#packers bears game

[michal365]

NFL playoff picture: Which teams have clinched postseason berths, seeds

[thekidsare-not-alright]

fall out boy could perform at the 2025 nfl draft in green bay if we get rid of pete joe and patrick real quick just for a minute

[unofficial-illinois]

i literally cannot express how little i want to talk about the bears rn

[angelcakestarlet]

salvatore pt 2

richie jerimovich x reader

warnings: age gap, cheating (eventually) (guys it's for the plot i swear), drugs mentioned, swearing.

as requested here is part two!! thank u for the support cuties <3

"hands, fuckers! i need hands table 13, someone come on!" richie's voice echos through the bustling kitchen. it was a busy saturday night, the kitchen was in the weeds, and the restaurant was full as shit. the chicago bears were playing the packers tonight which meant men, drunk men, who would camp out the entire game sitting at the bar or at a table ordering one meal for the whole night. while your apron was stained and you hadn't reapplied lipgloss in the last three hours, you took a quick peak in the mirror and concluded you still looked good enough for that 20% tip. your cheeks were flushed from running around the restaurant getting beer refills and pitchers for nearly every damn table. you should've called off, honestly.

"I got hands!" you came up behind richie. he passed you the plates with a rag beneath them, "here wouldn't want you to burn yourself, sweetheart". you smiled at him, something about richie made your stomach drop in a way that made you feel guilty. every time he spoke to you, it churned your stomach. you knew it was wrong, the whole 'older man' ordeal, you knew that you should probably feel disgusted at his little remarks towards you. but if anything, that was the cherry on top. you walk out the kitchen, feeling his eyes burning into your back. tina smacks richie's shoulder, "staring at that girl like you wanna eat her" she scoffs disapprovingly. he smirks, eyes trailing you.

"alright guys i have the italian beef sandwich, fries on the side?" you ask the men in front of you wearing their grey bear jerseys, setting it down on the table. "they got you on the side too?" one of the guys snickers, shoving his elbow into his buddy. you fake a sweet laugh, "depends, there's an upcharge for me", anything for that tip. glancing up at the clock, "two more hours to go," you sigh. and for the next two hours, the game finishes up and people start slowly leaving the restaurant. you get those who linger, collecting their betting pool winnings or reaping their loses at the bar. you start getting ready to cash out, calculating your earnings for the day when richie creeps up behind you. "how'd you do today, doll?" referring to your tips racking up on the screen, "guess" you look over your shoulder at him. his face is glowing with a sheen of sweat, rag draped over his shoulder, chain having fallen beneath his shirt, he looked good. "a girl like you? i'm gonna say you made 200 tonight." "try 350," he peers over your shoulder, he lets out a whistle and you can feel his breath blow past your ear. "they like you out here huh?" you turn around to completely face him, his face merely inches away "why wouldn't they?" he chuckles at your response. "god you've got a mouth on you" you notice his eyes pan over you, his response makes you go red. you can only feign confident for so long, his words strike you somewhere deep inside. he notices your flushed state, smiles, and makes his way back to the kitchen. when the doors close behind him you realize you've been holding your breath.

