#State Farm Stadium

[saywhat-politics]

[surprisesongoclock]

Taylor Swift performs "mirrorball" at State Farm Stadium in Glendale, Arizona on March 17, 2023.

[taylorsmygirl13]

One year since opening night of the Eras tour🫶🏼 I don’t think any of us ever thought this would turn into what it is now lol. It’s crazy when you let someone have an influence over your life from such a young age, how it can stem into something so rare and beautiful that the rest of the world has to experience it too. Seeing the opening night of a Taylor tour was something I dreamed about since I was a child and I still can’t believe I did it. It just feels extra surreal that out of all of them, it was eras. Taylor as a human being and artist has done more for me than I would ever be able to express in words. I feel a love for her and connection to her that I hope everyone gets to experience at one point in their life. The kind of magic, light, and love that she helped billions of people experience on this tour is something the world is no longer taking for granted. She makes life so exciting for me, like I want to live it even when it’s so hard. A year ago today I was at a job I absolutely hated that tore me down every single day I went to work. My mom just got diagnosed with cancer, and I was struggling on how to deal with the fact that I was basically forced out of my childhood home. There was so much going on that I felt like I was drowning. I was so lost and sad and every day felt like a burden I could barely handle. This girl really threw me a lifeline in a time when I needed it most, and she’s been doing that for me since I was so tiny, literally the age that my students are now. In reality, I pulled myself out of that dark place, but it helped to have someone familiar, hardworking, and genuine that I could see myself in. She’s taught me never to apologize for being emotional and expressing it, and that sometimes it can be your greatest strength. In a world where people are hard and two faced and often afraid to channel emotions, she’s always been the opposite of that. I’m not embarrassed (never have been lol) to say that I’m grateful to live in a world where Taylor Swift exists at the same time as I do. And I’ve always been grateful to have a strong female to look up to, while becoming one myself. I love you forever and always, to the moon and to Saturn 🪐. @taylorswift @fianllyclean

[swiftdupes]

taylor performs live onstage at state farm stadium

glendale, arizona // march 17, 2023

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[mickandmusings]

something in the orange

pairing: jake seresin x f! southern! reader

word count: 1.2k

summary: when jake is back home in texas for football season, he tries to spend as much time as possible under stadium lights enjoying his season tickets. his girl, a loyal fan of her own state's team, begrudgingly trades in her own home colors for his gaudy orange.

warnings: fluff, simply just flirty hangman, reader is referred to as 'honey' by everyone, little knowledge of the university of texas at austin (born and raised in mississippi, msu fan by proximity, lsu fan through my dad, i'm just a sec baby) purely self indulgent for me, i'm obsessed with southern boy jake, author has limited knowledge on football

based on this request from the always lovely @fraaaaankiiiiieee i'm so in love with all of your ideas <3

**please note: since this is an extended series the love interest is referred to as 'honey' just because Y/N didn't seem right.**

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Honey was used to this routine after all these years of being married to Jake Seresin. Monday through Friday were for the Navy, while he was on a mission at least, or for working on the farm when he was home. Most Sundays were reserved for the Cowboys, but Saturdays, oh Saturdays, were reserved for the UT Longhorns. Game Day Saturdays were proper nouns among the Seresin's, which Honey had adopted as soon as she took his last name. She didn't mind it much, truthfully, she was passionate about her own home state's teams, almost equally as excitable as Jake.

More often than not his missions took him far from their home in Texas, which didn't allow him to enjoy the full extent of his season passes. It was rare for Jake to be home long enough to swing into Austin to watch a game, so most of the time the couple opted to enjoy it from the comfort of their living room couch. Jake would sling his arm around her, pulling her around by the waist, making comments about this year's lineup, which players would be starting, simply making small talk about the game. As the game progressed, however, he'd coach from the couch, sitting on the edge of the cushion, hands folded as his green eyes watched the players in either pure elation or complete disdain. His well-worn orange Longhorns cap would sit backwards atop his blonde locks, stationary, until he got frustrated, then the cap would come off for him to run his hands through his hair. It was one he'd owned since high school, well-loved, partially sun-bleached, and the fabric was starting to fray around the bill. His Grandpa Seresin had given it to him after he'd joined the high school football team, and he'd worn it ever since. It was his favorite, and he wore it with pride. After football season, the cap lived on the dash of his truck. He'd sometimes throw it on if he was running errands on a particularly sunny day, or if he was in a dire need to cover his windswept hair, but it seemed more often than not that the hat had become part of his otherwise spotless truck.

