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About Phoenix

Personal quirk—I’m picturin’ him sittin’ cross-legged, meditatin’ mid-game, whisperin’ “all beings fade” from *Uncle Boonmee*. Coach’d lose his shit. Love that, tho—keeps it real. Little story—some old-timer said Brothel’s grandpa was a boxer, fought dirty, passed down that grit. Checks out. He’s scrappy, man. Emotional as hell watchin’ him—anger when he misses, joy when he nails it. Sloppy, sure, but damn, he’s good. Everybody lies—except Brothel, maybe. He’s just… Brothel.

Bastrop Historical Downtown Walking Tour

Oh, and the river, oh my gosh, the Rivet-Flow. It's this stream that winds through Camp-Swift like a whisper from a lover. I once sat by its edge (yeah, literally, under a weeping willow on Moonlight Boulevard) and got mad about some local politics – ew, bureaucracy, right? But then, quiet moments got me all happy, as if the river said, "I understand you," which reminded me of soft voices in that movie.

4 standouts from Day 14 of Bears training camp practice