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.
This team has zero chemistry and zero leadership. Just horrible.
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...
I have fond memories of my little brother and me riding in the back seat of Dad's '67 Ford station wagon. After a while he'd had enough of our shenanigans and what we called "the fishing arm" would start. He really didn't care which one of us he whacked, just that one of us needed it. My brother and I would slide back and forth on those bench seats, trying to avoid his wrath. Eventually, though, I knew the fishing arm would not stop until it was appeased...so I would grab said brother and offer him up to the fishing arm. Good times!
Few teams in America deserve an epic beatdown more than the Hokies. Waaay overrated (esp. by ESecPN) year after year, and an arrogant douche-y fanbase. I can't wait for the carnage to begin!
This made me smile through my shingles pain. All it needed was a shot of "Ohio Against The World." Well done.
Perception is reality. This looks and sounds crappy. And you'd best believe other teams will mention it the next time they want a kid that we're after. Frankly, if deceiving teenagers is "big boy football" I think I'll just start going to Mount Union games.
I have no problem with Drayton leaving for the NFL; I thank him for his hard work here and wish him well. The part that makes us look bad is the timing. It makes it look like we promised Weber one thing, strung him along until we got a commitment, then changed the circumstances on him, knowing there was a good possibility the circumstances would change. Note I said look like, and that's the real problem here. Perception is reality, and the rest of the country (especially the Evil Empire up north) can spin this to make us look really, really bad. Look how Bobby Petrino's pulling of one scholarship has played out. I have confidence in Urban; I'm sure that he'll get a top RB coach here in no time. The problem is that this kind of thing looks bad, and other coaches will use it against us in the future.
DJ, I loved the New Yorker essay. He's got 40 years on me, but I feel the same way sometimes. Nice to know that life can still be a positive, even with all the painful losses we'll endure (if we live long enough).
If my kid was that good in both baseball and football...well, you know I love my football but I'd tell him to go MLB every time. More money and less damage to your body and brain. How many pro baseball retirees have cognitive dysfunction?
I know the Brits have no clue what we see in "American football," just as I can't understand what they see in cricket. However...they do seem to have heard of Ohio State! Every time I've worn anything Buckeye in London, I've had people yell O-H at me, or been asked how the team's doing in a pub in Kensington. We are the world, indeed.
I was glad to see someone from the Cincy area come here, too. I have always been mystified by the hostility the Cincinnati area seems to have for their state's university. Is it all because of basketball? What gives?
Tried to get 2 on-field tickets via Ticketmaster...gone before I could enter that stupid Captcha code.
I saw an interesting study last year. Two groups of people went through an art gallery. One group was allowed to use their cell phone cameras; the other group was not. The group that took pictures remembered much less about what they had seen than the group that experienced the art and lived in the moment. Maybe we should take a few pics for posterity, then put down the phone and allow all our senses to inform our experiences.
Penn State fans' blind devotion to their "Dear Leader" makes North Koreans blush.