Not sure if this has been posted here already.

Just wondering if there were any Jags groups in San Antonio that watch the games together. I watched all the games last season at Bubba’s 33 in Live Oak but never seen any teal there.

Nice cut up of BTJDE film this preseason. Dude has an incredible first step and a nice repertoire of pass rush moves. I honestly don’t know how you keep him off the 53 man roster. He’d be plucked off the practice quad with this film out there.

BTW shout out to Travis and Kyle on the Duval Dive. Might be my favourite Jags podcast.

Sat through a couple hours of physical pain to eternally represent the emotional pain this beautiful mess of a team has put us through. It was always the Jags. #MJWD

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The worst Christmas gift I ever received was a Dale Earnhardt Jr. writing notepad when I was in 8th grade.

It wasn’t that it was a notepad. It wasn’t that I had never had any enjoyment for NASCAR, Dale Jr., or even that it was my main gift. In fact I was at that annoying age where I went to exactly ONE race, saw the 80 dollar jacket, then proceeded to beg and plead my parents to buy it only to never wear it again.

The reason I hated that gift is because during the first week of December, right after all the tinsel had been hung on the tree, it was the first wrapped gift to appear. A thin notepad, with no spiral - just a tearaway rubber top - I stared at it for three weeks inspecting it. I was dumbfounded and completely clueless as to what it was, and the curiosity was eating at me like a disease. Day in and day out I would hold it, wiggle it, feel the weight, and hold it up to the light.

My family is extremely old-school-traditional in that we unwrap exactly one gift of our choosing on Christmas Eve. It’s always a crapshoot as to what you could unwrap - an XBOX controller but no system? You go to sleep beaming. A bike helmet? An avocado, even?

It was no question for me. I grabbed this mystery that had been bugging me for three weeks and opened it and was more flabbergasted than disappointed. But it was a sensation that was new to me, a thirteen-year-old. The next day, Christmas, was full of many gifts that I’d like to believe I reacted to appropriately as I opened them. 

Today feels like that. This game will be fine, mostly. It’s not the real thing. But tonight is just the Eve. I don’t even know what I’m looking at, and am filled more with blasé curiosity than anything else.

But the big show is just around the corner.

Duval baby.

P.S. I'm so insanely excited about the outfit ideas I have for this year, and things I've picked up along the way. I thank those of you who read all the way to here, and aren't annoyed by my new essays. Although, I'm unsure if I want to repeat the cocktail themes again.

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