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Our weekly list of three things we learned starts with the quarterback I don't think could have done anything better in Sunday's game.
Geno Smith, Sam Darnold and Baker Mayfield showed the value that can be found in picking up a car that other teams have deemed a lemon.
Before we get to the renaissance of Russell Wilson, we've got to conduct a little bit of crowd control first in Seattle and then New York.
Yes, Geno Smith is the biggest question facing the Seahawks, but there's (at least) seven regular-season games before there needs to be any decision.
When another NFL team works as hard as the Jets did to give one away, you don't need to apologize nor are you required to express gratitude. Just smile and move on to the next one.
I've always remembered the first time my stepfather visited my family's home. The meaning I've drawn from that memory, however, has changed dramatically over the years.
I wish I could take high-school NIL deals at face value. I really do. But I can't help but think about where this will wind up leading.
A quick conversation with my neighbor's nephew hit pretty close to home and had me digging through my own keepsakes to find something to pass along.
It wasn't the sorriest apology I've ever read. That doesn't mean it was good, though, as the Mariners outfielder spent entirely too much time talking about himself.
Turns out I need to adjust my not-yet-patented "Guide to Good Apologies" after a Bay Area chef showed the danger that comes when you can't seem to shut up.
When you're finished saying you're sorry, you should stop talking. Seriously. Just shut up.
While the Mariners were in the midst of a second straight sweep, I was providing a poop bag for a famous and amazing lady who is apparently a neighbor.
I should feel bad for the young gymnast whose attempt to buy Babe Ruth's old apartment was snuffed. I'm finding it hard, though.
How a scene from "Pulp Fiction" captures my current attempt to maintain my brain-dead enthusiasm for the Mariners recent acquisitions.
My six days in Seattle started with a meal that had special meaning and ended with a reminder of how fun baseball can be in that city.
Of course he will. My former co-worker dabbled in AI this past week, and all that proved is that Robot Jim is no match for the original.
I'm grateful for Cassidy Krug not just because she's an amazing person and great friend, but she's written a book that I'm finding incredibly helpful right now.
