Alright, alright, let’s talk about this fella, b.j. sanders, or whatever his name is. I ain’t good with fancy names, ya know. He’s some kinda football player, they say. Big deal, I say. My chickens run faster. But folks keep talkin’ ’bout him, so I guess he’s somethin’ special.
Who’s this b.j. sanders, anyhow?
Well, from what I hear tell, he was born back in 1994, on April 10th. Oklahoma City, that’s where they say it happened. His mama, Aletha House, she named him after her own daddy, James. Now, his daddy, that’s the famous one, the Barry Sanders, the football fella everyone knows. But this boy, he ain’t Barry Sanders Junior, mind you. The old man, he ain’t got no middle name, see? Just plain Barry Sanders.
Now, this b.j.’s mama and daddy, they didn’t stick together. Broke up when little b.j. was just a two-year-old tadpole. That’s how it goes sometimes, I reckon. Happens to the best of ‘em, even rich folks with their fancy footballs.
- Born: April 10, 1994
- Where: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
- Mama: Aletha House
- Daddy: That football fella, Barry Sanders
Football, Football, Football
So, this b.j., he followed in his daddy’s footsteps, kinda. Played that football game in college. Stanford University, that’s where he started, way back in 2012. Stayed there till 2015, then hopped over to Oklahoma State Cowboys in 2016. Guess he liked runnin’ around, just like his daddy.
But let me tell ya, this ain’t like no regular job. These fellas, they run and they jump and they get all roughed up. And for what? A bunch of hollerin’ and clappin’. I tell ya, my chickens work harder, and they don’t get no applause, just a handful of feed.
Family Matters
Now, family’s important, ya know. This b.j., he comes from a big ol’ family. His daddy, that Barry Sanders fella, he had a whole bunch of brothers and sisters. Eleven kids in all! Can you imagine that? My Lord, that’s a whole lotta mouths to feed. This b.j.’s grandpa, he was a roofer and a carpenter. Hard workin’ man, I bet. And b.j.’s grandma, she kept the house, kept them kids in line, probably. That’s a woman’s work, mostly, even if these young’uns nowadays don’t think so.
What about that other Sanders?
Now, when you hear that name, Sanders, some folks, they think about that chicken fella, Colonel Sanders. He ain’t related to this football bunch, far as I know. But he’s famous too, in his own way. Made a whole lotta money sellin’ fried chicken. Started late in life, too. Seventy-some years old, they say. Imagine that! Proves you ain’t never too old to make somethin’ of yourself, I guess.
So, what’s the big deal?
Honestly, I don’t rightly know why everyone’s so fussed about this b.j. sanders. He plays football, just like a whole lotta other fellas. Maybe he’s good at it, maybe he ain’t. I ain’t watchin’ no football games. Got better things to do, like feedin’ my chickens and tendin’ my garden. But I figured I’d tell ya what I heard, seein’ as everyone’s talkin’ about him. He’s got a famous daddy, he played some football in college, and his folks split up when he was little. Sounds like a regular life, just with more football and maybe more money. But money ain’t everything, ya know. Happiness, that’s what matters. And a good flock of chickens, can’t forget that!
This b.j. Sanders fella and his divorcing ways
Now this b.j. Sanders, or is it the older one, the famous one? I’m gettin’ too old for all this confusion, keeping all these Sanderses straight. Anyway, one of them football fellas, filed for divorce from his wife, Lauren Campbell somethin’. I tell ya, these rich folks with their fancy livin’, can’t seem to keep a marriage together no better than the rest of us. Makes ya wonder if all that money and fame is worth it. Give me a good man, a strong back, and a yard full of chickens any day. That’s real happiness, right there.
So, that’s the story of b.j. sanders, as far as I can tell. He’s a football player, he’s got a famous daddy, and he comes from a big family. Nothin’ too special, if you ask me. But folks like to talk, so I thought I’d share what I heard. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my chickens.
