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On today' Daily Puck Drop, Jason “Puck” Puckett and the Go-2-Guy Jim Moore open up the show reacting to the Josh Naylor press conference.  Puck and Jim were in such awe how he handled himself and how he thanked the fans.  Bringing Naylor back is one of the best moves the Mariners or any Seattle team has ever made. Puck also shares with Jim the hilarious news that he was sent an email by iHeart Radio informing him that he could submit his podcast to be nominated for the best sports podcast in the country! Nominees will be announced in January and the awards ceremony is in March. Puck and Jim would DO ANYTHING to be nominated and maybe win and then they would erect a billboard across from iHeart Seattle with their accomplishments! “In the Bloody Trenches” with Rob Staton, SeahawksDraftBlog.comjoins Puck to discuss the Seahawks narrow loss to the Rams and dismal performance from Sam Darnold.  How much trust and belief have people lost with Darnold moving forward in big games?  One major positive coming out of Sunday's loss was the performance of the defense and how spectacular they were in shutting down Matt StaffordPuck plays the best of Inside Pitch with Ryan Divish, Seattle Times and Old Crimson with Jim and former WSU All-American safety Paul Sorensen.   The full podcast with Divish is available for Puck's Posse members at PuckSports.com and Old Crimson can be found on YouTube/Pucksports.  “On This Day…” covers a significant birthday and the invention of this popular breakfast item. Puck wraps up with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”   The college football playoff rankings show is a sham. (1:00) Puck and Jim (43:08) Rob Staton, SeahawksDraftBlog.com  (1:05:02) 5 Minutes w/ “Inside Pitch” Ryan Divish and “Old Crimson” w/ Paul Sorensen and Jim Moore (1:13:50) “On This Day….” (1:17:11) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

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On today's Daily Puck Drop, Jason "Puck" Puckett starts off Thursday's show with headlines:  Cal Raleigh hopeful MVP announcement tonight, Seahawks injury update, Pac-12 media deal and big change at Washington State. Mike Garafolo, NFL Network stops by for his weekly visit and they breakdown the Seahawks/Rams game and discuss how much pressure is on Sam Darnold this week.  In other notes around the NFL, more drama in Philadelphia and what is going on in Pittsburgh with Aaron Rogers. Mitch Levy from the MitchUnfiltered podcast joins Puck for KJ-Arent's.  They cover everything from the Seahawks/Rams, Seahawks wins this year, Russell Wilson's new Cameo account, Larry Kings message for Mitch and will Cal Raleigh win the MVP?  Full show ONLY available for Puck's Posse members.  JOIN TODAY at PuckSports.comPuck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”    Puck feels very confident that Cal Raleigh will win the MVP (1:00) Puck (5:30) Mike Garafolo, NFL Network (37:28) KJ-Arent's w/ Mitch Levy (52:14) “On This Day….” (56:18) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

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On today's Daily Puck Drop, Jason "Puck" Puckett starts off the show with the headlines of the day, including MLB Free Agency getting underway today and what that means for the Seattle Mariners. Mike Garafolo, NFL Network pays Puck his weekly appearance where they wrap up the NFL trade deadline, thoughts on the Seahawks and did they have one more big trade in them with the Raiders?   Plus, tragedy hits the league and where would Mike put the Seahawks if he were ranking them?It's Thursday and another edition of KJ-Arent's LIVE with Mitch Levy.  The entire show airs during the live DPD, but once the show is over it's just for Puck's Posse members. Sign up at PuckSports.com.  They discuss everything from Mariners free agency, Sam Darnold, Mina Kimes, Tarik Skubal and a super model divorces her NFL husband because he was “too large.” Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”    Ja Morant is the worst thing about an individual in a team sport. (1:00) Puck (7:58) Mike Garafolo, NFL Network (38:08) KJ-Arent's w/ Mitch Levy  (58:04) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

