#Beaver Stadium

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Welcome to Happy Valley!

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Pennsylvania, US

Fireworks explode before the White Out game between the Penn State Nittany Lions and the Iowa Hawkeyes at Beaver Stadium

Photograph: Scott Taetsch/Getty Images

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The Prospects by KT Hoffman

The pressure cooker of minor league baseball leads to major chemistry in this exhilarating, sexy, and triumphant rivals to lovers debut romance.

Hope is familiar territory for Gene Ionescu. He has always loved baseball, a sport made for underdogs and optimists like him. He also loves his team, the minor league Beaverton Beavers, and, for the most part, he loves the career he’s built. As the first openly trans player in professional baseball, Gene has nearly everything he’s ever let himself dream of—that is, until Luis Estrada, Gene’s former teammate and current rival, gets traded to the Beavers, destroying the careful equilibrium of Gene’s life.

Gene and Luis can’t manage a civil conversation off the field or a competent play on it, but in the close confines of dugout benches and roadie buses, they begrudgingly rediscover a comfortable rhythm. As the two grow closer, the tension between them turns electric, and their chemistry spills past the confines of the stadium. For every tight double play they execute, there’s also a glance at summer-tan shoulders or a secret shared, each one a breathless moment of possibility that ignites in Gene the visceral, terrifying kind of desire he’s never allowed himself. Soon, Gene has to reconcile the quiet, minor-league-sized life he used to find fulfilling with the major-league dreams Luis makes feel possible.

A joyful, heartfelt debut rom-com revealing what’s possible when we allow ourselves to want something enough to swing for the fences.

[sonicboomseason3]

sonic boom season 3 ep where eggman sells tails and knuckles to justin beaver's newly formed boy band and in order to get them back sonic has to infiltrate the upcoming battle of the bands competition as dudeitude. however given that 2 out of the 3 dudeitude members have been sold to the enemy he needs to find some replacements quick, and due to a contrived coincidence it turns out shadow learned how to play the bass after a certain incident with rouge and due to an even more contrived coincidence silver's just chilling in the present timeline and has been casually drumming since he was little

the three of them attempt to infiltrate the stadium where the competition is being held but the guy in the front almost doesn't let them in because uhhh pretty sure those 2 guys behind sonic aren't really members of dudeitude?? thankfully sonic manages to convince him that silver is actually knuckles after skipping out on several gym seshes and dyeing his body for a new look and that shadow is actually tails hitting puberty and going through an emo phase in his life. anyway they succeed in saving tails and knuckles but in a way that ultimately gets all 5 of them arrested, beginning with shadow introducing his bass to the boy band members' faces and ending with silver telekinetically throwing the entire dudemobile into the audience of 5,000 people (he was aiming for eggman)

[milo-the-angel-baby]

*Bob quietly opens the door to Milo's room and quietly walks over to Milo, watching him sleep...*

Aww...

*the room is much different from a usual room in the circus. stepping into the room, the first thing bob notices is that its HUGE. big enough that bob could comfortably fly several large laps around it and still not touch the walls or ceiling. large enough that it gives him the feeling that hes not in a bedroom, but some kind of ballroom or maybe even a stadium. the walls are all a soft, deep, dusty blue, and along the ceiling and the tops of the walls, there are spots painted to look like clouds. everything has either a ice blue, white, or soft gold tint to it. in the far corner of the room is where milo sleeps, curled up in a ball in an absolutely massive beanbag that makes him seem even smaller than he already is. theres hundreds, or maybe thousands, of stuffed animals around the room, all of them different kinds of animals. the stuffed animals closest to milo, either on the beanbag or in his arms, all seem to represent people bob knows. a small beaver, a little blue and white bird, a purple and blue butterfly. even a blue and pink axolotl lays on the very edge of the beanbag. milos halo spins lazily, something it seems to only do when hes sleeping, since it never does that when hes awake. hes breathing evenly, even smiling, as he sleeps.*

[haveyoureadthistransbook]