you make your way to the office to check out with carmen, "how did you do today, y/n?" he's seated in his office chair, legs spread and obviously tired. "really good, i'm really liking it here, chef. thank you for the opportunity to work here" you smile hands behind your back, "that's good to hear, you let me know if anyone gives you any type of trouble alright? including fucking cousin over there." you laugh, "trust me, everyone's been really welcoming". once you're done cashing out, you take your purse and head out. outside you find yourself two lingering drunks from the game, "where are you heading to so fast? hold on," one of the guys approaches you, you roll your eyes and continue making your way down the sidewalk. "hey, i'm fucking talking you, you too good to respond or something" you can smell the alcohol coming from his breath as he comes up to tug on your wrist. "fuck off, don't touch me!" you shrug his wrist off, "is there a fucking problem here or something?" you hear richie's scruff voice behind you. before he gets to say anything else the guy backs away from you, you turn around to see richie lifting his white shirt just above his stomach to reveal his gun. the sight gives you that familiar feeling, you almost feel a shiver down your spine. "cause I don't think we would want any problems, right?" he gets closer to you, putting a finger through your belt loop to secure you. "you're right man, we're good, we're good." the guys shuffle away almost tripping over their feet. richie tugs on your belt loop, turning you to face him, "you okay, sweetheart? what are you doing walking home at this hour, do you want to get fucking taken by some jagoff?" he put his shirt back down, covering his gun. you stay a bit stunned, "let me give you a ride, come on." you grab his wrist lightly, "thank you, richie, fuck. um fuck..." you grip your hair, about to follow him to his car you see headlights behind you. "shit um... thank you for the offer, and for helping richie. i was just already waiting on-" you hesitate catching his eye as he looks off to the car pulling over in the distance. "I was waiting on my boyfriend." you peer behind you to see him behind the wheel, he usually picks you up from work. richie nods, smirking almost "your uh boyfriend shouldn't make his girl wait for him like that, especially at night. have a good night, doll" he rubs his chin, turns and makes his way to his car. you sigh, questioning your own moment of hesitation before saying 'boyfriend'. you stare at the silhouette of his tall stature walk away, envisioning the cold gun that rests between his jeans and his stomach and bite down on your lip.

"how was work, babe?"

[xplrwithme]

Authors note: I have not written a fic in well over 10 years. Be kind!

“Baby,” you groaned. You couldn't fully believe you were getting into the same argument with him again. You held up the cursed jersey and shook it in his face. “I love you, but I refuse to put this on.”

Cole rolled his eyes and huffed.

“I don’t really see the big deal, babe.”

Your eyes shot to his face.

“BIG DEAL?” You threw your hands up in disbelief causing the jersey to fly around. “It’s a SIN!”

He sighed. “Here we go,” he said before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

You ignored him and continued.

“Cole. Baby. Babe. Love of my life. Light of my days. This isn’t just any normal game. It’s the CENTENNIAL GAME. The Boston Bruins’ 100th year. Massively important in hockey history. Against our BIGGEST rivals. How is this NOT a big deal?!”

You paced back and forth across the bedroom digging your socked feet into the carpet of the hotel room. The hand not holding the cursed jersey counted out each and every point against wearing the damned thing.

“I’m asking you to show support for me, your loving boyfriend,” he retorted, trying to defend himself.

You tossed the red jersey down on the bed beside him as even holding felt like it would cause you to break out in hives. Cole rolled his eyes again at the size of your dramatics.

“I do support you!” You shot back weakly “Just.. not against my team.” Your boys.

“Baby, if you put that Marchand jersey on, I’m walking out of here.” He gestured towards the black and gold jersey sticking out of your bag. The whole reason the argument had started.

You stopped instantly.

You had so little time together before Cole had to get ready for the game and wanted to see him for as long as possible. Having a long distance boyfriend who lived in Canada and traveled for a living wasn’t for the weak. You hardly got to see him during the season. You didn’t want him to leave early over a jersey...BUT you couldn’t bring yourself to support the Montreal Canadiens. God, what would your mother think? You literally had season tickets for the Boston Bruins. The TD garden was your happy place!

You sighed.

“Cole. I love you. I do. But I hate your team. It’s in my blood. You knew this before getting into a relationship with me. I told you from day one that I couldn’t wear your jersey.”

Your team loyalty ran deep.

“It’s a goddamned jersey.” His face grew red with frustration. “You can’t put aside a rivalry for your own boyfriend?”

“It’s like me asking you to wear a Bears jersey instead of a Packers jersey! Do you see the issue here?”

He sighed in defeat and rolled his eyes, clearly knowing he wasn’t getting his way.

“Whatever.” He perked up. “I’ll make a bet with you then. If we win, you have to wear my jersey at our next home game and spend the week with me in Montreal.”

“Absolutely not, the B’s have been playing like shit lately. Too easy.”