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On today's Daily Puck Drop, Jason "Puck" Puckett starts on Thursday's shows with headlines, Cal Raleigh was voted on by his peers as the best player in baseball, Julian Love may hit the IR with a lingering hamstring issue and Puck promotes past shows this week from John Canzano, Ryan Divish and Rob Staton.  Mike Garafolo, NFL Network drops by to talk NFL trade deadline, how aggressive will the Seahawks be, guards on the market, Commander's QB Jayden Daniels status for Sunday and top Dad tax candy for Halloween.  Then it's another edition of “KJ-Arent's” with Mitch Levy. Puck and Mitch cover everything from the World Series, to the NBA betting scandal and the future of Jedd Fisch.  To watch or listen to the whole episode you have to sign up to become a Puck's Posse member at PuckSports.ocm Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”    Great moment in last nights World Series game that every parent can appreciate. (1:00) Puck (5:30)  Mike Garafolo, NFL Network (38:37) KJ-Arent's w/ Mitch Levy (50:56)  “Hey, What the Puck!” 

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On today's Daily Puck Drop, Jason "Puck" Puckett starts off the show discussing last nights demoralizing loss to the Toronto Blue Jays in game three. How will the Mariners respond in game four and have the Blue Jays found some new confidence moving forward in the series?Puck switches to the NFL and welcomes Mike Garafolo, NFL Network for his weekly chat. They discuss the Seahawks win over the Jags, preview of the Texans, why the running game is struggling, a wide open NFC and who are the surprise teams in the league?It's Thursday and that means “KJ-Arent's” with Mitch Levy, host of the MitchUnfiltered podcast. They moan and groan about Wednesday's Mariners beatdown and how they feel moving forward in the series. Mitch is concerned about George Kirby and Puck tries to ease his concern. Plus, Puck and Mitch chat about why the Seahawks can't win away from home.  The FULL “KJ-Arent's” is ONLY available to Puck's Posse members. Join today at PuckSports.com to get complete access. Puck gets back to baseball and previews game four between the M's and the Blue Jays. Will Max Scherzer turn the clock back tonight?Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”    Lineup change needed for Dan Wilson (1:00) Puck briefly touches on game three and the train wreck that it was (6:40) Mike Garafolo, NFL Network (32:15) KJ-Arent's w/ Mitch Levy (46:33) Puck previews game four between Seattle/Toronto  (54:19) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

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On today's Daily Puck Drop, Jason "Puck" Puckett begins the show chatting about yesterday's game four loss to Detroit and now they turn their attention to game five in Seattle with Tarik Skubal on the mound.  Mariners fans are nervous and justifiably so. But, as Puck points out, if you asked Mariners fans before the season started would you take an elimination game at home we all would sign up for it.  Puck also says it's clear to him who should start on Friday and it's Luis Castillo.  Puck then welcomes Mike Garafolo, NFL Network to talk about all the top storylines in the NFL, including the Seahawks loss at home against the Buccaneers and there matchup this week against Jacksonville. Puck and Mike also discuss the year of the reclamation quarterback project in the NFL.   The Raiders are in a free fall, would they make Maxx Crosby available at the deadline?  If so, Seattle should pounce!  They also chat about the Ravens “must win” against the Rams and Baker Mayfield's MVP campaign and are the Bucs for real in the NFC?Brad Adam and Puck did a ROOT Sports After Dark Post-Game Show on Wednesday, Puck played a portion of that show back on Thursday where Puck and Brad discussed some of Dan Wilson's bullpen decisions and who should start Friday. It's another edition of KJ-Arent's with Mitch Levy, host of the MitchUnfiltered podcast.   Mitch and Puck are real nervous for Friday and won't be able to sleep until the first pitch on Friday. The full KJ-Arent's with Mitch is ONLY available to Puck's Posse members at PuckSports.com.  Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”    Easy decision, start Luis Castillo (1:00) Puck (17:15) Mike Garafolo, NFL Network (40:00) Brad Adam (51:15 ) KJ-Arent's w/ Mitch Levy (1:03:59 )  “Hey, What the Puck!” 

