahomes admitted he didn't fully understand how to read defenses until halfway through 2019.
"I didn't understand how to read defenses until, like, halfway through last year," he said. "I understood coverages, but being able to pick up little tendencies defenses do, stuff that Brady and them have done — I was just playing."
With another offseason to study and learn how far can Mahomes go? Has he already reached his peak? After his 2018 season Mahomes started to get a lot of comparisons to Dan Marino, who similarly threw for over 5,000 yards in his second season; but Marino never won a Super Bowl. Mahomes is in new territory of career trajectory. He's in control of his own legacy, and that legacy in the mind of Mahomes and Chiefs Kingdom is GOAT or bust.

#6 - Russell Wilson - Quarterback - Seattle Seahawks

Accolades
Accolade Total Year
NFL Pro Bowl 7 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2017, 2018, 2019
AP All-Pro 2nd Team 1 2019
/NFL Top 100 8 2012 (68), 2013 (60), 2014 (64), 2015 (22), 2016 (98), 2017 (28), 2018 (25), 2019 (6)
Written By: MattyT7
Introduction
I must confess, father, for I have sinned. I did not always believe in Christ. That all changed in 2012 when the Seahawks drafted Future’s eskimo brother and Future Jr.’s daddy, Russell “Jesus Christ himself in a 5’11 snack of a fuckin body” Wilson. Since he’s been in the league, all Russell Wilson has done is win. He holds the record for most wins by a quarterback in their first 7 seasons (75), has a career passer rating above 100, and like a hundred 4th quarter stats and records because Pete Carroll has a fetish for sending people into cardiac arrest. He’s also the first quarterback in NFL History with a winning record in each of his first eight seasons and PFF says he leads the NFL in big time throws since 2018, which is a big deal since we all know the PFF big time throws stat is THE way to measure a quarterback. Very cool Russell!
The 2019 Season
Russell “clearly the hotter part of his relationship” Wilson was pretty damn good in 2019. NBC Sports kindly put together this handy list of the milestones and records Russ accomplished this past season. Spoiler alert, there’s a lot. The season began with more of what we’re used to from #3; putting Seattle entirely on his back. From handling the Steelers with a 300 yard/3 TD game in week 2 to throwing four touchdowns (including this absolute dime with a great catch from Lockett) en route to taking down the Rams, Russ was largely tasked with overcoming slow starts throughout the season with the teams stout commitment to the run game. Still, though, Russell Wilson delivered time and time again. Even in the loss to the Saints in week 3 where the deficit was simply too large to overcome, Russ “the Trouserhammer” Wilson threw for over 400 yards and scored 4 total touchdowns in the only game of the season where he threw 50 passes.
The second loss of the season came at the hands of the Llama himself, a game in which the Trouserhammer threw his first interception of the season… in week 7. This midseason stretch saw a 5 game winning streak with wins against 3 playoff-bound teams in the Eagles, the Vikings, and the 49ers. Oh, and not to mention his 378/5 TD performance against Captain LASIK and the Buccaneers. The Seahawks would go 1-3 on the final four games of the season, but that didn’t stop the ol’ Trouserhammer from putting up a season stat line of 4,110 yards and 31 touchdowns to only 5 interceptions with a 66.1 completion percentage. He also added another 342 yards and 3 touchdowns on the ground.
In the 2019 season, we saw a lot more of that beautiful touch Russ makes to put the ball right in his receivers hands. We saw a lot of the magic he is capable of. This season also saw Russell deal with yet another poor year of offensive line play. Here’s the Trouserhammer managing to throw a dime on a trick play with turnstile Joey Hunt at center. The defense lost legend Earl Thomas. Doug Baldwin retired. And Russell “OG Mula Savage 420” Wilson went out and played the best football of his career. A major development in 2019 was the drafting and progress of rookie wide receiver DK Metcalf. Russell established a pretty immediate rapport with DK en route to a 900 yard 7 touchdown rookie season (and a 160 yard 1 touchdown performance in his first career playoff game). Wilson and Metcalf have been training throughout the offseason, and if DK continues to grow and thrive, we could see some EVEN BETTER football from the Trouserhammer. Not to mention he's an absolute smokeshow
Legacy
All Russell Wilson does is win, baby. He drags the Seahawks kicking and screaming to fourth quarter comebacks if that’s what it takes. After earning a Super Bowl ring in his second year in the league, Russell Wilson has genuinely grown and matured into a true, distinguished pocket quarterback with an impeccable escapability trait and knack to make magic happen. He has established himself as a true top 3 quarterback in the NFL and at 31 has plenty of time to dominate and earn some more rings. Who knows? He may even be able to nab a MVP vote someday on his journey to the Hall.
Despite Pete Carroll’s belief in establishing a healthy run game, it would be a welcome change to see Seattle become if even just slightly more pass-happy, allowing the game to be in Russell’s hands throughout rather than forcing him to play hero in the second half. He has proven himself as an elite NFL quarterback and continuously put the city of Seattle on his big, manly, beautiful shoulders. Russell Wilson is my lord and savior. Russell Wilson is who I see when I close my eyes in bed late at night. Russell Wilson is the man I call daddy. And most importantly, Russell Wilson is one of the best players in the NFL.