Today, however, Jake was finally home for the first time in several months, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be than under stadium lights on a beautiful, albeit warm, Texas afternoon. He was sitting in the living room of his and Honey's farmhouse, already dressed in his burnt orange polo with the little white longhorn on the corner, his aviators hanging loosely from the one button he had fastened at the top. He had been ready for nearly half an hour, and had made his home on the couch as he waited for Honey to finish getting ready. Jake was scrolling mindlessly through his phone when his wife's voice sounded from their upstairs bedroom.

"Jake?!"

His eyes looked up, laying his phone face down on his chest as he shouted back so she could hear.

"Ma'am?!"

He received no response, but her footsteps were heavy as she stomped down the stairs, one of Jake's many orange UT shirts tied on her torso, a little oversized. Denim shorts covered her legs to mid-thigh, a comfortable pair of shoes on her feet. Jake stands as she enters the room, as he always does, noting the unamused expression written across her face.

"What's the matter, baby?" His calloused hands reach to rest on each side of her hips.

"I look ridiculous, Jake," her voice is deadpan and serious. Jake's green eyes scan her frame, a sly smirk forming on his face.

"Nothin' wrong with what you got on. In fact, I think you look smokin'." He pulled her closer by her hips. Honey rolled her eyes, smiling up at her husband despite his cheesy flirtations. He leans down to kiss her, only taking a few seconds to deepen it before she's pushing him away from her lightly.

"Don't start that, Seresin," she bats her eyelashes. "Or we'll never make it out of here, and I'm not wearing this gaudy orange for shits and giggles."

"I don't know, darlin', orange might be your color."

She scoffs at her husband's statement and she grabs her bag as Jake ushers her out the door. She stands in front of his truck, already knowing Jake's insistence of opening her door. As he finishes locking the door Honey speaks.

"I look much, much better in maroon."

Jake knew his wife was right. As much as he loved her in his burnt orange, there was something about her in her home colors, sitting in the blistering southern heat as she cheered on her beloved bulldogs. He'd pay attention to he game, but never as much as he paid attention to her. His heart would nearly beat out of his chest as he watched her standing in front of him in the stands to get a better view, the anticipation in her eyes as the players lined up for the next play. He'd laugh as she jumped up and down for touchdowns and field goals, loving it most when she gave him a celebratory kiss.

Jake rolls his eyes, opening her truck door, nudging his head to motion her to get in, closing the door behind her before moving around to his side. He slides in and starts the truck, his usual country music station sounding through his speakers. He backs out and heads down their long driveway. Honey looks out the window, surveying the acres and acres of farmland, noting the livestock grazing and the scenic landscape. Once out of the country and onto big city roadways, her focus turns to her husband in the driver's seat.

Jake is leaned back in the seat, his aviators now perched on his nose. His left hand drums against the steering wheel to the song playing, his gold wedding band shining in the sunlight. His right sits on her thigh, his thumb drumming on her skin. His golden hair and tanned skin gleam in the Texas sun. She smiles, his time stationed in California had done him well.

"You're starin' sweetheart," his southern drawl is thick, completely prominant from his time back home.

"Can I not stare at my husband?! I didn't realize it was a sin."

"It's not, look all you want, baby, but the sight of you in my shirt sure is making me want to sin."

He turns his attention from the windshield of the truck to his wife for a split second, his green eyes staring her down over the tops of his aviators.

"You're stunnin', but I think I know what the outfit's missin',"

Honey's eyebrows raised at her husband, her own eyes cutting at his frame, his eyes now staring back ahead at the roads getting busier with traffic.

"Missin'? Didn't realize my outfit needed more. It's a football game, baby." Her voice is laced with humor as she speaks.

Jake's arm reaches towards the dash, his calloused hands grabbing the infamous orange hat, and tossing it backwards onto her head.

"Perfect!"

