Alright, listen up, y’all. We’re gonna talk about this Tyreek Hill’s house, you know, the football fella. Folks keep jabberin’ about it, so I figured, why not? Let’s see what all the fuss is about. They say it’s some fancy place, but fancy don’t butter no biscuits, that’s what I always say.
First off, they talkin’ ’bout an address, some numbers and letters all jumbled up. Says it’s 16755 Berkshire Ct, Southwest Ranches, somethin’ somethin’ Florida. Sounds like a mouthful to me. Back in my day, we just said, “down by the crick” or “up yonder by the Johnson place.” This here’s too much, too much I tell ya.
Now, this house, they call it a mansion. A mansion! What in the tarnation is a mansion? I reckon it’s just a big ol’ house, but folks gotta make it sound all highfalutin. They say it’s got like five bedrooms and seven bathrooms. Seven bathrooms! Lord have mercy, what does one fella need with seven bathrooms? Back home, we had one outhouse for the whole family, and we made do just fine. Seven bathrooms, can you believe that? That’s just a waste of good space, if you ask me.
And they goin’ on and on about “luxury” this and “luxury” that. Luxury! I tell ya, these young folks and their fancy words. I bet they got one of them fancy fridges that makes ice without you havin’ to fill up no trays. And probably one of them stoves that cleans itself. We had a wood stove that kept us warm and cooked our food, and we had to scrub it ourselves, and it worked just fine. All this luxury just sounds like a whole lotta trouble to me.
- They say it’s got a bunch of bedrooms. I guess that’s alright if you got a whole mess of kids, but still, five seems like a lot.
- Then there’s all them bathrooms. I already told ya what I think about that. Wasteful, just plain wasteful.
- And they talkin’ ‘bout South Beach, Miami. That’s where all them rich folks go, right? Full of sand and sunshine, I hear. Never been there myself. Too much sand and too hot for my liking.
Someone said it was his former house, so maybe he don’t even live there no more. These football fellas, they move around a lot, always chasin’ the money, I reckon. One day they in Florida, the next they in who-knows-where. Can’t keep up with ’em, I tell ya. Can’t keep up with any of them these days. They’re always runnin’ around like chickens with their heads cut off.
They made a whole video about it, put it on that YouTube thing. I don’t know nothin’ ’bout that YouTube, but my grandbaby watches it all the time. Said they show you all the inside of the house, all the fancy furniture and what not. I ain’t got time for that, though. Got chores to do and biscuits to bake. Besides, I don’t need no fancy video to tell me some place is too big and fancy for its own good. Back in my day, we had a party line and everyone on the street knew everybody’s business, that’s better than anything on that YouTube contraption.
So, yeah, Tyreek Hill’s house. A big ol’ mansion with too many bathrooms and too much luxury. That’s what I hear, anyway. Sounds like a lot of fuss over nothin’ to me. Give me a good porch swing and a glass of sweet tea any day. You can keep your mansions and your fancy fridges, I’ll stick with the simple things. That’s what really matters in life, you know, the simple things. Family, friends, and a good cup of coffee in the mornin’. That’s all you really need.
Anyways, that’s about all I got to say about that house. Folks got too much money and not enough sense, that’s what I think. They should be spendin’ their money on helpin’ folks instead of building these here big houses. But what do I know, I’m just an old lady who knows how to make a good darn apple pie. And that’s more than I can say for some of these fancy pants football fellas, you hear?
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