LINK TO 2019 POSITIONAL GROUPING TRACKER

LINK TO 2019 RANKER SHEETS

LINK TO HUB

Schedule Change

The series Post Mortem will take place July 22 instead of July 15. I won’t be able to post on the original date.
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2020.07.06 14:00 hockeydiscussionbot [Daily Discussion Thread] Player's comments regarding Floyd and Protests + Coronavirus Updates - 06 Jul 2020

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For a list of ways to donate, get involved or see how you can be a part of #BLM please follow this fantastic link: https://www.timeout.com/things-to-do/how-to-support-black-lives-matter

Responses regarding George Floyd and protests

Below is a running catalog of all players, GMs, coaches, and organizations who have spoken up regarding the current news regarding George Floyd and the protests across the US.
This is a compilation. New threads as news comes in are still more than welcome in /hockey. Compiled by sandman730 and WoozleWuzzle. Want to help? Message the mods and we'll give you access.
[Greg Wyshynski] NHL says around 110 players have used some form of social media to comment on racial issues in the last week.
Other compilations/discussions:
Person Thread
Frederick Andersen
Cam Atkinson Link
Justin Bailey
Tyson Barrie
Patrice Bergeron Link
Jordan Binnington Link
Nick Bonino
Mark Borowiecki
Brian Boyle Link
JT Brown (May 29) Link
JT Brown (May 31)
JT Brown (June 4)
Ryan Callahan
Connor Carrick Link
Jon Carlson Link
Anson Carter (ft. other NHLers) Link
Zdeno Chara (May 30)
Zdeno Chara (June 2)
Zdeno Chara (June 5) Link
Zdeno Chara (June 6) Link
Ian Cole
Brett Connolly
Logan Couture Link
Sidney Crosby Link
Max Domi (May 29) Link
Max Domi (June 4) Link
Anthony DeAngelo (May 31) Link
Anthony DeAngelo (June 1) Link
Dylan DeMelo Link
Anthony Duclair (retweet) Link
Anthony Duclair (statement) Link
Kyle Dubas
Matt Dumba Link
Nick Foligno
Mark Fraser Link
Sam Gagner
Brendan Gallagher Link
Luke Gazdic Link
Claude Giroux Link
Mike Green
Gritty
Erik Gudbranson Link
Taylor Hall Link
John Hayden
Adam Henrique
Braden Holtby Link
Braden & Brandi Holtby
Bo Horvat Link
Josh Ho-Sang Link
Jarome Iginla Link
Mathieu Joseph Link
Tyson Jost
Nazem Kadri
Evander Kane (ESPN's "First Take") Link
Evander Kane (Sportsnet's "Writers Bloc") Link
Evander Kane (The Athletic) Link
Patrick Kane Link
Erik Karlsson
Jarmo Kekalainen
Jarmo Kekalainen 2
Hillary Knight Link
Anze Kopitar
Gabriel Landeskog Link
Dylan Larkin
Anders Lee Link
Pat Maroon Link
Auston Matthews Link
Scott Mayfield
Connor McDavid Link
K'Andre Miller Link
Dominic Moore
Darnell Nurse
Sarah Nurse
Ryan O'Reilly
Alex Ovechkin Link
Kyle Palmieri
Zach Parise
Nolan Patrick Link
Elias Pettersson Link
Cayden Primeau
Morgan Rielly (May 30)
Morgan Rielly (June 1) Link
Mark Scheifele
Kendall Coyne Schofield
Kendall Coyne Schofield 2 Link
Ben Scrivens Link
Tyler Seguin (June 1) Link
Tyler Seguin (June 4) Link
Jaccob Slavin Link
Zack Smith Link
Steven Stamkos Link
Troy Stetcher
Malcolm Subban (May 31)
Malcolm Subban (June 5)
PK Subban (May 30)
PK Subban (May 30 - 2)
PK Subban (June 3) Link
PK Subban (June 6)
John Tavares
Jonathan Toews Link
Chris Tierney
Jacob Truba Link
Kyle Turris Link
Jimmy Vesey Link