Y/N shakes her head at her husband's actions, straightening it so the longhorn emblem is facing the front, adjusting the strap in the back to fit her head. She rolls her eyes as she looks at her reflection in the small visor mirror, Jake's hand returning to her thigh. As he turns to look at her in his cap, Jake's grin is wide on his face, the kind of shit-eating grin only a man completely in love would have.

"No matter if the boys win or lose, baby, I'm still taking home the best looking trophy tonight."

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

i think i've decided it's a good omen

funny that we'll be playing in state farm stadium tonight

[mimi-0007]

Jack Trice: Jack Trice Stadium

African American players were often forced to endure unusually rough play. One of the best known examples of this, Jack Trice, was the first African American to play football at Iowa State University (then Iowa State College). Trice joined the team in 1923. Iowa State’s first three opponents that year refused to play the game if Trice was on the field and so he sat out these games. Trice’s first game was against the University of Minnesota and he died as a result of injuries sustained in that game. The stadium at Iowa State was named in Trice’s honor in 1997, 74 years after his death.

Trice was born in Hiram, Ohio in 1902, the son of a former slave and Buffalo Soldier, Green Trice. As a child, Trice was active in sports and demonstrated outstanding athletic skills. In 1918, Trice’s mother sent him to Cleveland, Ohio to live with an uncle. Trice attended East Technical High School where he played football. In 1922, Trice followed five of his teammates, as well as his former high school coach, Sam Willaman, to Iowa State College in Ames, Iowa.

While attending Iowa State, Trice participated in track and football (primarily as a tackle). He majored in animal husbandry, with the desire to go to the South after graduation, and use his knowledge to help African-American farmers. His dream job was to eventually teach Southern black farmers about modern farming. In the summer after his freshman year at the age of 20, Trice married Cora Mae Starland, who was only 15. They both found jobs in order to support themselves through school. Trice also was a member of Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity, and initiated through the Alpha Nu chapter (Drake & Iowa State University).

On October 5, 1923, the night before his second college football game, Trice wrote the following in a letter on stationery at a racially segregated hotel in Minneapolis/St. Paul (the letter was later found in Trice's suit just before his funeral): Trice died due to injuries suffered during a college football game against the University of Minnesota on October 6, 1923.

(Letter)

"My thoughts just before the first real college game of my life: The honor of my race, family & self is at stake. Everyone is expecting me to do big things. I will. My whole body and soul are to be thrown recklessly about the field tomorrow. Every time the ball is snapped, I will be trying to do more than my part. On all defensive plays I must break through the opponents' line and stop the play in their territory. Beware of mass interference. Fight low, with your eyes open and toward the play. Watch out for crossbucks and reverse end runs. Be on your toes every minute if you expect to make good. Jack "

Jack Trice in Iowa State uniform in 1923 ~Courtesy of Special Collections at Iowa State University

[obitez]

Home Run

For @bucktommywinterfest

Round 8: Sports AU

Rating: G | Word Count: 2.880

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: AU - Baseball, No firefighting, Fluff

Full fic on AO3!

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Tommy pulled his old pickup truck into a spot in the employee section of the Ripken stadium parking lot. Through the windshield, right by the door, he could spot Chimney standing there, waiting for him. 

“Tommy!” the man called out to him as he got out of the truck. Chimney had a huge smile on his face. “It’s been forever man!” 

“Howie,” Tommy smiled as he greeted the other man. They had known each other for a long while, back into Tommy’s college days.  

“How long has it been since we worked on the same team?” Chimney asked. 

Tommy hummed. “Last time I checked, probably college.” 

Chimney laughed. “Well, how about I show you around.” 

“Sure thing.” 

It wasn’t a large stadium, barely larger than the college stadium he had coached at the year before (other than the parking lot, the parking lot was a lot larger). Chimney showed him a couple offices, and the locker rooms, then took him down to the field. 

“And here’s batting practice,” Chimney said, motioning with his arm at the players on the field. 

They stood from the sidelines, watching the batting practice that was taking place. Buckley was batting. He had a good swing, great form, good follow through, and great power - if only he wasn’t missing so many pitches.

“Who’s that?” Tommy asked as Chimney came to stand next to him. 

