User:Orangutang94/Philip Rivers

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Orangutang94/Philip Rivers
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Rivers right before he and his wife make yet another baby
No. 17
Position:Quarterback, baby maker, trash talker, dangnabbit!
Personal information
Born:
Height:6 ft 5 in
Weight:228 lb of pure joy, rage, and emotion
Career information
High school:Some football-worshiping place that puts all of its school budget into the game
College:NC State
NFL Draft:2004 / Round: 1 / Pick: 4
Career history
Career highlights and awards
NFL records:
  • Most babies made, monogamous marriage[1]
  • Least amount of swear words uttered
  • Best stats to have never played in the Super Bowl[2]
Career NFL statistics
TDINT:Good, until it matters 😅
Passing yards:Yes 😁😏
Completion
percentage:
Decent 😏
Passer rating:Decent 😏
Rushing yards:HA! 😜🤪
Temper tantrums:Hoo boy.. 😅
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Children:😃😃
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Super Bowls:>:-( 😤😤
Player stats at NFL.com

Philip Froggin' Michael Dadgum Rivers is a former fluffin' American football quarterback, terrific trash talker, baby hoarder, God-fearin', Pope-hailin', goodie-two-shoes family man, and gosh darn legend who never sniffed or even played for the darn Lombardi Trophy. He spent most of his whole dang career with them San Diego Chargers, even stayin' in good ol' San Diego to continue raisin' his children right when Dean Spanos moved the team two hours north up Interstate 5 to the land of heathens. When he couldn't take it any fluffin' longer, Rivers and his clan migrated east as he got a gig with the Indianapolis Colts for a year, before they rode off into the sunset as he collected them prissy pension checks from the League.

Never one to swear, dangnabbit, Rivers was still one heck of a trash talker off and on the gridiron. In fact, he was one giddy mother-lover who wore his dang emotions on his sleeve one million percent, putting in all the PG-rated substitutes in the world for those baaaaaaad words to either express his radiant joy or blow his gosh-darn top while turning redder than a tomato. Rivers got so many funny faces, in fact, you could send whatever text message y'all want with 'em!

Rivers is also known for having so many fluffin' children he could start a whole dang football team with 'em. This man and his wife are so fertile you could either repopulate earth with them alone, or as them liberal global warming extremists say, bring on "overpopulation" or somethin'. But hey, if he got good seed, then you might as well repopulate the planet with it and let his offspring box out all the bad seed!

Early childhood, dangnabbit[edit | edit source]

Philip Michael Rivers was born into a gosh darn lovin' Catholic family down in Sweet Home Alabama, bein' taught by his daddy and momma on how to love Jesus, Mary, the Pope, family, and football. You woulda expected the Rivers clan to be Baptist like everyone else in 'Bama, but thaa's racist!

Rivers was so gosh darn good at throwin' the football that he could sling that thing sidearm. He was so good he got all the ladies' attention even as a high school player! But his momma and daddy done taught him right, and Philip put his faith first and worked on his craft before fallin' for those heathen ladies. Even got himself one of them scholar ships or whatever they call 'em, but as one of the best to ever sling the football in Alabama high school football, that "school ship" got him into NC State!

Goin' to fluffin' college[edit | edit source]

Well, over at NC State, Rivers played some dang good football! His high school sweetheart Tiff, a sweet girl who he met in middle school and shared his love for Jesus, even followed him to college to study.. well, whatever she wanted, cause she was just there to be there with good ol' Phil! And bein' so dang traditional, she was gonna let him take home all the bacon. Whaddya know, Phil and Tiff got married while they were still in college at the ripe ol' age of 19 and 18, then had their first kid one year later 'cause they were so gosh darn horny! Holy moley, they couldn't even drink alcohol unless it was out of a gosh darn communion cup! Is that even legal? Well, down south it is.

Right, and aside from getting married to his middle school sweetheart so dang young it sounds imposturous and mind-blowin' to all them Gen Z'er heathens,[3] what in tarnation did Philip Rivers also do in college? Well, he shattered darn near every school record and had some fluffin' good college stats and made himself blip on the NFL's radar[4].. but NC State ain't never been invited to the stupid Rose Bowl! What in tarnation was even this college championship system?? It don't even make sense!

Well, Philip Rivers never won a national championship in college, but he didn't care too much. At least not yet.

Playin' in the dang league[edit | edit source]

Rivers did so well, they dang near thought he'd be the top player off the board! But then some feller named Eli Mannin', who apparently was the kid brother to Peyton Manning, decided to be all fussy and didn't wanna go down to San Diego, cause of some stupid urban legend he heard about that town and team. What was it, some guy named Ryan Leaf who was such a douche he flamed out of the league, but it was all San Diego's fault? Or the Chargers franchise bein' cursed or somethin'?

Well, if Eli didn't wanna go down there because of some spooky ghost story, then shoot! Phil Rivers was gonna go down there! What's the worst that could happen? San Diego had that good weather and was a more conservative version of LA, right? Can't be too bad! Phil was gonna make them Chargers proud!

San Diego, part one[edit | edit source]

Well hol' up. Rivers ain't gonna start right away due to some quarterback named Drew Brees already bein' there. Some short guy who stank at throwin' the ball? Well, it's only a matter of time before Rivers took over for this fluffin' midget.

Well, sheesh! The midget actually did good this year and the Chargers actually went from worst in the league to pretty darn good! All Rivers had to do was sit tight and chill for a bit. And look at Eli over there with them New York Giants, he fumblin' the ball just by tryin' to throw it! And he lost all the games he started! Who's gonna be the next Ryan Leaf now, you goof?

San Diego, part two[edit | edit source]

Playin' for the heathens in LA[edit | edit source]

Indianapolis, part one[edit | edit source]

Retirement[edit | edit source]

"Hey look! Grandpa's playin' quarterback!"[edit | edit source]

Gah-lee, will he ever win the big one?[edit | edit source]

At this rate, no. Sadly, even fluffin' J. P. Losman, who stunk so bad in the NFL, won one in the diddling UFL! GAH-LEE GO DING IT!

Philip Rivers angry face.jpeg

Well.. maybe he can finally win one as a coach, but it's ain't the froggin' same!

Personal life, dadgummit[edit | edit source]

Rivers is still married to Tiff after all these years and they now have a whole school bus worth of kids, with even more on the way. Jesus sure did provide for them a marriage so mind-blowin' it causes darn near every Gen Z heathen to short-circuit. Some of those kids even have some of their own kids, and through marryin' so young, too!

Because Phil and Tiff were so froggin' fertile, the US Government offered the Rivers family a boatload of money to resettle in desolate places in the country where ain't nobody havin' kids or even gettin' married the traditional way. They tried to relocate them to West Virginia and even Upstate New York, even gettin' J. D. Vance and the Buffalo Bills involved with the Upstate NY bid.[5] But realizin' his kids would be forced into incest due to the low numbers of Bible-believin' young folk around their age, and also realizin' he'd have to become head coach for the Bills, Rivers declined and decided to stay down south. Sheeeeeeew, could you imagine?

See also, dangnabbit[edit | edit source]

Fluffin' sidenotes[edit | edit source]

  1. Travis Henry and Tyreek Hill have him beat, but they been spreading their seed around indiscriminately. Those Jezebel heathens..
  2. Hol' up! At the rate they're goin', fluffin' Josh Allen or Lamar Jackson might surpass him. Gah-Lee!
  3. Well, the good book says you gotta get married to have sex!
  4. See, good ol' Tiff was right! She could just ride on her husband's coattails as he made it to the Big Leagues
  5. Gah-Lee! Did you think they'd actually consider West Virginia?