Shea Weber Link
Kevin Weekes (May 30)
Kevin Weekes (May 31)
Blake Wheeler (May 30) Link
Blake Wheeler (June 2)
Blake Wheeler (June 4) Link
Tom Wilson Link
Jason Zucker Link
Organization Thread
Anaheim Ducks Link
Arizona Coyotes
Boston Bruins Link
Kim & Terry Pegula (Buffalo Sabres) Link
Calgary Flames
Carolina Hurricanes Link
Chicago Blackhawks
Colorado Avalanche
Columbus Blue Jackets
Dallas Stars Link
Detroit Red Wings Link
Edmonton Oilers Link
Florida Panthers
LA Kings Link
Minnesota Wild
Montreal Canadiens Link
Nashville Predators
NJ Devils (May 31) Link
NJ Devils (June 3) Link
NJ Devils - The Collective We Link
NY Islanders Link
NY Rangers Link
Ottawa Senators Link
Ottawa Senators Foundation Link
Philadelphia Flyers Link
Pittsburgh Penguins Link
Hasso Plattner (San Jose Sharks) Link
NHL Seattle
St. Louis Blues Link
Toronto Maple Leafs Link
Tampa Bay Lightning
Vancouver Canucks
Vegas Golden Knights (May 31)
Vegas Golden Knights (June 2) Link
Monumental Sports & Entertainment (Washington Capitals) Link
Washington Capitals
Winnipeg Jets Link
Erie Otters Link
NHL Link
NHL Coaches' Association
NHLPA
NWHL
PWHPA
USA Hockey Link

Coronavirus/COVID-19 News

The spread of Coronavirus (COVID-19) is affecting the hockey world. Feel free to discuss it here. If you want medical information about the disease, consult with your physician and/or relevant authorities.
This list is not exhaustive. Compiled by sandman730 and randompunkt. Want to help? Message the mods and we'll give you access.
Headline Source Thread
The NHL and NHLPA have agreed to open formal training camps on July 10. NHL PR Link
The NHL has announced that it will transition to Phase 2 of its Return To Play Plan effective Monday, June 8. NHL PR Link
NHL Announces More Details of Playoff Format for Return to Play Plan NHL Link
Hockey Canada lifts ban on sanctioned activities,... to work with health authorities on return-to-play decisions. Hockey Canada Link
NHL Commissioner Gary Bettman Announces The NHL's Plans For The 2020 Season Megathread
The 2020 Isobel Cup Final has been canceled. NWHL Link
The AHL has cancelled the remainder of the 2019-20 regular season and the Calder Cup Playoffs. AHL Link
KHL has cancelled the remainder of the 2019-20 season KHL Link
The CHL and regional leagues have cancelled our 2020 Playoffs and Memorial Cup. Canadian Hockey League Link
2020 IIHF Ice Hockey World Championship cancelled IIHF Link
USHL Cancels Remainder of Season Due to COVID-19 USHL Link
The SHL (and all other Swedish leagues) has been cancelled SHL Link
The 2019-20 ECHL Season has been cancelled. ECHL Link
Finnish Liiga season is over. No champion awarded. Liiga Link
No Champion in the National League Swiss Hockey News Link
NCAA cancels remaining winter and spring championships NCAA Link
Czech Extraliga playoffs postponed due to COVID-19 Hokej Link
German Hockey League DEL suspended because of Corona. No champion in 2020. DEL Link

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2020.07.05 14:00 hockeydiscussionbot [Daily Discussion Thread] Player's comments regarding Floyd and Protests + Coronavirus Updates - 05 Jul 2020

Welcome to the Daily Discussion Thread, a place to have discussions about anything hockey or anything else on your mind.

Regular Threads

Mod News/Threads

/hockey stands with BLM and the fight against racism

Though it shouldn't be a surprise with the multitude of threads from players and organizations alike filling /hockey and compiled just down below, we did want to make it explicit that /hockey has and will continue to fight against racism in all its forms.
We think the murder of George Floyd by the hands of police is abhorrent. We will continue to lift the voices of the hockey community that speak up against racism by ensuring their posts make it to /hockey for those to read.
And we will continue to enforce and remove any comments or racist remarks as well as all bigotry, sexism and xenophobia.
For a list of ways to donate, get involved or see how you can be a part of #BLM please follow this fantastic link: https://www.timeout.com/things-to-do/how-to-support-black-lives-matter

Responses regarding George Floyd and protests

Below is a running catalog of all players, GMs, coaches, and organizations who have spoken up regarding the current news regarding George Floyd and the protests across the US.
This is a compilation. New threads as news comes in are still more than welcome in /hockey. Compiled by sandman730 and WoozleWuzzle. Want to help? Message the mods and we'll give you access.
[Greg Wyshynski] NHL says around 110 players have used some form of social media to comment on racial issues in the last week.
Other compilations/discussions:
Person Thread
Frederick Andersen
Cam Atkinson Link
Justin Bailey
Tyson Barrie
Patrice Bergeron Link
Jordan Binnington Link
Nick Bonino
Mark Borowiecki
Brian Boyle Link
JT Brown (May 29) Link
JT Brown (May 31)
JT Brown (June 4)
Ryan Callahan
Connor Carrick Link
Jon Carlson Link
Anson Carter (ft. other NHLers) Link
Zdeno Chara (May 30)
Zdeno Chara (June 2)
Zdeno Chara (June 5) Link
Zdeno Chara (June 6) Link
Ian Cole
Brett Connolly
Logan Couture Link
Sidney Crosby Link
Max Domi (May 29) Link
Max Domi (June 4) Link
Anthony DeAngelo (May 31) Link
Anthony DeAngelo (June 1) Link
Dylan DeMelo Link
Anthony Duclair (retweet) Link
Anthony Duclair (statement) Link
Kyle Dubas
Matt Dumba Link
Nick Foligno
Mark Fraser Link
Sam Gagner
Brendan Gallagher Link
Luke Gazdic Link
Claude Giroux Link
Mike Green
Gritty
Erik Gudbranson Link
Taylor Hall Link
John Hayden
Adam Henrique
Braden Holtby Link
Braden & Brandi Holtby
Bo Horvat Link
Josh Ho-Sang Link
Jarome Iginla Link
Mathieu Joseph Link
Tyson Jost
Nazem Kadri
Evander Kane (ESPN's "First Take") Link
Evander Kane (Sportsnet's "Writers Bloc") Link
Evander Kane (The Athletic) Link
Patrick Kane Link
Erik Karlsson
Jarmo Kekalainen
Jarmo Kekalainen 2
Hillary Knight Link
Anze Kopitar
Gabriel Landeskog Link
Dylan Larkin
Anders Lee Link
Pat Maroon Link
Auston Matthews Link
Scott Mayfield
Connor McDavid Link
K'Andre Miller Link
Dominic Moore
Darnell Nurse
Sarah Nurse
Ryan O'Reilly
Alex Ovechkin Link
Kyle Palmieri
Zach Parise
Nolan Patrick Link
Elias Pettersson Link
Cayden Primeau
Morgan Rielly (May 30)
Morgan Rielly (June 1) Link
Mark Scheifele
Kendall Coyne Schofield
Kendall Coyne Schofield 2 Link
Ben Scrivens Link
Tyler Seguin (June 1) Link
Tyler Seguin (June 4) Link
Jaccob Slavin Link
Zack Smith Link
Steven Stamkos Link
Troy Stetcher
Malcolm Subban (May 31)
Malcolm Subban (June 5)
PK Subban (May 30)
PK Subban (May 30 - 2)
PK Subban (June 3) Link
PK Subban (June 6)
John Tavares
Jonathan Toews Link
Chris Tierney
Jacob Truba Link
Kyle Turris Link
Jimmy Vesey Link
Shea Weber Link
Kevin Weekes (May 30)
Kevin Weekes (May 31)
Blake Wheeler (May 30) Link
Blake Wheeler (June 2)
Blake Wheeler (June 4) Link
Tom Wilson Link
Jason Zucker Link
Organization Thread
Anaheim Ducks Link
Arizona Coyotes
Boston Bruins Link
Kim & Terry Pegula (Buffalo Sabres) Link
Calgary Flames
Carolina Hurricanes Link
Chicago Blackhawks
Colorado Avalanche
Columbus Blue Jackets
Dallas Stars Link
Detroit Red Wings Link
Edmonton Oilers Link
Florida Panthers
LA Kings Link
Minnesota Wild
Montreal Canadiens Link
Nashville Predators
NJ Devils (May 31) Link
NJ Devils (June 3) Link
NJ Devils - The Collective We Link
NY Islanders Link
NY Rangers Link
Ottawa Senators Link
Ottawa Senators Foundation Link
Philadelphia Flyers Link
Pittsburgh Penguins Link
Hasso Plattner (San Jose Sharks) Link
NHL Seattle
St. Louis Blues Link
Toronto Maple Leafs Link
Tampa Bay Lightning
Vancouver Canucks
Vegas Golden Knights (May 31)
Vegas Golden Knights (June 2) Link
Monumental Sports & Entertainment (Washington Capitals) Link
Washington Capitals
Winnipeg Jets Link
Erie Otters Link
NHL Link
NHL Coaches' Association
NHLPA
NWHL
PWHPA
USA Hockey Link