The Prospects by K.T. Hofman

goodreads

Hope is familiar territory for Gene Ionescu. He has always loved baseball, a sport made for underdogs and optimists like him. He also loves his team, the minor league Beaverton Beavers, and, for the most part, he loves the career he’s built. As the first openly trans player in professional baseball, Gene has nearly everything he’s ever let himself dream of—that is, until Luis Estrada, Gene’s former teammate and current rival, gets traded to the Beavers, destroying the careful equilibrium of Gene’s life. Gene and Luis can’t manage a civil conversation off the field or a competent play on it, but in the close confines of dugout benches and roadie buses, they begrudgingly rediscover a comfortable rhythm. As the two grow closer, the tension between them turns electric, and their chemistry spills past the confines of the stadium. For every tight double play they execute, there’s also a glance at summer-tan shoulders or a secret shared, each one a breathless moment of possibility that ignites in Gene the visceral, terrifying kind of desire he’s never allowed himself. Soon, Gene has to reconcile the quiet, minor-league-sized life he used to find fulfilling with the major-league dreams Luis makes feel possible.

Mod opinion: I haven't heard of this book before, but if you like sports romance this sounds interesting!

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Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb:

“A queer sports romance and a triumphant debut . . . a heartstring-pulling tale of two minor-league baseball rivals who realize they play much better together.”—Elle, The Best (and Most Anticipated) Romance Books of 2024, So Far

“I completely adored it.” —Casey McQuiston, author of Red, White & Royal Blue Minor leagues. Major chemistry.

Hope is familiar territory for Gene Ionescu. He has always loved baseball, a sport made for underdogs and optimists like him. He also loves his team, the minor league Beaverton Beavers, and, for the most part, he loves the career he’s built. As the first openly trans player in professional baseball, Gene has nearly everything he’s ever let himself dream of—that is, until Luis Estrada, Gene’s former teammate and current rival, gets traded to the Beavers, destroying the careful equilibrium of Gene’s life.

Gene and Luis can’t manage a civil conversation off the field or a competent play on it, but in the close confines of dugout benches and roadie buses, they begrudgingly rediscover a comfortable rhythm. As the two grow closer, the tension between them turns electric, and their chemistry spills past the confines of the stadium. For every tight double play they execute, there’s also a glance at summer-tan shoulders or a secret shared, each one a breathless moment of possibility that ignites in Gene the visceral, terrifying kind of desire he’s never allowed himself. Soon, Gene has to reconcile the quiet, minor-league-sized life he used to find fulfilling with the major-league dreams Luis inspires.

This triumphant debut romance reveals what’s possible when we allow ourselves to want something enough to swing for the fences.

Review:

When two rival sports players end up on the same team old feelings emerge as well as new ones... and maybe they have a shot of romance together. Gene Ionescu loves baseball and hopes his career shoots up. As the first openly rans player in professional baseball, Gene almost has everything he could ever dream of... until Luis Estrada gets traded into his team and completely upending Gene's plans. Gene and Luis can't even manage to habe a civil conversation on or off the fuild but have to find a way to work together if they want to succeed. When they are forced to become roommates, they have to face their past together as well as get to know each other in order to play together. Gene has never allowed himself to want something or someone yet the more time he spends with Luis the more he finds that he wants Luis like he's never wanted anything else. Can these two play together on the same team while possibly dating?? Or will it be a hit and a miss for them? This was such a sweet and cute read. I loved how the relationship between Gene and Luis grew and how supportive and kind they were to each other. This overall book was just a cozy cute read and I adored it. I had so much fun reading it and the sweetness was perfect. I would absolutely recommend this book!

*Thanks Netgalley and Random House Publishing Group - Random House, Dial Press Trade Paperback for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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Appalachian State (Beaver Field) Jim & Bettie Smith Stadium 🏟️

[tenebrius-excellium]

You guys I spent too much time randomly browsing Instagram yesterday and ended up having the coolest dream EVER.

It was Percy Jackson (2023) x Live action Httyd (2025). And it was freaking GOOD.

Listen listen listen - think a large, fantastical Roman/Greek city bustling with life. At its edge, picture Httyd2's dragon racing setup mixed with a huge, beautiful colosseum-like war arena. The design is a harmless, fictional movie aesthetic but it's BIG FUN. There are lots of colorful flags and banners, lots of ropes and nets hanging everywhere, and the atmosphere is roaring and excited like a stadium at the world cup. Behind the walls of the arena, what's meant to be the Mediterranean but absolutely looks like a dreamy tropical sea, stretches endlessly into the horizon.