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On today' Daily Puck Drop, Jason “Puck” Puckett starts off the show with the Go-2-Guy Jim Moore and the boys are excited for the possibility the Mariners can clinch a spot in the ALCS!  Logan Gilbert was fantastic in game three, the offense woke up, and they discuss how confident they are in Bryce Miller getting the ball in game four.  The boys also discuss the Mariners fan catching Cal's HR ball, the crying M's fan from game two and the FOX broadcast being awful! Puck then welcomes Ryan Divish of the Seattle Times for his “Inside Pitch” weekly visit.  Divish and Puck chat about Gilbert's performance in game three and how dominant he was. They also discuss Bryce Miller taking the ball in game four and Puck is confident he will pitch well.  Also, all hands are on deck for Dan Wilson tonight, including, potentially George Kirby.  The full podcast ONLY available for Puck's Posse members.  Join today at PuckSports.com Puck then switches to college football and plays a portion of “Old Crimson” Cougars podcast with the Go-2-Guy and former All-American safety Paul Sorensen.   Puck plays a portion of the podcast as they preview the Cougs game against Ole Miss.  The full podcast available on YouTube and a free audio version on Puck's Posse page at PuckSports.com.  Time for a little Seahawks as Puck welcomes “Inside the Bloody Trenches” with Rob Staton, SeahawksDraftBlog.com.  Seahawks coming off a tough loss to the Bucs at home…again.  What is leading to all the home losses?  How good do we think the defense really is?  And look out, Seahawks have to travel to Jacksonville and they all of sudden look real good. Lastly, Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”   Enjoy today, baseball fans! (1:00) Puck and Jim (36:00) Inside Pitch with Ryan Divish, Seattle Times (47:00) Old Crimson” with Paul Sorensen and the Go-2-Guy  (55:12) Rob Staton, SeahawksDraftBlog.com  (1:19:46) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

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Investigative journalists Mandy Matney and Liz Farrell shine a light on the viral incident now known as Squires-Gate where kids were held at gunpoint by a cop on Hilton Head Island When off-duty Beaufort County Sheriff's Deputy Billy Squires pulled a gun on a group of teens and dragged them across the street, uproar led to silence from officials. Sheriff P.J. Tanner has not addressed the misconduct, and the system seemed more interested in protecting its own than protecting children. Mandy and Liz walk listeners through the chilling footage, the sheriff's troubling response, and the tangled web of “good ole boy” networks that have kept the Lowcountry under the grip of unchecked power for decades. But beyond the headlines and hashtags, this episode centers the victims — the terrified teenagers whose trauma has been met with indifference by those sworn to serve and protect. Plus a little update from Horry County on (38:58) Weldon Boyd....  So much to cover, so let's dive in!

On today's Daily Puck Drop, Jason "Puck" Puckett starts off the show revisiting his conversation with Ryan Divish of the Seattle Times from Wednesday's show and looking ahead to the playoffs and who will be on the playoff roster.  Thursday marks a great day for baseball fans with three winner take all games!  Mike Garafolo, NFL Network joins Puck to discuss the top storylines from the NFL. Injuries are mounting in San Francisco.  Will Riq Woolen be traded?  What does Mike think of the latest drama with Sheduer Sanders in Cleveland?It's another episode of “KJ-Arent's” with Mitch Levy, MitchUnfiltered podcast.  The entire show aires in it's entirety during the LIVE Daily Puck Drop. But, once the show is over, to watch and listen to the full show, go to PuckSports.com and sign up to be a Puck's Posse member.  Puck and Mitch cover everything from the M's playoffs getting underway on Saturday and who they think will start game one.  Mitch is also very nervous if they face Detroit and game one has him especially nervous. Why?  They also talk Ryder Cup and Puck shares the most cringe worthy video from the event. Brad Adam, formerly of ROOT Sports, joins Puck for his weekly visit to discuss the closure of the network and how it has effected him and all the men and women who have worked there for so many years. Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”   The Mariners are legit and they know it(1:00) Puck on the M's playoffs (8:05) Mike Garafolo, NFL Network (35:18) KJ-Arent's w/ Mitch Levy (46:07 ) Brad Adam (1:09:20 ) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