Cole raised his eyes to the ceiling, looking for any sort of guidance from the gods above to deal with his amazingly stubborn future wife.

“Okay fine. If I score a goal, then you have to come spend the week in Montreal with me after our next home game.”

You giggled, knowing that no matter how much you frustrated the man, he couldn’t hold anything against you.

“Okay fine, but that’s not much of a punishment. If the B’s win, then I still get to come to Montreal for a week, I just don’t have to put...that…on.” You gestured towards the horrible jersey.

Cole smiled in that soft, boyish way that made you remember why you fell in love with him. He pulled you forward so you were standing between his legs and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Deal,” he conceded with a whisper. He pulled back to glance at you with that soft smile. He pressed his thumb to your cheek as he caressed your face. “I’m sorry that I got annoyed, but I just wanna know that you’re supporting me still.”

You frowned. When was that ever in question?

“Cole, I love you and I support you no matter what even if I hate the team you play for. You know this. Where’s this coming from? It can’t just be about the jersey.” It wasn’t like him to be jealous or insecure. Since the day you’d met Cole, he had been a confident, bright ball of sunshine.

He sighed and leaned back on the bed, looking down at his knees.

“It’s just been hard lately, you know? I see the whole team with their WAGs on the daily, and we’re lucky if we get to see each other once a month. And I know it’s my job that causes the distance, but I just miss you. All the time.”

You quickly blinked away the tears that came to your eyes at his confession. It had been tough. On both of you. You and Cole had been together for a year and a half, but you didn’t get to spend much time together during the season.

You suddenly panicked, thinking maybe it was getting to be too much for him. Not being able to bear the thought of not being with him at all.

“Does...does that mean you don’t want this anymore? Is it too much?” You really didn't want to cry, but it was becoming inevitable. “I know it’s a lot, but I’m almost done with school. And as soon as I graduate, I thought we had plans for me to move to Montreal with you. I...I just...I’m so close to being done, you know, and I’m working so hard--“

Cole quickly cut you off as he stood and grasped your shoulders.

“Honey, no. That’s not what I’m saying at all. Get that out of your head right now. It’s hard, but I know we can do it. You only have a year left. I would wait a hundred years if it meant I got to be with you forever. All I’m saying is that I miss you. I’m so grateful for the time we do get to be together. Ask any of the guys, I haven’t been able to shut up about this game all week, because I knew I would get to spend a day with you.”

Cole wrapped his strong arms around you as he pulled you into a hug. One you both needed.

You both sighed in relief.

“I love you,” he said softly. His lips were at your ear. “I’ll never stop loving you and I’ll never give up on us. I can’t wait til we can get you to Montreal for good and for our lives to start together. It’s only a year...”

“It’s only a year,” you echoed in agreement.

Cole kissed you with enough passion that you were certain your makeup was smudged. He leaned back towards the bed before handing you the Marchand jersey and grinning.

“C'mon. Put this on and let’s go, I got a goal to score for you tonight.”

The night did indeed end with the Bruins winning 6-3, one of those goals being Cole’s. You didn’t miss the way he looked up and pointed at your section when he scored. Your knees felt weak with anticipation at what exactly that goal meant. You couldn’t wait for your week in Montreal without a red jersey on your body.

[paci-papa]

Papa's Birthday Refrigerator Door! Part 1

Papa is so thankful and proud of all of the little one's who took the time to make him something for his birthday! My refrigerator door is absolutely beautiful, covered with all of your amazing projects! As you'll see, I actually had to buy a second fridge. And these don't even include the adorable presents I received from some of the shyer denizens of the nursery!

Thank you all for your hard work! What a wonderful way to celebrate my birthday!

Now, let's take a look at some of the presents Papa's been sent!

First, we need to open the fridge door! @babymushroom234, a very talented little baker and certified cutie patootie, made the whole nursery some special treats and wants to share pictures of some of his stuffies!

Just like our adorable little baker, Papa's favorite baked treat is cake (although, cuddles always do as dessert in a pinch!)

