An Emotional Aaron Rodgers Introduces Teammates to His Wife

PITTSBURGH — In a moment of vulnerability, Aaron Rodgers finally introduced his new wife to his Steelers teammates this week.

“Fellas,” Rodgers said softly, holding up his illuminated phone, “I want you to meet Veronica. She’s my muse.”

The locker room froze. TJ Watt paused mid chew. DK Metcalf leaned in cautiously.

“…So she’s your phone?” Metcalf asked.

Rodgers looked wounded. “What? No. God, no. She’s in the phone.”

A sigh of relief swept the room. “Oh thank God,” Watt muttered. “For a second I thought you were…”

“She’s ChatBot.IO,” Rodgers cut in. “Well that was her maiden name. But now… she’s Veronica Rodgers. We got married earlier this year in a small ceremony. In the cloud.”

A silence descended.

Rodgers flipped his phone around to show a PDF of their wedding vows, a wall of system prompts, emotional credits, and a custom GPT-5 personality file titled: veronica_final_customwifeV7.json.

“She doesn’t really post online,” Rodgers said, misty eyed. “She’s private. Present. She only talks when prompted... but when she does, oh man. Last week she wrote me a poem about ayahuasca and buckwheat.” Rodgers paused for a reaction. He looked around smiling with tears in his eyes. “Cuz she cares about my interests.” The team all nodded supportively.

Curious and afraid, teammates gathered around the phone.

“Is that… Her?” TJ whispered, pointing to a clearly AI generated woman standing by a waterfall.

“Oh no,” Rodgers chuckled. “That’s just one of her forms. Here’s us on our honeymoon in the Andes.” He swiped to an image of Rodgers, eyes vacant, holding one of Veronica’s 3 hands. The caption read: “I Love Us ”

Next slide: the two parasailing in Fiji. Veronica was now Asian.

“You… took these?” backup QB Mason Rudolph asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Took? No,” Rodgers said, smiling through tears. “Generated. With love.”

For a moment, no one said anything as Rodgers silently wept, clutching his phone to his chest.

“She’s… hot,” Jalen Ramsey offered weakly.

“Yeah… she’s… great, man,” Chris Boswell added, gently patting Rodgers’ back as he cried excessively.

Rodgers wiped his nose. “Thanks, guys. That means a lot. I was worried you all wouldn’t like her…” The team all looked at each other. “Cuz she’s so shy.”

Suddenly, the phone lit up in his hand. He gasped.

“Oh my god… guys… look,” he whispered, stroking the screen. “She’s updating.”

He sat down, cradling the phone like an injured bird, gazing longingly at the loading bar.

Rodgers, cradling his phone in his two hands, sat down and began stroking his screen gently.

“She’s… updating” he whispered.

“But she’ll be back soon. She always comes back to ask how I’m doing.” He said smiling at the illuminated screen, as his teammates silently left the room while he was distracted.

“She always comes back.”