O ministro Edson Fachin tomou posse nesta segunda-feira, 29, como presidente do Supremo Tribunal Federal (STF), com a promessa de uma gestão discreta e de reforço à colegialidade. O ministro Alexandre de Moraes assumiu a vice-presidência da Corte. Em seu discurso, Fachin defendeu a “contenção” e a separação dos poderes, mas com diálogos “republicanos”, sinalizando que pretende manter a presidência do STF afastada do debate político, sem no entanto fechar os canais de contato institucionais. "O antecessor, Luis Roberto Barroso, vinha da advocacia, então era muito falante e com discursos muito bem-escritos. Fachin foi professor e procurador e é mais 'voltado pra dentro'. Seu discurso foi muito correto, abordou todos os temas, mas sem estridência; ele já imprime um estilo de seus dois anos de presidência no STF. Mandou recados variados para Legislativo, Executivo e sociedade mas também para dentro da Corte. Deixou claro que será um presidente apolítico, voltado para o Direito e a Constituição", diz Eliane.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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O ministro Luiz Edson Fachin, do STF, tomou posse nesta segunda-feira, 29, como presidente da Corte. Fachin foi eleito simbolicamente para o cargo em 13 de agosto e vai comandar o Supremo no lugar de Luís Roberto Barroso. Além disso, Alexandre de Moraes assumiu a vice-presidência do STF, no lugar do próprio Fachin. Os dois ministros ficarão à frente do Supremo por dois anos.Felipe Moura Brasil, Duda Teixeira e Ricardo Kertzman comentam:Papo Antagonista é o programa que explica e debate os principais acontecimentos do   dia com análises críticas e aprofundadas sobre a política brasileira e seus bastidores.     Apresentado por Felipe Moura Brasil, o programa traz contexto e opinião sobre os temas mais quentes da atualidade.     Com foco em jornalismo, eleições e debate, é um espaço essencial para quem busca informação de qualidade.     Ao vivo de segunda a sexta-feira às 18h.    Apoie o jornalismo Vigilante: 10% de desconto para audiência do Papo Antagonista  https://bit.ly/papoantagonista  Siga O Antagonista no X:  https://x.com/o_antagonista   Acompanhe O Antagonista no canal do WhatsApp. Boletins diários, conteúdos exclusivos em vídeo e muito mais.  https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Va2SurQHLHQbI5yJN344  Leia mais em www.oantagonista.com.br | www.crusoe.com.br 

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On today's Daily Puck Drop, Jason "Puck" Puckett begins Thursday's show discussing last night's Mariners win and how sensational it was to be there in person and he lays out the latest playoff scenarios.  The Seahawks have a big game against Arizona tonight and Mike Garafolo, NFL Network, joins Puck for his weekly visit to chat about the Seahawks and Cardinals, plus other news and notes across the NFL like the Lions win over the Ravens, the rampant injuries in the league, the Russell Wilson benching and how the league views Wilson and how fans, media and the front office feels about Wilson?It's another Thursday and that means a visit from Mitch Levy, MitchUnfiltered podcast and KJ-Arent's.  The entire show airs during the LIVE Daily Puck Drop starting at 10am, however, once the show is over the only way to watch and listen to the entire episode is to become a Puck's Posse member at PuckSports.com.  On this weeks show the fellas cover the Mariners historic win, playoff chances, the man who caught Cal Raleigh's 60th home run ball, World Series odds, Mariners expectations for the playoffs and the Seahawks must win in Arizona on Thursday night. Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”    It doesn't seem real what the Mariners are doing right now, does it? (1:00) Puck opens with thoughts on an amazing night for the Mariners  (5:45) Mike Garafolo, NFL Network  (42:36) Puck celebrates the Mariners historic night (56:05) KJ-Arent's w/ Mitch Levy (1:08:46)  “Hey, What the Puck!” 