"For your birthday, I made you some treats :3"

"These are red velvet cake pops with white chocolate covering based on Winnie the Pooh 😊 I think they're one of the cutest things I've ever baked, and also super tasty."

"Also, this is a picture of *some* of my stuffie friends! From top right to bottom left we have: Slimy, Puppy, Stitchmallow Grande, Bear, ParaPanda, Stitchforatu (He's dressed as a vampire but you can't see it), Squishpy (Squishy Puppy), Huffles, and KWal (Short for K Wala Wala, the Sleepy Time Koala.)"

"On a separate note, I wish I could send you some snacks for your birthday, and hope you have an amazing day! All the cuddles :) Also, what's your favorite baked thing to eat? Mine is probably cake!"

"-BabyMushroom, the Baby Baker."

Next, we have a beautiful drawing in crayon from an adorable, talented little artist who worked hard on her project for Mr. Paci during tummy time! She even sent in some proof of just how hard she worked on her project. I absolutely love it!

The next piece of artwork hanging on Papa's fridge for his birthday is an absolutely adorable crocheted bunny, made by the even more adorable @angelicxbabyyy! Seriously, look at this little stuffie! It's so cute! @angelicxbabyyy has some serious talent!

"Ooo happy birthday !!!

I made this! 🥰

I hope your day is filled with fun games and good food!!"

Next, on the fridge is a poem! One of my very special friends, @destinedfordiapers, wrote an adorable little haiku for everyone in the nursery (although I think it may secretly be about himself):

You're just a baby

Babbling in your crib

Sweet pamper packer

Here's a beautiful coloring page from one of Papa's favorite little princesses, @littleacorn28! He choose a picture of Papa's favorite Star Wars character, Chewbacca!

Look how at how @littleacorn28 almost stayed in the lines! He's such an amazing little artist, isn't he?

Also, fun fact, Chewbacca is my favorite Star Wars character because he is tall and hairy, just like me!

[f4ggydog]

💌 - All of these puppy asks have me thinking of werewolf tmasc Nat,,

He’d push himself extra hard in the wilderness to hunt for you and the team because he says it’s his responsibility bc of his werewolf abilities :(( but it’s obvious it takes a toll on him because you’re all starving and struggling out there.

Acting tough when he rly is just the softest sweetest little misunderstood puppy. Kissing him and his tail swishes side to side cause he gets too excited 😭

(And um. Desperately needing to breed you even if he can’t)

NO THOUGHTS JUST WEREWOLF BF I NEED TO BE HIS PRETTY FEMME

I have written for werewolf nat before but anon asked for this a while ago and for specifically tmasc nat so I shall fulfill!!!

nat doesn’t let his walls down quite easily. he’s not the type of guy up for small talk and he’s never been a dude who dances along the lines of the norm. the dude couldn’t care less about being hated by society. it’s given him a cold exterior that’s frustrating to shatter through at times. but as seems to be the cliche with many supposedly ice cold people, nat’s got a sweet spot that rivals the taste of candy.

he’s relieved that he remembered to pack some of his binders for the trip the yellowjackets were going to attend. at least he doesn’t have to worry about how his boobs look while he’s in the wilderness. it’s a first world concern compared to the predicament the team’s trapped themselves in, but nat could do without feeling extra desolate. he did forget his packers though, so perhaps all hope IS lost.

his tail swishes as he watches you gather firewood. though nat’s already got a heavy bias for you, he’s also appreciative of the fact that you’re also doing your part. you helped him clear out the cabin and make some room for all the soccer teammates to sleep. you helped him practice using a rifle so that you guys could hunt for food and not develop an eating disorder while starved for comfort food. you participate a lot more than jackie, who’s supposed to be the team’s captain. you’d think that she’d allow herself to take on most of the responsibilities, but she seems to be the one complaining the most. complaining instead of pinching in, yapping instead of making herself useful.

nat sighs, sitting by the edge of the lake. he quickly squishes his boobs and immediately convinces himself that they’ve somehow gotten bigger, if that’s somehow possible. he sighs, wishing he could take that axe from the camp and cut them off. he wishes a bear would come and maul him and rip off just the part of his body that he detests.

nat hears footsteps approaching him and he growls, his tail static. then, when he looks behind and sees that it’s you, his tail starts wagging rapidly and his frown turns into a smile. oh, how he couldn’t resist a moment of your time.

