Useless Thread MM: Brenda Walsh Appreciation Thread

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"Good Miami has been doing this for a good 7 years now. The twins that played Girls basketball was the major start of it. Should also say this is rampant in college sports if they want someone from a team they somehow will let that kid know they have annoffer for him. LIKE to think Michigan doesn't do this and other schools. But most SEC schools make this a common practice especially OleMiss"
 
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"Good Miami has been doing this for a good 7 years now. The twins that played Girls basketball was the major start of it. Should also say this is rampant in college sports if they want someone from a team they somehow will let that kid know they have annoffer for him. LIKE to think Michigan doesn't do this and other schools. But most SEC schools make this a common practice especially OleMiss"
You realize this is a big nothing burger & nothing will come of it, right? :laugh: Oh wait.......they are going to call JimBo to testify that The U "bought an ACC title". :shakehead
 
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You realize this is a big nothing burger & nothing will come of it, right? :laugh: Oh wait.......they are going to call JimBo to testify that The U "bought an ACC title". :shakehead
You don't want to go down this road, Larranaga saying that NIL made him quit when he went to the Final Four on NIL :laugh:

What will you do when Nijel Pack loses his 8th year of eligibility.

By the way you should sympathize with that story instead of just dismissing it as the wild wild west. Remember how multiple players approached "Jim L" after the Final Four run and said "they love it here but they got better offers." And that isn't tampering?
 
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What a disappointment, but not incredibly surprising to see a repeat of the loss to the Bills.

Defense couldn't stop a damn thing and the offense couldn't avoid backbreaking mistakes.
 
What a disappointment, but not incredibly surprising to see a repeat of the loss to the Bills.

Defense couldn't stop a damn thing and the offense couldn't avoid backbreaking mistakes.
you had too many injuries

if you had healthy players like Hutch this wouldn't have been an issue
 
Juan vs. the Hockey Gods


Chapter 33: Plushies on Ice​

The journey to Toronto was as chaotic as ever, punctuated by Brenda's relentless strategizing and Juan’s increasingly bizarre commentary on sports.

“Toronto is going to love us,” Brenda said, surveying the Air Canada Centre as we approached. “Plushies and hockey go together like maple syrup and poutine.”

Juan nodded sagely. “I’ve been studying up on hockey. I’m ready to talk shop with the locals.”

That statement filled me with dread. “Juan, you don’t know anything about hockey.”

“Sure I do,” he said, clutching his plush warthog, which was now wearing a Maple Leafs jersey two sizes too small. “I mean, Wayne Gretzky is the GOAT quarterback. Didn’t he have, like, 50 touchdowns in one game?”

Hargrave snorted from behind me. “Oh, this is going to be good.”


Chapter 34: Pre-Game Chaos​

We somehow got into the arena by convincing security that Brenda was the head of the “Plushies for Peace” charity, and Juan was her “ambassador of good vibes.” I was too tired to argue.

The game was a packed affair—Maple Leafs vs. Canadiens. The arena buzzed with energy as fans in blue and white jerseys shouted chants and waved signs. Brenda immediately tried to start a new chant: “Go Plushies Go!” She was ignored.

Juan, however, was making his way down to the glass seats, plush warthog in hand. “We need to connect with the players,” he said.

“Juan, please don’t,” I begged.


Chapter 35: Juan Opens His Mouth​

We found ourselves next to a group of passionate Leafs fans who were deep in conversation about Auston Matthews. Juan, eager to join in, leaned over.

“So,” he began, “how many slam dunks do you think Matthews is going to make tonight?”

The group fell silent, staring at him as if he’d grown a second head.

“I mean, Matthews is great, sure,” Juan continued, oblivious. “But he’ll never beat Tom Brady’s career save percentage. That guy was unstoppable in the outfield.”

One fan finally broke the silence. “Are you messing with us?”

Juan blinked. “No, no! I know my hockey. Like, remember when Wayne Gretzky threw that Hail Mary to win the Stanley Cup? Classic.”

The fans erupted into laughter, pointing at Juan like he was the halftime show. “Buddy,” one said, “are you serious?”

Brenda, overhearing, jumped in to defend her son. “He’s an expert in sports trivia, you know. He once won a free burrito for naming all the teams in the Super Bowl.”

“That’s… football,” one of the fans said, choking back laughter.


Chapter 36: Plushie Mayhem​

The embarrassment wasn’t enough to stop Juan. When the game started, he pulled out a giant plush hockey puck and began tossing it into the air.

“Let’s go, Leafs!” he yelled, hurling the puck onto the ice during a power play.

The puck skidded across the rink, confusing the players and causing a whistle to blow. The referee picked it up, stared at it, and threw it back into the stands.

The crowd started booing as security headed in our direction.

“Mom!” Juan yelled. “They’re trying to stop me from supporting the team!”

Brenda, undeterred, grabbed a plush Zamboni and hurled it onto the ice as well.


Chapter 37: The Ejection​

Within minutes, we were being escorted out of the arena by security guards. Brenda was yelling about free speech. Juan was clutching his warthog like a lifeline, insisting that the Leafs needed him.