Walker Scobell is young Hiccup, Leah Jeffries is young Astrid. The teens have always been good friends. Now they're late to the dragon training festival and are hurrying there to make it. They know they have to fight each other first and then the captive dragons of the city to determine who will get to slay which dragon at the end. The final face-off is supposed to be a sort of meet-your-match arrangement, an almost sacred encounter between each human and the dragon that challenges them best. A fierce bond of mutual respect and hatred is supposed to develop between the human and their special dragon, locking them in an equal and deeply personal match of life and death in the final round. Only one can ever make it out alive. It's meant to earn them their place in society. If the teen wins, they are showered with the honor and glory and the rights of a warrior, if the dragon wins, its ability to survive is just as respected and it gets released back into the wild.

The pre-show has Alexandra Daddario looking like older Httyd2 Astrid, while her name remains Annabeth, absolutely toying with multiple dragons. She is the city's famous dragon warrior champion fighting simultaneously against one or two Hideous Zipplebacks, a Monstrous Nightmare, and several water dragons. She bests them all. Maybe she's younger Astrid's older sister. Young Astrid aspires to be like her. At one time, Httyd2 Astrid-Annabeth puts out a Nightmare's fire with her dripping wet, gorgeous long, blonde hair. Doesn't even hesitate. The crowd goes bananas. (This looked so cool in my dream - like she was mopping up fire with her hair. Since it was soaking wet from the water, that somehow didn't do any damage lol. Dream logic, bwahaha)

Now, all the dragons in their cages look like massive beasts, a mix of bears, beavers, walruses and really bad dragon CGI from the 90s. Except the Monstrous Nightmare which looks normal, which is no surprise if you know me of course. Toothless is held captive there too. He's an old dragon whose shape looks more like a manta ray in this non-animated version of events.

He and Hiccup have already singled out each other to face in final combat. Yet already there's also kindness connecting them. The old dragon and the young child have too much mercy for each other's fate to give hatred and ferocity and the bit much effort. So when it's Hiccup's turn to enter the ring...and Toothless is already waiting for him there... Hiccup chooses to enter the arena from a jumping plank above. Why? Because he can also "accidentally", conveniently open the dragon release hatch from there. He does it, Toothless shoots out from under him - and Hiccup JUMPS, perfectly landing on his back, the audience gasps, and - Hiccup and Toothless fly out of the arena together and soar over the endless, turquoise, tropical summer sea. Until they cannot be seen from afar anymore.

Toothless is so old he can't fly for long, and he sets Hiccup down in some shallows of these warm, beautiful, tropical ocean waters. He then introduces Hiccup to young Toothless, who is actually his grandson, and asks him to protect him. Hiccup promises to do so. Old Toothless goes away to die peacefully, and young Toothless and Hiccup become the best buds we all know and love.

Cue Walker-Scobell-Hiccup and young Toothless bringing peace and friendship to Greek-Roman-Colosseum Berk with young Leah-Jeffries-Astrid's help. Behind Httyd2-Astrid-Annabeth's back, naturally, because she is the one who doesn't approve it out of tradition and because it might threaten her status as the beloved hero of the city. Love it. Lol. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it??????

Idk I really loved this story concept!!!

If you made it all the way down here, thanks for reading!

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Jason Crabb Set to Join Voices With Jay Demarcus and Jason Scheff to Perform National Anthem Sunday, August 6th

Jay Demarcus, Jason Crabb and Jason Scheff. Media image.

Jason Crabb is set to join voices with Jay DeMarcus and Jason Scheff to sing the National Anthem for “The Big Machine Music City Grand Prix NTT INDYCAR Series” race on Sunday, August 6th with a start time of 11:30am CST.  

Jason, Jay and Jason will perform the National Anthem LIVE at 11:11am CST prior to the race. The National Anthem and race will be broadcast on NBC.

One of Gospel and Christian music's most iconic voices, Kentucky-born Jason Crabb has been honored with two GRAMMY® Awards and 22 GMA Dove Awards, the latter including nods for Artist, Male Vocalist, and Song of the Year. He is the youngest member inducted into the Kentucky Music Hall of Fame, and his hometown of Beaver Dam, Kentucky has paid tribute with a street in his name.