“did you find any game yet?” you inquire, kneeling down next to your boy.

“no.” nat shakes his head. “thought we saw a fucking deer earlier. nope, was a false alarm. everything’s just been false alarm after false alarm. and everyone is bitching to me about how hungry they are but nobody wants to go out hunting with me aside from flex.”

“i could always help you out,” you coo, squeezing nat’s cheeks together. “why don’t you let me come with you, pretty boy?”

“because i don’t want you to hurt yourself,” nat replies. “things are already bad enough out here as is. if you got hurt…i don’t know what i’d do with myself. honestly.”

“i think you worry too much about me,” you say. “i think you’re always trying to be a big, strong, tough man all the time and you don’t want to let anyone else in because you think you should bear the burden. you think you have to be alone, nat.”

“well, who else cares besides you?”

“am i not enough?” you tease, kissing along nat’s sensitive neck. his tail wiggles rapidly.

“h-hey quit it,” he whines, playfully shoving you aside. but you pounce back on nat, smooching him all over his handsome face.

“what’s wrong with a guy getting a few kisses once in a while? just cause you’re a man doesn’t mean you’re not worth of affection too, perfect boy. especially with how much you do for us.”

“am i even a man?” nat exhales. “look at my tits. they’re so visible. and my thigh gap is so…feminine. and my hips-“

“it’s your chest,” you assert. “not your tits. not your breasts. your chest. you have a chest, not boobs.”

“i can’t even properly breed you,” nat whines. “if i was born a guy, i would have this cool dick and i’d be able to cum inside of you all the time i want. but i just have this clit that i can’t use for anything.”

“doesn’t make you less of a man baby boy,” you encourage, kissing your ways down to his thighs. nat’s knees get shaky and his tail is spinning from side to side. “just means i get to take care of you. come on, shorts off.”

“why do you even like me?” nat whimpers after each kiss you plant on his pale skin.

“because i know who you are under that facade you put up,” you insist. “you’re a special boy, my man. and i’ll show you that you don’t have to put a knot inside me to be a true man.”

“you sure?” nat’s eyes soften.

“yeah baby.” you nuzzle into him. “besides, once we’re back home, we can always stimulate it with a fake cock. dildos exist for a reason.”

you’ve got a point. shit now, nat’s pheromones are all over the place. he blushes and hides his face, embarrassed by how horny he became in matter of seconds. wow, you really are the only one to get him.

[callmearcturus]

to finally answer the question i KNOW you've been dying to get an answer for

S-Tier (MY teams):

Kansas City Chiefs (I'm from Missouri, Patrick is the Greatest to ever play the game, die mad about it folks)

Detroit Lions (JARED GOFF 💗 AMON RA 💗)

A-Tier (enjoy watching them, like the team):

Philadelphia Eagles

Baltimore Ravens

B-Tier (interesting teams I'll watch if no one else is on):

Chicago Bears, Green Bay Packers, Pittsburgh Steelers, Washington Commanders, Minnesota Vikings, Miami Dolphins

C-Tier (the Apathy Tier, I don't care):

Cardinals, Falcons, Panthers, Browns, Texans, Colts, Rams, Saints, Chargers, Broncos, Jaguars, Giants, Patriots, Seahawks, Titans

D-Tier (Rivals that I RESPECT):

Buffalo Bills (have you SEEN Allen run???)

San Fran 49ers (massive respect for Brock Purdy, fuck his organization)

Tampa Bay Buccaneers (great team, infuriatingly good)

Bengals (January 29, 2023, a day that will live in infamy)

Fuck You-Tier (Open Hatred Tier, Fuck These Teams):

Las Vegas Raiders (they think they're our nemesis, it is ENTIRELY one-sided and they're actually assholes)

New York Jets (CRYPTOFASCIST MCGEE, RETIRE BITCH)

Dallas Cowboys (JUST SHUT UP. SHUP UP.)

