I got you fam!
My grandfather was a WWII paratrooper with the 82nd and 101st. I realize this isn't a "holiday", but I'd still like to thank all servicemen and women out there for all that you do.
I'm looking for Ray Finkle.
...and a clean pair of shorts.
does he know how expensive those tickets are?!
Over the last several years, with the exception of 2011 (a year which actually never happened and should be erased from the annals of history), I have gone into the game with a confident yawn. This year? Shew. Ohio State versus Michigan, #2 versus #3, Meyer versus Harbaugh, conference implications, playoff implications, national title implications.... Ladies and gentlemen, sign me up. This is what it's all about.
Wait, JT can communicate in Polish?! This guy is truly full of surprises!
Agreed. The Wisconsion coaching staff will, appropriately, address the OSU game as being a leaping point back into playoff contention. If they win out and somehow win the B1G, they're probably in. Those kids are going to be fired up, and I hope our boys are ready. I have a suspicion that they will be.
"I've had worse!"
Well, this is getting out of hand. Time to put in the young guys Urban. Oh wait.....
Put in Cardale!
That cancer story in the WMDs... Man. It got dusty in my office really, really fast.
A seat belt saved my life on two occasions. On a snowy Thanksgiving night in 2007, I slid on icy back-roads going around 25MPH and slammed into a concrete culvert. I would have, without question, gone straight through the windshield had I not been wearing my seat belt. The state trooper at the scene confirmed this, stating that I was very lucky. In February of 2011, I was driving a minivan (like a boss) and flipped 3 times into a ditch after (again) being a victim of Ohio winter roads. The car landed upside down, with me dangling from my seat. My belt still fastened and I was virtually unharmed. It's worth noting that the day continued to suck, as I fell down the flight of stairs leading up to my apartment about a half an hour after arriving home from the scene of the crash. I no longer felt like a boss.
Good luck man, I'll be in the same position next July. Foo Fighters live at Wembley is a spectacular show.
I find it interesting how her friends seem to be surprised that this happened to her. Which tells me it's not a regular occurrence.
In all honesty, I doubt that the people commenting on Instagram are her close friends, and with something like domestic abuse, I'd imagine the circle of friends who knew of the alleged abuse to be a small one. If I posted something life-changing on social media, the people commenting there would likely not be my close friends. My close friends would be calling or texting me directly. For example, imagine posting something on Facebook or Twitter about you being mugged or something. Now imagine your best friend making a comment on that post. Odds are you would have texted that friend prior to ever posting anything publicly. Just my two cents.
Fair points. I'd be a little disappointed if Steelers fans were nice to us. I'm expecting some serious verbal abuse, which I can handle. Just hope no one is drunk enough to initiate something physical.
thank you for the recommendations, we're there for a few days so having a nice number of options is appreciated!
Very solid advice. After the way last season ended I might not even wear my bengals gear to the bengals game. It's going to be ugly, guaranteed.
they have a deep fried cheeseburger where they batter an entire burger with all the fixings and deep fry it bread and all
Mother of God.
I definitely wouldn't mind seeing some friendly faces. The games are typically more enjoyable surrounded by like-minded individuals. Thanks for the diligence in finding the link!
Thank you for the input, that sounds promising. Even as a Bengals fan, I hate Vontaze Burfict. I washed my hands of him later than I should have, but it was absolutely over after that Brown hit. Pathetic, embarrassing, and not someone I want associated with my team.
That fumble. Man, sometimes memories are just scorched into your brain like it's been branded by a piece of glowing iron. I was working at my uncle's pizza shop when it happened (yes, my last name is Catanzaro and I'm aware of the lack of irony in me cutting my teeth in the work force working at a family pizza shop). I could barely remember the aesthetics of that building if someone decided to ask me what the inside looked like, but you mentioned that fumble and I immediately saw the play, the small box TV set we were watching, the night sky outside of the window to the left behind the TV, and my uncle slamming a spatula down screaming "BALLGAME." That fumble....
I was up in the bleachers for the PSU game, way up, passing around a flask of 151 with my 3 buddies who joined me for the experience. The walk back to the dorm where we were staying with a friend from our hometown forever solidified my hatred for that fan base. The most aggressive, obnoxious, horrifically offensive group I've ever been around in a sports setting. Fuck Penn State.
This. I did a presentation on Chipotle for a securities class last semester... They've dropped a TON and are still one of the top food stocks out there.