“The guy batting?” Chimney added. Tommy nodded. “That’s Evan Buckley, signed right out of high school last year.  He’s not too bad. If you ask me, he’s one of Bobby’s favorites.” 

“Bobby’s favorites?” Tommy asked. 

“I know you’ve worked with him before,” Chimney said as he nudged him in the side. “You know as well as I do that Bobby picks favorites. You were one of his as well.” 

Yeah, Tommy remembered. He had first met Bobby when he was playing at North Carolina State and Bobby was the General Manager there. Bobby had taken a large liking to him back then, and it was something that Tommy hadn’t missed. Now, over ten years later, Bobby was the General Manager of the Ironbirds, one of the Orioles farm teams. When he had heard that Tommy had been let go as one of the coaches of UCLA’s baseball team at the end of the college season, he had been quick to reach out and offer Tommy a job. 

Tommy had no other offers at the time, so he took Bobby up on it. 

“So what position does he play?” Tommy asked, looking back at the man still at the plate. 

“He rotates between outfield and first base.” 

“And what are his stats like?” 

“Not too bad,” Chimney said. “Second year on the team. As of last weekend, he hit his fourteenth home run. Batting average over 300, 50 hits, 26 RBIs.”

None of those were really bad for the start of July.

“What are the chances of him being brought up?” Tommy asked.

Chimney hummed as he thought over the conversation he had with Bobby a couple days ago. “Pretty high,” he said. “It probably won’t happen until next season with the ways things are playing out.” Tommy nodded. He understood how that all worked. 

“So then how about I introduce them to our new batting coach,” Chimney said as he knocked Tommy on the shoulder. 

“What?!” Tommy asked. “Before we even talk to Bobby?” 

“Oh come on, you should know you have the job already!” Chimney said. 

[splash-brothers]

Sabrina Ionescu and Steph Curry after their 3-point challenge during the State Farm All-Star Saturday Night at Lucas Oil Stadium on February 17, 2024 in Indianapolis, Indiana.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love Lore: Hellmares

Among the denizens of Hell’s native demon population, there are often found to be enough breeds to warrant being classed as their own species much like with succubi & incubi, hellhounds and imps. Such is the case with Hellborn Equines, who are plenty distinct and different enough from the more feral, primal demonic hellhorses seen in locations like Wrath. Aside from obvious qualities like the fact they ca walk on two legs and speak of course, to say nothing of the obvious differential comparisons with centaurs of course. In particular with this demon breed, the Hellmares are often considered highly valued and popular for their natural good looks, which make them very popular for beauty pageants and contests, often thriving as fashion models and of course porn stars.

But many Hellmares are considered quite a commodity in the 7 circles of course for their gifted set of legs, which posses not only great strength (making them very effective in heavy manual labour and farm work, but are also said to have kicks so intense that they can cause severe brain damage or death to anyone foolish to provoke these gals) but especially their speed. Indeed much like ho in the living world, horse racing is considered the sport of kings, Hellmares have found themselves thriving in the infernal depths as professional race track stars. Stadiums are often filled to capacity in locations such as Wrath and Lust with betting booths seeing money change hands as crowds roar and cheer on their favoured racer to glory and victory. Compared to those in hell, demon and sinner alike, Hellmares live a very lucrative lifestyle that can afford them luxury and comfor which they can enjoy thanks to their effort and hard work.

Naturally such racing and pageant queens have owners and handlers to oversee and tend to their needs to ensure and maintain their quality and wellbeing, ranging from well off enough blue collars like Wrath farmers and some of Hell’s blue blood class such as the Ars Goetia. But of course even with the age rate in Hell and the lifespan of the average demon and sinner, no mare can ever manage to outrun Father Time so this has often lead to their managers arranging for their gals to open sure a future generation of champions by passing on their genes. Mainly by arranging them to bred by a high quality stallion but there has been found to be an issue in that regard….Hellmares hate the male of their species. Like they can’t stand them at all.

This is mainly due to several notable factors, chief among them being evolution and genetics as over time, Hell Stallions have all been prone into being all alike in terms of personality. That is to say arrogant douche bag frat boy jock dude bros that would make Johnny Bravo think they got a problem, wanna be Casanova quagmires who think they’re God’s gift to women just because they have big dicks. This obnoxious behaviour as well as the fact that population size ratio of mares to stallions is 6 to 4 at the least, 7 to 3 at the most, makes it an issue when arranging breeding sessions.