[waiting-eyez]

My mom’s whole side of the family, they’re all Packers fans. My mom’s a Bears fan. My stepdad is a Vikings guy. So that gets ugly. My mom sits upstairs watching the Bears game; he sits in the basement. They can’t watch it together. Football's a violent anger in our family dynamic.

(Ashton Kutcher)

[100gayicons]

Esera Tuaolo is a former professional football player of Samoan descent. He played in the NFL for 9 seasons from 1991 to 1999 for such teams as the Green Bay Packers, the Minnesota Vikings, and the Atlanta Falcons. This included Super Bowl XXXIII, where he was the last person to tackle football legend John Elway. Tuaolo retired from football in 1999.

Tuaolo is also a singer and performed the National Anthem in full gear before a game against the Chicago Bears, then immediately played the game at the referee’s whistle. More recently, he sang the National Anthem again at a Los Angeles Clippers game. Tuaolo appeared in the 2017 seasons of The Voice, selected for Blake Nelson’s team. He competed through the 15th episode when he was eliminated.

In 1995, Tuaolo began dating Mitchell Wherley while still playing professional football. They had to hide their relationship.

“When you’re in the closet and you feel like you are isolated and all alone, it’s hard to think of anything else… Back then, I never thought of coming out, [or] even doing anything that would jeopardize my position. I never, ever felt safe to come out. Just imagine what the bounty would have been on the gay guy.”

(Tuaolo and Wherley were together for 12 years, breaking up in 2007.)

In 2002, Tuaolo announced to the public that he is gay on HBO's Real Sports. He followed that up with his autobiography, “Alone in the Trenches: My Life As a Gay Man in the NFL,” in 2006.

“When I took that courageous step to come out into my truth, I was welcomed and supported by the GLBT community and everyone who truly liked me. Had I known that while I was playing, my answer would be, ‘yes,’ I would have come out sooner.”

Since coming out, Tuaolo has been an advocate for the LGBT community. He was a board member of the Gay and Lesbian Athletics Foundation and testified at a Minnesota state legislature Committee hearing regarding an anti-gay marriage bill. Tuaolo also speaks regularly at colleges and corporations about homophobia and helping organizational leaders create a safe environment for their members and employees.

(Note: Tuaolo was charged with misdemeanor domestic violence in 2010. The charges were later dropped.)

[octahyde]

you have no idea how bad the bears vs packers thing is if you don’t live here. i grew up like equal distance from Chicago and the Wisconsin border and it’s like. fucking insane. people treat sportsball like life or death even if they otherwise don’t like sportsball. my childhood best friends basement was half bears half packers themed. the first time i was hospitalized it was in wi and it was so bizarre to see a packers game on tv in the common room. people take this shit dead fucking seriously.

[izuku]

ASOIAF Houses as NFL teams AKA A Game of End Zones/A Clash of Rings/A Storm of Scoreboards/A Feast for Throws/A Dance with Bandwagons.

Ok so I’m very bored and I’ve been brainstorming this and I wanna see how it plays out. Very “vibes” based, just like all NFL narratives! 32 teams for 32 houses. Long post below. Feel free to guess which team is my team, haha.

House Bracken - The Cleveland Browns. The vibes here are sort of perfect. House Bracken picks wrong in every conflict and somehow hasn’t been dismantled. The Browns pick the wrong quarterback 41 times and then will just show up in the playoffs sometimes

House Blackwood - The Baltimore Ravens. Blood feud with the Brackens/Browns. Competent, but can’t seem to really capitalize that competence. The Blackwoods never gain from picking the right side while the Ravens can’t do shit in the playoffs. Goth theme. How many eyes does Lamar Jackson have. You get it

House Stark - The Green Bay Packers. Just chilling up north, doing competent shit except whenever they have a new cool lord/draft a new HoF qb he literally dies when he goes elsewhere. Playboy type Brandon/Favre was cooked after an interception and shyer Ned/Rodgers did a failed coup and then got cut

House Martell - The LA Chargers. They’re going to do something…eventually…any minute now…hypothetically…Oberyn Martell remembers the day he was born...