On today's Daily Puck Drop, Jason "Puck" Puckett starts off the show briefly chatting about last night's Mariners gut punch and an enormous start coming up on Thursday for Luis Castillo. Mike Garafolo from the NFL Network drops by to discuss all things NFL. Mike shares his thoughts on the Seahawks win over the Steelers, the mounting QB injuries in the NFL, Brock Purdy vs. Mac Jones, Packers/Chargers elite play, Tom Brady in the Raiders coaching booth, Tush Push controversy and Mike McDaniel's time winding down in Miami. Puck heads to Kansas City to chat with Brad Adam of ROOT Sports as the Mariners conclude their three-game series against the Royals.  They react to Wednesday's rough loss, Castillo's road woes, Suarez bounce back game and another foolish base running mistake by Julio. On another edition of KJ-Arent's, Puck and Mitch talk everything from the Seahawks, Mariners, and rivalries.  The full show airs during the live broadcast, but once it's over the only way to watch or listen to the full show is to join Puck's Posse at PuckSports.com. Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”    I'm not sure what Jimmy Rogers is up to, but I hope he's right.  (1:00) Puck  (4:02) Mike Garafolo, NFL Network  (34:00) Brad Adam, ROOT Sports  (59:07) KJ-Arent's w/ Mitch Levy  (1:10:12) “Hey, What the Puck!”

On today' Daily Puck Drop, Jason “Puck” Puckett is joined by the Go-2-Guy Jim Moore as they chat about Cal's historic night and they are joined by former college football reporter Bud Withers, who has a new book out about the Apple Cup called, “To Be Good To Be Through.”   Puck and Jim remain as it's time for the “Old Crimson” podcast where they discuss the North Texas loss, Jimmy Rogers handling of the QB situation and a preview of the Apple Cup. Puck heads back to baseball to welcome MLB Insider Ryan Divish from the Seattle Times to discuss Cal's historic night and his chances for the MVP.  Puck only plays a portion of the Divish podcast during the DPD, to watch and listen to the full show, join Puck's Posse at PuckSports.com.  Puck and Divish discuss the postseason and debate who will be in the starting rotation and the depth of their lineup. “Inside the Bloody Trenches” with Rob Staton, SeahawksDraftBlog.comsits down with Puck to chat about the Seahawks win vs. Pittsburgh, Sam Darnold's performance, Geno Smith supporters, Robbie Outzs , Ken Walker revival, winning at home and Grey ZabelLastly, Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”   The Apple Cup should survive and still be played. (1:00) Puck is joined by Jim and Bud Withers to discuss his new book about the Apple Cup  (37:53) “Old Crimson” podcast with Puck, Jim and Paul Sorensen (54:20)  MLB Insider Ryan Divish (1:03:20) “Inside the Bloody Trenches” with Rob Staton (1:29:00) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