Since his first solo release in 2009, he has performed on many of the world's most prestigious stages such as Carnegie Hall, the Grand Ole Opry, the Brooklyn Tabernacle, and Billy Graham's final crusade. Crabb's electrifying stage presence, powerhouse vocals and magnetic personality have endeared him to millions across the world through extensive personal appearances, media coverage, and social media including over 20 million views on YouTube.

Following a wildly successful music career as the bassist, pianist, harmony vocalist, songwriter and producer of superstar vocal group Rascal Flatts, Jay DeMarcus brought his unparalleled experience to the industry, launching his rising record label, Red Street Records in 2018. After 17 #1 hits, over 33m albums sold and more than 40 trophies earned from the ACA, ACM, AMA, CMA, People's Choice and more, the GRAMMY-winning producer has opened the door for Christian and County acts alike to thrive under his expertise.

DeMarcus has worked with such acts as the legendary band Chicago, Ronnie Dunn, Kix Brooks, Shenandoah and Reba. He was also honored in 2020 for his work producing Jason Crabb's album Unexpected which was named "Best Roots Gospel Album” by The Recording Academy.

Singer, songwriter and bassist Jason Scheff is most known as the bassist and lead vocalist for the band Chicago, one of the longest-running and best-selling music groups of all time, for over 30 years. After leaving Chicago in 2016, Scheff participated as a judge for American Super Group and has now joined Jay DeMarcus in the group Generation Radio.

Sunday's activities will also include the popular Stadium SUPER Trucks, GT America, the GR Cup on track, and a post-race concert with fan favorite Tim Dugger immediately after the INDYCAR race.

The Big Machine Music City Grand Prix, an action-packed three-day motorsports festival weekend, features the NTT INDYCAR SERIES, along with INDY NXT, GT America, GR Cup, the Big Machine Spiked Cooler Trans Am TA2 Series, and Stadium SUPER Trucks along with some of the biggest names in entertainment. 

Tickets are still available for Sunday at www.musiccitygp.com/tickets, by calling (615) 270-8705 or via email at tickets@musiccitygp.com.

Tickets for the Big Machine Music City Grand Prix are digital, and all fans must adhere to the Nissan Stadium rules and regulations, including the clear bag policy.  For a complete list of FAQs on ticketing and race weekend policies, please visit www.musiccitygp.com.

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transcript of sufjan steven's writing at the back of the michigan vinyl (transcribed by u/cynicalis):

Welcome to Michigan! The waterways and waterfalls! Soo locks, state parks and Walloon Lake. The apple farms and cherry blossoms and two striking peninsulas bordering four Great Lakes! The sandy shore-lines, the spring-fed rivers, the Mackinac Bridge! Blissfest! Henry Ford! Tulip Time! Motown music! Bring a set of clubs, try your swing at Harbour Point. Wear the tan pants with pockets on the hips. Carry the things in them that matter most: the paper matchbook from Petoskey, your sister's postcards from Marquette, a turkey feather, a rabbit's foot. Sip lemonade and listen for the biplanes overhead making figure eights in the sky. Carry a canoe around St. Mary's Rapid, like the Ojibway. Overhead, sixteen geese cast their shadow V over the straits of Mackinac. There is the smell of leaves burning, wood stoves, cigar smoke and compost.

The people are generous, warm, outgoing, helpful, industrious, always willing to lend a hand. They give clear directions to the interstate. Have you been to Frankenmuth? Christmas in July? The Renaissance Festival? The Renaissance Center? Have you harvested baby's breath in abandoned lots? Have you been on a three-wheeler, a snowmobile, a ferry to Beaver Island? There are rainbow trout and catfish, beaver dams, curious raccoons, and mourning doves moaning overhead, balanced on power lines.

Follow 1-75 downstate to Detroit. Listen for the lonely echo in Tiger Stadium, traffic on Grand River Avenue, the empty aisles of Hudson's, long abandoned. Look around and spend the day in mourning. Oh Detroit, you complicated old man, nearly dead, with your shoulders arched over the river, polluted and gray, the threads of your shirt worn down with disease and car exhaust. You have grown thin with industry, car factories, riots, raids, transportation nightmares. You have eaten Coney dogs with relish and onion. You have built magnificent buildings only to burn them. Your children's children have squandered their dowry. They strut on the streets. They throw trash in the trees and hang their laundry on ropes fit for hanging.