House Targaryen - The New England Patriots. This was too easy…Unprecedented dominance thanks to the unparalleled power of dragons/some dude named Tom Brady. But have since fallen into decline without dragons/Brady…can Drake Maye wake stone dragons?

House Blackfyre - The New York Giants. Now I admit this is sort of narrative based w the previous pick. But let me speak. There was once one very cool guy who was also sort of mid at the same time who was able to really land a blow to the dominance of the Targs/Pats. And Eli Manning, uh, I mean, Daemon Blackfyre was his name-o. And since they lost that cool guy, they have not done shit. Daniel Jones is Daemon II Blackfyre.

House Greyjoy - The Minnesota Vikings. Now this is kind of cheating, but I feel it. Sam Darnold getting the Theon treatment on Pyke.

House Lannister - The Kansas City Chiefs. On top right now and seemingly aiming to be another dynasty except everyone hates them.

House Tyrell - The Philadelphia Eagles. Challenging the Chiefs/Lannisters at the moment with success! Everyone kind of hates them as well, though Saquon did go to the Margaery school of great PR.

House Baratheon - The Buffalo Bills. King Robert Bills mafia. I needn't elaborate.

House Velaryon - The Dallas Cowboys. Once a powerhouse, now largely irrelevant due to mismanagement. Aurane Waters would admire Dak’s ability to get a bag though.

House Dayne - The Denver Broncos. Guy with a great arm was here once and everyone thought he was so cool. Now we are left to see if Edric Dayne/Box Nix can carry on the legacy, but they’re around some shady characters (I know Payton knew about Bountygate 👀)

House Tully - The Chicago Bears. Run by an older member with skeletons in the closet who just died (RIP). Bears quarterbacks are like a metaphor for the River Lands.

House Arryn - The Indianapolis Colts. Relevant, but after their last main guy died (Jon Arryn/Andrew Luck), their last hope rests with a guy who can’t stay healthy. His symptoms have been accused of being psychosomatic. I guess Joe Flacco is Littlefinger.

House Frey - The New Orleans Saints. Bountygate/Red Wedding…covering stuff up…

House Bolton - The Houston Texans. Domeric Bolton has been sacked 76 times. Also doing evil coverups. Boy lords…rookie quarterbacks regressing a bit…the bane of every franchise/house.

House Peake - The Cincinnati Bengals. House Peake was "land poor, rich in stone and soil and pride, yet chronically short of coin." House Peake also probably has 4 scouts and refuses to pay anybody. Mike Brown is Unwin Peake. Coat of arms even matches Bengals colors.

House Westerling - The Washington Commanders. Oh hey…we thought you were dead! Their fortunes have, uh, faltered to say the least until some youngin took a chance. It’s worked out better for Jayden than Jeyne though.

House Hardyng - The Jacksonville Jaguars. Dreaming of bigger things and hoping Harry the Heir/Trevor Lawrence will change their fortunes.

House Harlaw - The Las Vegas Raiders. This is truly all vibes and their sigil colors matching the Raiders logo. It remains to be seen how 73 year old Alannys will coach this team. She keeps asking where Marcus Allen is.

House Hightower - The San Francisco 49ers. They were a bigger deal back in the day, but they’re still something of a sleeping giant. Trey Lance is sort of their Jorah Mormont, but they don't seem to have a Brock Purdy. They might be cooking something up, we'll have to wait and see.

House Dondarrion - The Seattle Seahawks. Had some good luck thanks to some BOOMS (lightning/defense) and now are mostly this old guy running around. They're just here so they don't get fined.