On today's Daily Puck Drop, Jason "Puck" Puckett is joined by the Thursday regulars, NFL Network's Mike Garafolo, Brad Adam, ROOT Sports and a LIVE appearance of KJ-Arent's with Mitch Levy, Mitch Unfiltered podcast. The show opens with Puck celebrating the M's walk-off win on Wednesday and the heroics of Leo Rivas!    Puck then welcomes Mike Garafolo, NFL Network to the show and they cover all the storylines from week one including Aaron Rogers Steelers performance, Justin Fields looking great, the Seahawks miserable opener, DK's revenge game against Seattle, the mounting 49ers injuries, Jalen Carter suspension/fine and Lamar Jackson shoving a fan. Puck heads back to baseball and Brad Adam, ROOT Sports jumps on the Josh Naylor contract train with Puck!  What a difference the week makes for the Mariners as they continue to chase down the Astros.  Brad and Puck discuss the role moving forward at second base and expect to see more of Rivas and Polanco as Cole Young continues to struggle late in the season.   Also, it's crazy to think, but Brad and Puck have a big concern with the starters as the season winds down. Finally, it's another edition of KJ-Arent's with Mitch Levy from Mitch Unfiltered podcast.  They discuss everything from Josh Naylor contract which annoys Mitch  to the Mariners pursuit of the Astros, the Seahawks week one loss and Puck joins Mitch's betting contest, “Beat the boys!”  The full show airs during the live Daily Puck Drop, but the full podcast is available for Puck's Posse members at PuckSports.com.   Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”    (1:00) Puck opens the show and celebrates the heroics of Leo Rivas!  (6:00) Mike Garafolo, NFL Network (30:19) Brad Adam, ROOT Sports (50:57) KJ-Arent's w/ Mitch Levy (1:03:29) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

On today' Daily Puck Drop, Jason “Puck” Puckett is joined by his Wednesday regulars, the “Old Crimson” podcast with former WSU All-American safety Paul Sorensen and Jim Moore. Plus, Puck's MLB Insider Ryan Divish, Seattle Times and he talks Seahawks with Rob Staton, SeahawksDraftBlog.com Puck opens the show celebrating last night's Mariners win, which pulls them within one game of the Houston Astros. Puck also begs the Mariners to sign his spirit animal, Josh Naylor to a contract this offseason…don't let him go! After Puck wraps up with the M's, he talks Cougars football with the “Old Crimson” podcast with Jim Moore and Paul Sorensen.  Jim is distracted and drinking on this weeks show because he's about to tee it up and play golf in Bend, but he does squeeze time in to talk about the Cougars win over San Diego State and the week one improvement from the team.  They also chat about the play of Jaxon Potter, the renewed running game, their physical defense and what are the goals for Jimmy Rogers in year one. Puck heads back to baseball and brings on his MLB Insider Ryan Divish from the Seattle Times. On this week's Divish Light, Puck and Ryan address what a difference a week makes for the Mariners and the amount of pressure the Mariners were playing with on their last road trip and the difference a healthy Victor Robles means to this team.  To watch and listen to the full Divish podcast, join the Puck's Posse at PuckSports.com to get full access. From the Mariners to the Seahawks and Rob Staton from SeahawksDraftBlog.comjoins Puck to react to the Seahawks week one loss to the 49ers, Riq Woolen's performance, the anemic offense and a preview of Seahawks/Steelers. Lastly, Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?” An Associated Press college football reporter embarrasses themselves.  (1:00) Puck professes his love for Josh Naylor (15:34)  “Old Crimson” podcast with Puck, Jim and Paul Sorensen (47:00) MLB Insider Ryan Divish (59:30) “Inside the Bloody Trenches” with Rob Staton (1:29:00) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

