Absolutely. I understand the poor guy is in pain every single day. Chronic pain messes with every other body system, and it changes who you are. I think Thad is one hell of a person. I hope nothing but the best for him, but honestly it would be better for OSU and him to part ways. Both can then focus on healing.
And why isn't The Worldwide Leader all over this? You know if one of our guys had done this they'd be repeating the play ad nauseum and talking about how they should be locked up...
Pretend it was your wife/mother/daughter that was the victim of that. Trust me when I say women start hearing "damn, what's wrong with you? Can't you take a joke?" after being the recipient of unwanted shit at a very early age. Or even worse..."I could tell you wanted it."
No one goes into the coaching profession expecting job security. They have to expect to move around every few years unless they achieve Saban-like numbers.
"Working hard" isn't the same as "working smart". Frankly, I don't care as much about the number of hours anyone is at work as I do about what they're accomplishing in those hours.
I wondered why my Nebraska fan coworkers were laughing like hell when we hired Beck.
Figured it out.
Frankly, this is why Urban gets the big bucks. It's his job to figure out exactly what's wrong and fix it...NOW.
We supposedly get a lot of very talented young men in this program, but many of them don't seem to be reaching their potential here. How else to account for the jarring difference in talent between Clemson and us? (Thank Woody we don't have to play Bama.) And that, imho, is mostly on the coaches. That is their job...help a good player become great, a great one a star, and a star a superstar.
Wow. Sounds like Jimmy Boy is Dyn-O-Mite!!
It was the strangest show I've heard in a long time. I don't listen to his show to hear about his days at BG or coaching Tim Tebow. I want to know wtf he's going to do to beat Northwestern! Yet the chorus kept tossing softballs and talking about anything else as long as it wasn't the Penn State game or any other game on the schedule. Weird.
Thanks for the link to the Will Smith story. I was just wondering what the status of that case was.
IU has been damn pesky the last few years. We need to jump on them with both feet right out of the gate.
Tickets have been sold. Go Bucks!
And props to the visiting Buckeye fans, too. All I've read on Oklahoma boards is how impressed they were with our fans. Just hope we return the hospitality next fall!
I'd love to see some of our O linemen take a trip down I-71 and land in the Jungle. At least the Bengals get to the playoffs now and again, and maybe Dalton could get a little pass protection.
Right. I'm sure that for the immediate future, their families will help get his widow & kids through what needs to be done. I know, though, that in the years to come, Buckeye Nation will come together and help this family out in whatever way they need us.
Regarding the story on training Hollywood horses, Google Jimmy Stewart's horse sometime. The horse's name was Pie, and Jimmy rode him for 22 years in all his Westerns. Jimmy swore the horse knew when the cameras were turning. At the end of Pie's life Jimmy helped bury him, and seeing how broken up Jimmy was, Henry Fonda painted a portrait of Jimmy and Pie.
I had to sneak into the theater to see it since I wasn't old enough to see an R movie at the time. (Actually, five of us girls from my Girl Scout troop snuck in together to see it.)
Hate me if you want, but I still have the album I bought in the lobby that night. There was some shitty disco music, admittedly (Gene Kelly?? Ethel Merman??) but there was also some decent, fun stuff.
Mr Chick grew up in Springfield; graduated from North. When he took me home to meet his folks the first time, about 30 years ago, it was a nice little city. Now, the only time we go there is for family funerals and we get the hell out as soon as we can. Like many other small cities in Ohio, it's dying a slow, painful, unfortunate death.
I understand wanting to get out of there, but going to AA seems like jumping from the frying pan into the fire...
You're right, of course. But that wasn't the only reason. That game was a coaching head-scratcher. Zeke wasn't the only one wondering why the hell the best back in the country wasn't getting any touches. And the rain seemed to completely freak out whoever was calling the plays. Sparty was the better prepared team, and on that day had the superior coaching and game plan.
I visited a friend who lives in Northport, ME last spring (offseason). The local hobbies seem to be frantically making junk for the tourists to buy, drinking Fireball shots, and beating the crap out of each other. I was happy to get the hell out of there, and I told her that I would buy a ticket for her to come to Cbus, but I'm never going back there again.
Mr. Chick uses this stuff called Liquid Stoopid. "Taste the IQ points melt away!" He also swears by N'awlins Voodoo Sauce, with habaneros and Scotch bonnets. I think it has something to do with the wretchedness of my cooking...
Yes. The property was sold to Walgreens, which tore it down to build yet another drugstore (like the east side really needed another Wags).
I remember a famous movie star explained it this way: "I don't pay hookers to go to bed with me. I pay them to leave."
Re: the list of foods to never eat...I never could understand why people actually pay good money to slurp down things that look like giant loogies. I suspect that, as our oceans continue on their way to eventually becoming gigantic hot tubs, seafood in general is going to become more and more problematic. My dad used to have these pathology books that had pictures of all the things that live in raw meats and seafood...and what they looked like inside the people that ate said rawness. I still won't eat sushi...
I know that story has to break the heart of any human that has one to break. But I think for those like me who fought infertility issues for years, only to finally realize that one of humanity's basic needs, to have and raise children, would be denied us--and the grief you go through--
and then to read this, about people who took this miracle and literally threw it away like so much trash--
well, it makes you realize that nothing about this world will ever make any sense at all.