Coronavirus/COVID-19 News

The spread of Coronavirus (COVID-19) is affecting the hockey world. Feel free to discuss it here. If you want medical information about the disease, consult with your physician and/or relevant authorities.
This list is not exhaustive. Compiled by sandman730 and randompunkt. Want to help? Message the mods and we'll give you access.
Headline Source Thread
The NHL and NHLPA have agreed to open formal training camps on July 10. NHL PR Link
The NHL has announced that it will transition to Phase 2 of its Return To Play Plan effective Monday, June 8. NHL PR Link
NHL Announces More Details of Playoff Format for Return to Play Plan NHL Link
Hockey Canada lifts ban on sanctioned activities,... to work with health authorities on return-to-play decisions. Hockey Canada Link
NHL Commissioner Gary Bettman Announces The NHL's Plans For The 2020 Season Megathread
The 2020 Isobel Cup Final has been canceled. NWHL Link
The AHL has cancelled the remainder of the 2019-20 regular season and the Calder Cup Playoffs. AHL Link
KHL has cancelled the remainder of the 2019-20 season KHL Link
The CHL and regional leagues have cancelled our 2020 Playoffs and Memorial Cup. Canadian Hockey League Link
2020 IIHF Ice Hockey World Championship cancelled IIHF Link
USHL Cancels Remainder of Season Due to COVID-19 USHL Link
The SHL (and all other Swedish leagues) has been cancelled SHL Link
The 2019-20 ECHL Season has been cancelled. ECHL Link
Finnish Liiga season is over. No champion awarded. Liiga Link
No Champion in the National League Swiss Hockey News Link
NCAA cancels remaining winter and spring championships NCAA Link
Czech Extraliga playoffs postponed due to COVID-19 Hokej Link
German Hockey League DEL suspended because of Corona. No champion in 2020. DEL Link

Some useful resources

If you have specific feedback about these threads please message the mods. Bot is maintained by sandman730. Message him with any bugs.
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