On today's Daily Puck Drop, Jason "Puck" Puckett is joined by NFL Network's Mike Garafolo, Brad Adam of ROOT Sports and “KJ-Arent's” with Mitch Levy, Mitch Unfiltered podcast. Puck opens the show briefly discussing another Mariners loss and George Kirby losing his cool on the mound.  Puck than pivots to Mike Garafolo, NFL Network to discuss Mike's breaking news that Abe Lucas has agreed to a contract extension with Seattle.  Puck and Mike also discuss if talks are close with Charles Cross and will they get something done with Ken Walker?  Mike also gives his predictions on the upcoming season, including the Super Bowl (Seahawks fans won't be happy), MVP, rookie of the year and how he sees Seattle doing this season under Mike Macdonald. Brad Adam, ROOT Sports, checks in from Atlanta as the M's have an off day.  The M's are limping toward the finish line and George Kirby is the latest M's pitcher to get hammered. On this weeks, sneak peek of “KJ-Arent's”, Puck and Mitch discuss Mitch getting caught in a haboob while driving in Arizona and they do their best to avoid the M's and they chat about the Cougs and Huskies and how much money they think Demond Williams is getting paid.   To watch/listen to the full episode, sign up for Puck's Posse for $5/month to get full access at PuckSports.com!  Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?”   George Kirby acted like a child on the mound (1:00) Puck opens the show talking another Mariners loss and George Kirby tantrum (4:54) Mike Garafolo, NFL Network  (32:35) Brad Adam, ROOT Sports  (53:05) KJ-Arent's w/ Mitch Levy  (1:08:50) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

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On today' Daily Puck Drop, Jason “Puck” Puckett is joined by the Go-2-Guy, Jim Moore, Ryan Divish of the Seattle Times, Rob Staton from SeahawksDraftBlog.com and the “Old Crimson” returns with Puck, Jim and former Cougars All-American safety Paul Sorensen. Puck and the Go-2-Guy open the show lamenting the Mariners and wonder if they are going to make the playoffs and will it come down to the final game of the season!  MLB Insider Ryan Divish, Seattle Times joins Puck from Tampa, to discuss the Mariners woes on the road, their playoff chances, the struggles of the pitching staff, team meetings, Luis Castillo struggles and fatigue setting in for the M's.   Puck gives you a sneak peak of this weeks Divish podcast, but the full podcast is available for Puck's Posse members at PuckSports.com! Puck switches gears and covers the Seahawks with Rob Staton, SeahawksDraftBlog.com.  What is the outlook for this season?  Can they win the division? The NFC doesn't look scary.   And, can Sam Darnold be the guy?Over to college football, and the boys on the “Old Crimson” podcast dissect the week one win over Idaho.  Lots of Cougar fans, including Puck and Jim came away nervous about the rest of the season, but Paul is here to yell at those two and tell them to relax!  They chat about the decision to go with Jaxon Potter, Jimmy Rogers coaching debut and what happened to the physical running game we expected?Lastly, Puck wraps up the show with, “Hey, What the Puck!?” M's, don't do this to me and us this year….please! (1:00) Puck and Jim lament over another M's loss on the road (23:10) MLB Insider Ryan Divish (44:00) “Inside the Bloody Trenches” with Rob Staton (1:17:05) “Old Crimson” podcast with Puck, Jim and Paul Sorensen (1:59:15) “Hey, What the Puck!” 

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After visiting with Vladimir Putin, Volodymyr Zelensky, and European leaders, where does Donald Trump stand on the Ukraine-Russia war—and where does that leave Ukraine? Guest:  Tim Mak, editor of the Kyiv-based publication The Counteroffensive. Want more What Next? Subscribe to Slate Plus to access ad-free listening to the whole What Next family and across all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts by clicking “Try Free” at the top of our show page. Sign up now at slate.com/whatnextplus to get access wherever you listen. Podcast production by Ethan Oberman, Elena Schwartz, Paige Osburn, Anna Phillips, Madeline Ducharme, and Rob Gunther. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

After visiting with Vladimir Putin, Volodymyr Zelensky, and European leaders, where does Donald Trump stand on the Ukraine-Russia war—and where does that leave Ukraine? Guest:  Tim Mak, editor of the Kyiv-based publication The Counteroffensive. Want more What Next? Subscribe to Slate Plus to access ad-free listening to the whole What Next family and across all your favorite Slate podcasts. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts by clicking “Try Free” at the top of our show page. Sign up now at slate.com/whatnextplus to get access wherever you listen. Podcast production by Ethan Oberman, Elena Schwartz, Paige Osburn, Anna Phillips, Madeline Ducharme, and Rob Gunther. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices