My protest continues. I refuse to accept any contract the NFL offers me.
Wonder if that’s a marble countertop in the kitchen.
And then those glorious weekends . . .
I can tell they were well loved . . .
My wife wanted to go to one of those places where they make the food in front of you. So I took her to Subway.
That’s when the fight started.
Way to go Red!
26 F in Green Bay, WI. Wind chill = 21F
Twice in Wisconsin.