Oh Detroit, what have you done to man, his wife and kids, his cousins, his music, his hairstyles, his shoes with white tips, his pleated pants, his elbow slung out the car window, his basketball courts, his officers downtown, his nightclubs, his shirtsleeve tucked over a pack of cigarettes, his imagination, his industry, his sense of humor, his home? Oh Detroit, what have you done to city hall, the public trains, the workers' union, the Eastern Market, Boblo Island, the Ambassador Bridge? Where have you put your riches, where have you hid your treasure? Your concrete over-passes, your avenues as wide as rivers, your suburbs bloated with brick homes and strip malls and discount liquor stores and resale shops. When you are dead and gone, who will care for your children's children. They have run wild with the bastard boys around the streets, reckless car rides downtown, rigorous dancing, drug taking, knife-stabbing, pillow-stuffing, tail wagging restlessness. They have been drunk with this for years. They have been out of their minds. They have been left with nothing.

Even still, here and now, there is a renaissance of hope. The streets will take up horns and play free jazz, the buses will clang their bells in time, the buildings once burned out will be home to the homeless. Living rooms will be filled with furniture. Broken families will reconcile. Women will be honored with lilac wreaths. Men will begin to lower their voices. Children will fill playgrounds and parks with the sounds of their playing.

Who can call us father, or who can call us son? If we have regarded ourselves abandoned by whatever thing (a person, a lover, a parent, a false prophet, ourselves), then we have lost touch with the great family, ourselves, all of us together, in this great place called Michigan. Who is your neighbor? He is your brother. Who is that stranger? She is your mother. The man downstairs hammering on the wall, the woman blow-drying her hair in the bathroom-these people are your family. Have you lost your mother to death? Have you lost your father to disease, to war, alcohol, drugs, a car accident? Nothing can replace them. They have been made known completely in death, to whatever supernatural landscape (who can say for sure?). Until then, it is our hard task to welcome the widows, the children, the orphans, the fatherless into our family. What little effort it takes -- a friendly nod at the stranger on the street, giving change to the man who asks, saying hello or goodbye, opening doors, keeping our mouths shut. In the small things, the day-to-day gestures, the normal business of the day, we do the great work of the kingdom, which is to welcome each unlikely individual into the fold, one person at a time.

We do these things, not because we are Michiganders, but because we have been called to participate in the world’s creation from the very beginning. Making music. Baking cakes. Sewing curtains. These things mean something greater: that we have been known from the very start. Our eye color, our hairline, our jawline, the shape of our big toe, the tone of our voice. These things have been designed from the very beginning. What kind of music we listen to. The sort of skirt that looks good. The baseball cap, the tennis shoe, the orange bandana. We have been made to find these things for ourselves and take them in as ours, like adopted children: habits, hobbies, idiosyncrasies, gestures, moods, tastes, tendencies, worries. They have been put in us for good measure.

Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.

[anygivengameday]

30th SRS Distribution Las Vegas Bowl

#17 Oregon State Beavers vs Florida Gators

Saturday, December 17, 2022

Allegiant Stadium, Paradise, NV

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Seth Gwynn wrapped up his torrid series going 2-for-3 with his third home run.

BEARS SWEEP #5 BEAVERS

Cal Scores Pair In 7th Frame Of Comeback Win

BERKELEY – The California baseball team completed the sweep over No. 5 Oregon State, winning 4-3 in the final game. The Golden Bears got another clutch performance from Seth Gwynn who drove in three, including a 2-run home run in the fourth.   Cal (24-14, 11-10 Pac-12) picks up its first sweep over a top-5 team since the Bears swept the Beavers in March 2016. Cal has swept its third Pac-12 series in 2024 – the most since the Bears swept Washington State, Arizona State, and USC in 2017. Late-inning heroics were once again on display as the Bears earned their ninth comeback win of the season.   For the first time all series, Oregon State (30-9, 10-7 Pac-12) scored the contest's opening run. The Beavers took the early lead in the top of the fourth on a solo home run from Dallas Macias, the first of two home runs for Macias on the day.   Cal starter Tom Mayer flirted with trouble most of the afternoon but did not allow the Beavers to break through. Mayer struck out a career-high eight batters in four innings of work. The home run to Macias was the lone blemish in his four innings of work. The Beavers were 0-for-4 with runners in scoring position on Sunday, and just 2-for-11 with runners on base.   Strikeouts played a key role for Cal. The Bears finished the day with a season-high 16 strikeouts, eight each from Mayer and reliever Trey Newmann (2-4). Newmann entered the game in the top of the fifth and went the final five innings, allowing just one hit – a 2-run home run to Macias in the sixth, and a walk.