House Connington - The Tampa Bay Buccaneers. For the crime of not burning down a city/uncritically supporting your teammate when he tried to bash another dudes head in with his helmet, JonCon/Baker Mayfield has been banished, but he has returned with the goal of securing the IT/winning the Super Bowl.

House Umber - The Miami Dolphins. We put an Umber in an NFL game and he keeps using his head as a battering ram. Out on IR.

House Florent - The Atlanta Falcons. We are BETTER than you! [does nothing/screws things up]

House Darklyn - The New York Jets. So the Jets do technically still exist while House Darklyn was extinguished, but the entire affair is perhaps the most Jets thing ever. What was Serala’s Madden rating

House Mormont - The Pittsburgh Steelers. I guess? Kinda poor and have unconventional heirs/quarterbacks. I'm running out of ideas

House Manderly - The Detroit Lions. Dan Campbell would eat a Frey pie.

House Tarbeck - The Tennessee Titans. I feel like this house/team can be summed up by this quote: "What the fuck are you doing?" -Brian Callahan, Sep 15, 2024.

House Karstark - The Carolina Panthers. So one member made a Business Decision that didn't go well, but now we have a charming member that kinda flopped for a minute. However Alys/Bryce is back now and ready to get a ring!

House Rowan - The LA Rams. "They are all so young" - Mathis Stafford looking at the locker room.

House Redwyne - Arizona Cardinals. Seem to be a very streaky group and it's looking like success will all depend on Olenna/Kyler.

[govikingsblog]

Minnesota Fullback Bill Brown. Bill played for the Vikings from 1962 - 1974. The first photo is Bill playing against the Packers and getting the ball from Joe Kapp in 1969. The 2nd photo is from the Kansas City Chiefs game in 1970. #63 is Chiefs linebacker Willie Lanier. The Topps football card is from 1970. Drafted by the Chicago Bears in 1961, Bill was traded to the Vikings in 1962. By the end of his career, he was the Vikings leading career ground gainer. He was tough as nails and dished out as much punishment as he got. Butkas and Nitchke both said he was the toughest running back they faced. He was also an excellent pass receiver for Fran Tarkenton and Joe Kapp. Bill passed away in 2018 at age 80.

[the-football-chick]

Four playoff spots are on the line today.

Games with playoff implications:

Bills / Dolphins

Jaguars / Titans

Buccaneers / Panthers

Saints / Falcons

Cardinals / Seahawks

Vikings / Lions

Packers / Bears

[k8023]

here’s the thing, we don’t see him get better every year. Every year has been a regression from the Super Bowl season. At what point does everyone need to start being honest and admit that Joe needs to step it up this season. No more excuses about injuries or healing or his health, just be the guy to make the special stuff happen. If it doesn’t happen this year, everyone needs to be rightfully worried.

What do you mean we don't see him get better every year?? In 2021, they started slow with bad games against the Bears and Packers and went to the Super Bowl. In 2022, they started 0-2 and ended up winning 10 games in a row from Halloween to the AFC Championship where they lost. In 2023, they started slow cuz of the calf and when he was finally healthy, they went 4-1 until he hurt his wrist. Joe will get better

[sortanonymous]

SortaSports' 2024 NFL Playoff Grid and Week 1 Predictions!

Predicted AFC Playoff Teams by seed:

Chiefs

Ravens

Bills

Texans

Jets

Bengals

Chargers

Predicted NFC Playoff Teams by seed:

49ers

Lions

Eagles

Buccaneers

Bears

Packers

Falcons

Week 1 Game Predictions:

BAL-KC (Kickoff): Chiefs (narrowly)

GB-PHI (Brazil): Packers

PIT-ATL: Falcons

ARI-BUF: Bills

TENN-CHI: Bears

NE-CIN: Bengals

HOU-IND: Texans

JAC-MIA: Dolphins

CAR-NO: Saints

MIN-NY: Vikings

LV-LAC: Chargers

DEN-SEA: Seahawks

DAL-CLE: Cowboys

WAS-TB: Buccaneers

LAR-DET (SNF): Lions

NYJ-SF (MNF): 49ers