Or my personal nemesis: All's you hafta do is...
Or my personal nemesis: All's you hafta do is...
Agreed...though I might have a problem if Kentucky played France...
Dontcha be hatin' on my woman Stevie! She is an amazing chick. She recently got an award from the USO. She holds the USO record for number of hours in a five-year period spent with combat-injured veterans:
I say...keep on twirling, honey!
To me, the most interesting part of this whole thing is: why do some people have many concussions with no ill effects later, while others seem to have terrible effects from just one (or even, seemingly, from head hits that don't even test out as a concussion)? That's the big mystery.
Calipari is a scumbag. The only coach to have Final Four appearances vacated at more than one school (Memphis and UMass). Guys who would start anywhere else in the country are clamoring to sit on his bench...and there's nothing funny going on? Nope, can't buy it. Hope KY crashes.
There is a sizable contingent of Buckeye fans who truly believe Saint Tressel fell on his sword to protect Smith and/or Gee. (From what exactly, they can't really say.) I think that's where a lot of the animus for Smith comes from.
I love me some Skyline. Of course, I used to make make my drinking money by eating baby food (yep, some people will bet on anything)....
Seems that a lot of people in this country think food=love. Apparently, the dog's owners were elderly and pretty much ignored him whenever they weren't feeding him White Castles and Cheetos. They can't say no, to their pets or their kids. My late brother-in-law worked as a respiratory therapist at OSU. He would tell me stories all the time about parents who had obese kids who had trouble breathing. When told in no uncertain terms that their child would die if they didn't change their lifestyle, the parents said things like "if my boy wants gravy, he's gonna get gravy. Whatever my boy wants, he gets." Including heart failure, I guess.
I still think Matta's disability is getting worse and affecting his coaching. The pain that man is in every day is apparent to anyone who's ever been in the same boat. And if you read the Dispatch article on his historic win, he credited his wife and daughter who, in addition to giving him love and support, have to take his shoes and socks off for him because he can't do it himself anymore. With the right assistants, I think he could still be effective. But it is obvious that he doesn't have that anymore. (Frankly, this team hasn't been mentally or physically tough since Chris Jent left.)
I think he's a hell of a human being, and I admire his tenacity. I just don't think he's got enough left in the tank to lead a big-time bball team.
Well, according to the Dispatch, he didn't shave after the Wisky butt-kicking but was going to after we beat Minny. Sam Thompson requested he keep the stubble.
At this point, I think that Matta would fling just about anything against the wall in hopes something would stick.
This basketball team has been a real disappointment. How much falls on Matta? We have had two subpar seasons in a row...is this the beginning of a long-term decline?
I admit that, even though I've been watching b-ball for many years now, I don't know a lot about it, so I defer to the experts here.
A lot more entertaining than the game, unfortunately.
Oh, myyyyy...where are my smelling salts? That's my idea of eye candy!
When I realized who the new Browns owner was (Haslam), I knew they were in trouble. One of my brothers-in-law was the manager of a restaurant at a Flying J in Tennessee. One day he had a massive stroke at work and had to be airlifted to Vanderbilt Hospital. It was touch-and-go for a while, but he pulled through. The day the hospital released him, his wife tried to get a prescription filled at a local pharmacy. They told her they didn't have insurance anymore. Turns out Flying J claimed he quit his job and therefore wasn't eligible for benefits. I guess he must have signed his letter of resignation just before he hit the floor, right? Anyway, I figured anyone that runs a business that way was a slimebag and had no clue how to treat fellow human beings.
I think there's something in the water up there. It's not just ttun...lest we forget John L. Smith's time with Sparty and his meltdown after a game where he belted himself in the chops...
Don't let your mouth write a check your team can't cash, skunkweasels.
I feel for you. I check my parents' place while they spend the winter in Palm Springs. Every week, they call me to gloat about being warm, while I fight the g-d snowplow driver in my area, who is intent on destroying every mailbox I put in front of my house.
His daughter is one lucky little girl. Her daddy is an amazing man!
I am also beginning to wonder whether his chronic pain is beginning to wear on him. It has been proven that dealing with chronic pain changes the brain and of course, the level of energy and intensity one has.
You should have heard some of the kids whining (on the local news) about having to go to classes in the cold yesterday. The last time I was on campus in the winter, half the kids were walking around in flip-flops...in 20 degree weather! Put on some real shoes and get on with it.
And get off my lawn.
I feel compelled to defend my degree (English). While there are those who attack others for every error (spelling, grammar, syntax, agreement), to me the problem has always been one of intent. Are you a non-native speaker? I have a mental block with mathematics; perhaps you have one with spelling? In those cases, I let things slide. What drives me insane is not can't but won't. Intellectual laziness. Can't be bothered to do it right, even though you know better. If you want to make yourself clearly understood, you must have a basic knowledge of the language in which you're trying to communicate. And it does matter.
It's the difference between helping your uncle Jack off a horse and helping your uncle jack off a horse.
I was at the Rose Bowl when Tress scorched their feathers the last time. Lots of douchebag frat boy types with really stupid duck bills and duck feet that looked even more stupid when they lost. I went into that game without any strong anti-Oregon feelings, but after hearing their asinine insults hurled at everyone in scarlet, I was very happy to watch their destruction.
The Urban Meyer hate spewing from Florida does indeed border on the psychotic. I think some of them honestly believe there was some CIA-inspired conspiracy to lure UFM away from Gainesville. There are also the "Saban got in Urban's head and ran him out of Florida" nuts. They really need some professional help.
I loved her "I'm helping them become better men" line.
I can't stand Hallmark holidays. I think it's asinine to sell to anyone that unless their significant other buys them overpriced, scentless roses or crappy candy that they don't love you. Just stupid. Wanna know what love is? I came down with shingles last weekend. I look awful (even more than usual), feel awful, in pain...you get the idea. My hubby (met at OSU in 1983) has run errands for me, made chicken soup for me, done laundry...all while also working his keister off at his business every day. That's love, fellas, and that's what any woman worth your love will know.
Climbing down off my soapbox now...