This is what has lead to hellmare owners arranging matters to ensure the studs can be enabled for breeding with a practice plenty common in the living world when it comes to horse owners. Utilising a teaser to coax the mares into estrus as its found that certain types of demon males that are visually easy in the eyes in terms of attractiveness and overall personality prove to be very effective in arousing the mares to such a state that in theory, the stallions will be better able to mount snd do the deed. In practice however, it’s said to be that Hellmares in recent times have been more prone and partial to hooking up with their teasers instead, opting to knockout the stallions and trick them into thinking they did a job well done, thus sparing their fragile egos.

Now when it comes to teasers of course, as mentioned Hellmares seem to like partners who are visually appealing and pleasant in personality, the rare sort of diamonds in the rough in a place like Hell, where being a chaotically evil and overall generally shitty person tends to be a default personality setting. But not too far and between as many think, ranging rom easy candidates like incubi and the odd succubi for mares who often swing that way, both if the mare is really looking to teased, hellhounds and of course Imps. For being the bottom rung of society in Hell, some imps are found to meet and tick off all the checkbox requirements in what Hellmare looks for in a teaser. The sweeter and cuter the imp, the more likely a Hellmare will go into heat, most rumours sound and credit the recent trend in Hellmare/Teaser relation especially with imps to one by the name of Moxxie, who’s been found to be quite in demand for his services as a teaser and with good reason mind you.

Naturally thanks to the more superior lovemaking skills of their teasers, the imps in particular, Hellmares have a high success rate of becoming impregnated with any particular traits or qualities their hybrid babies may have being often overlooked or ignored. Though it often especially helps when the babies take after their mother as they produce more daughters than sons thanks to the aforementioned ratio. Not that the owners and trainers will ever notice anyway, especially when the expected results of those kids growing up to become pageant and racing champions is made a reality. Ignorance is bliss particularly when wealth and money are involved.

For those wondering of course, the mares’ Zebra cousins, who often live and reside in the more wilder portions of Wrath are said to pretty much thrive on teasers in their sexual culture in the same manner. Being more open and outright displaying their affection and relationships with their teasers, often marrying them and seeing more pride and no shame in especially being with an imp or preferring them to be their baby daddies over the stallions of their own kind. Yes as you might gather this is because HellZebra stallions are insufferable and pretentious bores who assume their having big dicks automatically makes them absolute ladies men. In fact stallions among Either Hell equine breeds have terrible stamina and staying power in contrast to their quite frankly overrated length and girth of their endowments.

And that’s the basic 101 on Hellmares, their culture and mating habits and for those wondering, expect it to be a common habit tat many other demon breeds and species are especially partial to imps. Particularly and especially imps with very sweet, chivalrous personalities and it should be mentioned that Hellmares and Zebras also thrive quite well in careers in porn where interspecies relations and the chances of getting knocked up are very likely. Skullfuck Prod. is notable for its very high roster membership of these gals and they’ve become quite eager to work with his new rookie sensation, Mysterious M. So business is looking pretty good.

Expect more 101 rundowns on certain demon breeds in Hell down the line but can’t be left out that the heaven equivalent to thse gals tend to radiate a more sensual regal vibe. If pageant Hellmares are sexy pin ups, holy mares are more tasteful gravure models but it’s found that they also share a partial fondness for imps. Seems the stallion issue is plenty common and the taboo nature and aspect in regards to the cultural differences in heaven and hell make it rather spicy and fun. Always the quiet ones eh?

[surprisesongoclock]

Taylor Swift performs "this is me trying" at State Farm Stadium in Glendale, Arizona on March 18, 2023.

[tswiftrecall]

🗓 17th Mar 2023: Taylor kicked off the Eras Tour at State Farm Stadium, Glendale, AZ, USA.

[acapulco-goldd]

red hot chili peppers

state farm stadium, arizona 14/05/23

[swiftdupes]

taylor performs live onstage at her second show at state farm stadium

glendale, arizona // march 18, 2023

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[shefanispeculator]

Gwen Stefani's Son Zuma, 16, Is Catching Up to Stepdad Blake Shelton's Height in Sweet Family Photo from NFL Game

Gwen Stefani's son is looking all grown up — and is almost as tall as stepdad Blake Shelton!

On Sunday, Nov. 10, Stefani, 55, her sons Zuma, 16, and Apollo, 10, and stepdad Shelton, 48, stepped out for a family outing at the Arizona Cardinals game at State Farm Stadium in Glendale, Ariz. On the NFL team's Instagram, the crew can be seen sweetly smiling together on the sidelines.

In the family photo, Shelton and Zuma not only twin in matching red Cardinals caps, but the teen looks surprisingly tall as he nearly reaches the height of the country star. To the left of the stepdad-stepson duo, Stefani and Apollo also match in red Cardinals jerseys.

[sleepygenie-o]

You Guys Rest?

Sky Cotl x SAGAU again :>

Let's hop straight in!

Chrs Mentioned: The Archons (Venti, Ei, Zhongli, and Nahida), You (2nd person), unspecified Moth Skid (sky kid)

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You are your usual Sky kid, with the new Season of AURORA out, (Where through the grapevine, heard that you get to literally meet GOD.) you've been hard at work farming for candles.

Especially Eden candles for height spells! .. Yeah you used them up trying to get taller.

On your way to the current known location of a Red Shard Event, which is in the Village of Dreams, you encounter a Moth, well, not really. They seem to understand the world enough and are apparently still getting used to seasons.

As you both converse, you're waiting for the eruption with the Sky kid as you give them advice on how to purify it since as stated, they're still getting used to it.

Once the eruptions roll in, you notice 4 gold stars rolling in too. You would assume that it's more sky kids that either are born or being re-born but..

They crash land right near you. The eruption happening at the same time. In a panic you tell the Sky Kid to move the weird dressed sky kids to a safe zone while you purified the darkness.

...

Venti is the first to wake up, instantly waking the others.

The sight was beautiful, but the situation wasn't. There were some sky kids sheltered in the stage with them, a blue person (one of the Performance Spirits) seemed to be healing a few.

A majority of them had one similar trait, simply done hair and a brown cape with 1 star at the back. Asking the spirit what's going on prompts the response of:

"Some advanced Sky kids brought a bunch of moths here to prepare for the purification of the eruption"

Excuse them as they remain confused the wHAT?!

After a good hour of finding the way out and to the village of Dreams it's.. a bit chaotic.

"CALL OVER HERE IM TRYING OT BURN S*HONK*T"

"AAAAAAAA-"

"WHO KEEPS DYING I CAN'T KEEP SAVING YOU?!"

Among the yelling children is another yelling child, you. You were flying up to get the flying dark plants, activating pre-prepared and placed shared memories to signal the mutated crabs. Even using yourself as bait while the rest continued to burn the darkness away.

What are you doing there, your grace?! You could get hurt!!

Venti and Ei were about to march over there if it weren't for Zhongli and Nahida holding them back. Don't worry Zhongli activated his shield, they're safe.

As the final act ensues (collecting the fragments of light), they watch you maneuver through the floating red crystals to get the.. glowing.. mantas??

As the final memory if collected, they all condense into one and bless the sky children.

As much as they want to approach you, it seems you're a bit occupied..

"Aiya..!! That was harder than I thought!"

"Really? It was actually kinda easy.. you all are so loud-"

"I still have to head to the stadium to see some of the spirits. Are you guys excited for the concert?"

"Pfft-! Obviously! Who wouldn't wanna meet someone who is probably our God?" Wait wHAT?!

"That IS still speculation.. we're still unsure if AURORA is Megabird and-"

"Okay okay theorists of the future we get it, let's enjoy the fun while it lasts. We have like..2 days to prepare for the concert." (psst! You can imagine yourself saying any of these dialogues)

..Congrats! You broke them.

There is a God above you?! Higher than you?! That can't be possible!!

...Well.. you do look like a child.. maybe your mother..?

They'll take this info with a grain of salt. And hopefully not freak out.

Taglist: (It's been so long- ;-;)

@karmawonders , @chocogi , @bk-4-trash-fire