Paulina Gretzky Gets Spicy In Bed, McCarthy's Dad Vs. Fiancée Part 2 & Aaron Boone's Niece Stirs The Pot
Whew. What a night. I haven't worked that hard in years.
Joe may have been boots on the ground in Detroit, but I was hands on the keyboard back in Florida, feverishly trying to figure out who the blonde bombshell was with Caleb Williams.
You pump out back-to-back classes touting your own record on identifying who the next viral star will be, and then Caleb emerges from his La Quinta with someone you've never seen before, and it all goes to shit.
Oh well. That's life as a blogger. No time to sulk. We have to spring into action and beat everyone else to the punch, which we thankfully did late yesterday. More on Alina Thyregod in just a bit, of course.
On that note, welcome to a Friday Nightcaps – the one where we decompress with Paulina Gretzky and then get back on the horse for Round 2. No rest for the weary, folks. It's all hands on deck right now.
I've been up blogging since 6 a.m., so let's get to work and make this quick. Strap in.
We'll check in with Paulina Gretzky today, because when she gets spicy in bed, it's news. Duh. We'll also dive back into the NFL Draft from last night because the #content was coming at us from all angles.
What else?
Well, we have our first flying car, so that gives me a nice happy medium for my whole Year of the Road Trip shtick. We'll also check in with JJ McCarthy's dad, Brock Bowers' dad, a couple more NFL Draft WAGs and an absolute UNIT down in the minors.
Fine! Maybe we'll also welcome golfer Charley Hull to class, because she's a rocket ready for lift-off and we love making stars around here.
Oh yeah – my gambling endeavors hit an all-time low last night. I've never suffered a worse beat. It's mind-boggling at this point. I'm convinced God is just BEGGING me to give it up.
I won't, though, because I'm an American and we don't back down until the house is gone and we're officially on the run.
Grab a drink and a pretzel for National Pretzel Day, and settle in for a mixed back Friday 'Cap!
Paulina Gretzky kicks things off from down under the covers
Look, I'd love to tie Paulina into today's class in some clever way, but I don't have the energy right now. LIV Golf is in Australia this weekend. That's about all I got. Otherwise, I'm out of energy.
I'm on Day 8 of my getting less fat by vacation diet/running routine, and my God do I need a carb. Good news, though – I'm down three pounds since last Thursday. That puts me seven away from glory. If we can keep up this pace, I should be back to bathing in starch by the second week of May. Thank God.
In the meantime, though, I'll just keep my head down, mouth shut, and continue to celebrate the return of Instagram embeds with Paulina Gretzky:
The Caleb Williams curveball was 12-6 filth
Welcome back, Paulina! Good to see you and DJ keeping things fresh in the bedroom despite just an awful showing at Augusta a few weeks ago. Keep pushing!
Now … back to the NFL Draft.
The content was overflowing last night. It started with a stunner from Caleb Williams that made me feel like a giant IDIOT, and ended with … well, it's actually still going. Ain't over yet. Nope. It's only just begun.
We'll start with Caleb Williams and Alina Thyregod. Imagine my surprise when the Bears' newest starter walked out of his hotel with her instead of her.
Yep. Two different people. He zigged when we zagged, which is sort of our calling card here at Nightcaps. That's on me.
Anyway, some quick digging brought me to Alina, a Danish girl who was somewhat of a high school sweetheart to Caleb. The two lost touch but found each other again recently. The rest is history. Unreal timing by Alina, too. Weird how that worked out.
Sometimes the stars just align. Am I right? Some folks are just naturally lucky, while others are like yours truly, who managed to lose a three-team parlay yesterday in the most gut-wrenching fashion possible.
Brewers win? Check.
Twins win? Check!
Padres win? Check!
Or so I thought.
The Padres were up 9-4 in the 8th inning against the Rockies – AKA the worst team in baseball not named the White Sox – and somehow lost, 10-9. Poooof. Parlay broken. Heart shattered. Bank account depleted.
What a streak.
Anyway, welcome to the show, Alina. Glad to have you aboard!
JJ McCarthy's dad, Brock Bowers' dad and the best of the rest from Day 1 of the NFL Draft
Can't wait to see what sort of content we get out of these two over the next few months until they inevitably break up.
Just kidding! Relax. That NEVER happens in these situations.
You know who ain't (I hope) breaking up? JJ McCarthy and the new First Lady of Minnesota, Katya Kuropas.
Those two – and JJ's dad – lead off our Best Of segment from the rest of last night's opening round.
Buckle up:
Minor league unit, flying cars & golfer Charley Hull takes us into a big weekend
What a few hours. It's amazing we could pack that much into it, but we did it. And we did it perfectly.
That's why this country is the best damn one on the planet. Where else in the world are you letting dad-banging-his-son's-girlfriend jokes fly on Twitter during an otherwise nice, wholesome family moment?
Nowhere. But that's why we dominate wars and dominate sports (minus soccer, but that doesn't count because we play football over here).
OK, rapid-fire time as we head into a big Friday night of shenanigans.
First up? Couple goodies from the diamond yesterday:
Goodness gracious. Welcome to the bigs, Savannah Boone! Hate your uncle, by the way. Not because of anything he's done recently, but he made me cry like a little girl back in the fall of 2003, and I'll never, ever forgive him for it.
PS: Tugboat Wilkinson is ELECTRIC. What a specimen.
Next? THIS is how you get me back in the air:
Don't know why, but that feels safer to me. Maybe it's because I'd be on four wheels, thus – in my head – having a better chance of landing if/when something goes wrong. Dunno. Whatever the reason, though, I'm all in.
Plus, you know, less of this:
I WILL CALL PETE RIGHT NOW!
What the hell is that gonna do? Isn't he still on his 10-month paternity leave?
Finally, on the way out, here's professional golfer Charley Hull ripping a dart on the course and firing off heaters on social media. Welcome to class. Can't believe it took this long!
Now, go have a weekend.
See you Monday.
OutKick Nightcaps is a daily column set to run Monday through Friday at 4 p.m. (roughly, we’re not robots).
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