After the home run to Macias, Newmann went into lockdown mode, only allowing one base runner to reach over the final 3.1 innings – during that stretch he struck out six, including the side in the ninth to end the game.   Offensively, the Bears got just enough run support. Gwynn belted a 2-run home run in the third to give the Bears a 2-1 lead – his third of the series and sixth of the year. In the seventh, Cal completed the comeback thanks to an RBI double from Peyton Schulze that scored Caleb Lomavita. Gwynn recorded the game-winning RBI drawing a bases-loaded walk.   Gwynn finished the day 2-for-3 with a run scored and three RBIs. Lomavita went 2-for-4 with a run scored and Jarren Advincula went 2-for-3.   Since beating Stanford in their home opener, the Bears have built a solid 16-6 record in the friendly confines of Stu Gordon Stadium, which is the best home record in the conference. With the sweep, Cal has also passed Stanford in the standings, moving up from 8th to 6th. The Golden Bears will meet the Cardinal this weekend at Sunken Diamond for a three-game series.

[saturn520]

I have come and gone from this place more than the average person my age. Here for the week, studying, attending classes and hanging out with friends. Away for the weekend, two hours south, working and wasting away. It is a vicious cycle. When I’m here, I never want to leave, and when I’m away, I can’t wait to come back.

I have walked the campus paths hundreds of times. I have been soaked by the Oregon rain more times than I can count. I have spent many sleepless nights typing away on my computer, covered in stickers from all my favorite shows and bands, doing homework that will not matter in a week. This is only my second year. All the things I have done here will be done over a hundred times more and then a hundred times over again.

A drive to campus that feels so long, down a road with cars and trucks that have people in them that have their own lives and problems and friends. So many lives that I will never live. As I drive along besides bare fields and the occasional city to a destination that I will only inhabit temporarily. None of this is mine, it will be gone in less than a year's time. Yet I continue the treacherous journey back to this place because it feels more like home than my four walls and roof back south ever will. A life gladly left behind after a tiny graduation in a tiny town with people I have known my entire life and do not care to know for much longer. A place where I was locked in a box for eighteen years and did not know freedom until I got here.

One year ago I walked into a gross, creaky old building with white walls and sticky floors. Not an ideal home but at least it was temporarily mine. On the highest floor and at the end of the long hall was my tiny dorm where I would soon meet my best friends. As my parents drove away and I was left alone to fend for myself for the first time in my life, I smiled. This was the real beginning of my life. That night I opened up to my brand new roommate more than I ever had to my parents. I finally became Saturn.

The next day we left our door open wide and people from every dorm in our hall stopped by to say hello. By noon I had made five new friends and we went to lunch. Laughs were shared and new bonds were formed.

A football game took place that night. I went with a group of people I had met during the last 24 hours and little did I know they would be the ones by my side for the next two years and more to come. It was the first time I had heard the cheering of Beaver Nation. The screams echoed through the stadium. Footsteps could be heard coming from every which way. Streamers shot up in the air as I witnessed my first OSU win.

A year and a half and 3 major changes later, here I still am. Roommates with the same people I went to that first football game with and finally happy in life.

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Jason Kelce slams fan’s phone on ground, exchanges homophobic slur after insult about Travis dating Taylor Swift

Jason Kelce slammed a Penn State football fan’s phone on the ground after taunts and a homophobic slur were said toward him on Saturday ahead of the Nittany Lions’ matchup against Ohio State at Beaver Stadium. While walking behind Jason, a fan can be heard saying: “Kelce, how does it feel that your brother is a fa— for dating Taylor Swift?” After appearing to hear the question, Jason turned…