I feel neglected. My father loves me, I guess, but not as much as Todd Gerleman (left) of Iowa loves his son. That’s because Gerleman supplied his son with steroids and needles in order to “motivate” him about sports. What solid parenting! I like sports, Dad why didn’t you want to motivate me like this! I could have been the professional baseball player my body is sculpted for, but NO! my father had to provide me nutritional meals. I feel ripped off. My destiny was averted.
It seems that Gerleman’s 14 year old son (!) didn’t take well with the steroids, assaulting his mother presumably a side-affect from the steroids. When investigators came to her house, they found a syringe and 105 pills in the boy’s bedroom. Now, call me crazy, but I feel like there have to easier (and cheaper) ways to motivate your son. Why not promise an Xbox? Hell, even a hooker costs less than steroids, (at least in my experience).
I wonder if Gerleman was trying to over the ridiculousness of his name which I can’t imagine sounds good over a loudspeaker. “And it is GIRLY-MAN on the tackle!”
While cruising around the Dallas area in his white Range Rover and stopped at a light, Michael Irvin noticed the car next to him was lowering its window, as though to talk to him. So he lowered his and then noticed that the other car’s occupants were pointing a semiautomatic gun at him. “
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