“You can’t silence the Plushie Party!” Brenda shouted as we were unceremoniously deposited onto the sidewalk.

Hargrave, who had wisely stayed back during the fiasco, walked up to us, shaking his head. “You two are a menace.”

“Correction,” Brenda said, brushing herself off. “We’re visionaries.”

“You’re banned from the arena,” Hargrave replied.

“Details,” she said with a wave of her hand.


Chapter 38: Onward to Winnipeg​

As we piled into the car and left Toronto behind, I couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly was the goal there?”

“To inspire the people!” Brenda said.

“To avenge the plushies!” Juan added.

Hargrave sighed. “Please tell me you don’t have another ridiculous plan.”

Brenda grinned. “Next stop, Winnipeg. The Jets won’t know what hit them.”

And so, the chaos continued.
 
Plushies on the Prairie


Chapter 38: Fleeing Toronto​

After being forcibly ejected from the arena, we found ourselves standing in the cold Toronto night, Brenda fuming, Juan cradling his plush warthog, and Hargrave looking like he regretted every career decision that had led him to this moment.

“We can’t just stop here,” Brenda announced, smoothing her coat as though being thrown out of a hockey game hadn’t just happened. “The Plushie Party movement doesn’t end in Toronto. No, it grows stronger!”

Hargrave sighed. “Please, no more arenas.”

Brenda ignored him. “I have an idea! Winnipeg.”

“Winnipeg?” I asked.

“Yes!” Brenda said, clapping her hands together. “They’ve got the Jets. Plushies and jets? That’s a perfect marketing opportunity.”

Juan nodded enthusiastically. “And I can introduce them to my new catchphrase: ‘The plushies must fly!’

I groaned. Hargrave looked ready to throw himself into Lake Ontario.


Chapter 39: The Road to Winnipeg​

By morning, we were packed into the car and heading west, leaving Toronto—and the humiliation of the hockey incident—behind us. Juan spent most of the drive rambling about how Winnipeg was going to be the plushie capital of Canada.

“You know,” he said, leaning forward from the backseat, “the Jets could use a mascot. A plushie jet would be amazing. I bet they’d let me design it.”

“You designed a plushie bear last month, and it came out with three ears and no nose,” I said.

“That was an artistic choice,” Juan replied, offended.

“Winnipeg’s going to love us,” Brenda declared, ignoring us both. “We’ll show those prairie folks what plushie culture is all about!”

Hargrave muttered under his breath, “I’m amazed you weren’t arrested in Toronto.”


Chapter 40: Arrival in Winnipeg​

We rolled into Winnipeg late in the evening, the flat expanse of the city looking even flatter in the dim streetlights. Brenda wasted no time finding a rundown motel with a sign that buzzed ominously in the wind.

“This is perfect,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Quaint, affordable, and—” she leaned in and sniffed the air—“charming.”

“It smells like mold,” I said.

“Charming mold,” Brenda corrected.

Juan, meanwhile, was already planning his big entrance into Winnipeg’s plushie scene. “First stop: the Jets' arena. I’ll bring the plush jet prototype!”

“You don’t have a prototype,” Hargrave pointed out.

“Details,” Juan replied with a wave of his hand.


Chapter 41: Plushie Mayhem, Prairie Edition​

The next day, Brenda and Juan wasted no time setting up a pop-up stand outside Canada Life Centre, where the Jets were set to play that night. Brenda hawked her lasagna—“Winnipeg-style,” which apparently just meant it had extra cheese—and Juan displayed his collection of plush planes, which, true to form, looked nothing like planes.

“Come one, come all!” Brenda shouted to passersby. “Try some lasagna and support the Plushie Party!”

One curious Jets fan stopped, eyeing Juan’s plush jet. “What… is that?”

“It’s a jet!” Juan said proudly.

“It looks like a loaf of bread with wings,” the fan replied.

Juan gasped as though he’d been personally insulted. “This is plushie innovation! You wouldn’t understand.”


Chapter 42: Yet Another Ejection​

Predictably, chaos broke out when Juan tried to toss one of his plush jets onto the ice during warmups, claiming it was “for team morale.” Security descended on him before he could make it over the glass.

Meanwhile, Brenda was arguing with an angry fan who claimed her “Winnipeg-style lasagna” had given him food poisoning.

Hargrave and I stood at a safe distance, watching the spectacle unfold. “Why do we keep letting this happen?” I asked.

Hargrave shrugged. “I’m just here to document the downfall.”

Eventually, security escorted us out of the arena, yet again. As we piled into the car, Brenda was unshaken.

“They didn’t appreciate us here, but that’s fine,” she said. “We’ll take the Plushie Party to even greater heights!”

“Where now?” I asked, already dreading the answer.

Brenda grinned. “Calgary. The Flames are going to love us.”

Hargrave groaned, and I sank lower into my seat as Juan started humming what he claimed was the Plushie Party anthem.

And so, the chaos continued westward.
 

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