My generation's mental projection of the 80's is not likely the most accurate portrayal of what was the reality back then. That is unless of course you spent most of your time wearing leg warmers, something neon, had a red Devo hat on top of your perm, and marched around singing "You can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends behind...." And that song goes on my list of one.
The Bull's "Ding the King" theory seemed to be effective. You dont see Lebron lose his cool too often, like he did attempting to truck Boozer intentionally. That being said, you would just hope he doesnt develop the "Rocky Syndrome" where you beat him around for 3/4 of the game and then he gets mad enough to unleash the beast within. "Lebron angry, Lebron smash!"
Watched the Rutger coach video at lunch, understandable firing, but it got me thinking. I experienced a few tongue lashings in my day. Dont remember any that brought my sexual preference into question, but profanity was being thrown around in copious amounts many times. I also remember being redirected by the back of my jersey a hand full of times as well. We use to run a drill in soccer practice that involved freshman being in the wall for direct kicks and not a whole lot of those balls made it past the wall....almost intentionally you might say.... So am I a victim? I dont feel like one. Are the slurs what really got him fired? Probably was a pretty big chunk. Should our coach have been fired for having his players blast balls at us instead of the himself? Why didnt I feel much remorse four years later when the kicked became the kicker? Possibility of hazing? Wussification of America? Any similar experiences? Thoughts?
Spy, I have seen the Joe T break many times, and in pulling it up to watch it, I was anticipating the horror because it already happened, you knew it was coming. My list was compiled of ones I saw live, where you're watching along, watching along, watching along, SNAP, oh my God...(new guys in the corner puking his guts). The ones I experienced on the field were memorable because everyone quickly gravitated towards the injured players only to turn and run away from them at twice the speed screaming for help. Doctor! Mommy! Somebody!
For all you sadomasochists out there, the video of the leg break was on Youtube within minutes of happening and is still on there for your sick and twisted viewing pleasure. They were talking about it on the radio this morning on my way to work and I felt genuine stomach sickness. Having been first hand witness to a couple of those in my playing days I cant handle hearing of another without wincing in reminiscence. Wherever you are Westminster soccer player whose shin bone was poking out of your sock, you still haunt me...
It enters my Rushmore with McGahee, Lattimore, and Corey Hill of the UFC who leg kicked a fella, went to replant on said leg, and there was no more leg to be had, it had been placed by a noodle. Theismann doesn't make my list because I hadn't been born yet, but he gets an honorable gag reflex.
Door knobs? The humanity... Jokes, they open a window of possibilities. I switched my filter back off weekend mode though. We shouldnt have any more incidents...today.
While I enjoy the TNT firm of Greg, Greg, Kenny, and Chuck, I find that I have to be paying close attention to what they are attempting to get across. Between Charles' developing grasp of the English language and Kenny talking over people, it makes it difficult at times to catch everything. Their humor and insight makes the effort worth it most of the time.
PS, the wrestler from Cornell, Dake, won the matchup of the unstoppable force vs. the immovable object winning his fourth national championship in his fourth weight class. He became the first wrestler to accomplish such a task and only the third to win four straight titles. Thats boss stuff.
If I were Mr. Cook I would be taking the angle of "where the hell were these teachers and cheerleaders when I was twelve? While these kids are bagging hot young teachers and NFL cheerleaders at 12, I was wearing the finish off door knobs and humping holes in couch cushions. Most of my middle school teachers looked closer to an ogre than a cougar. A young Todd could have been found out side this woman's house persuading her at how good I am at keeping secrets, just give me a chance to prove it. Im young and eager to learn."
Hey, Greeson, don't think I didn't see that shot you took at soccer yesterday. You're just angry at your two left feet. I forgive you, lets move on. However, that brings me to my next point.
Went home briefly for lunch today and the college playoffs for wrestling were on. It brought me to my question, is there any sport, more so than wrestling, that you can make fun of it for so many things, and then wake up and wonder why you cant wipe your own arse? They wear singlets, funny little shoes, and latch onto other grown men so they can attempt to hump them into submission. Flip side, they are shredded warriors who are trained to mangle people with their bare hands. I would hope for unconsciousness to escape the pain they were hoping to inflict me with. When they catch you snickering at them and ask you what's so funny, the answer is always "nothing, sir."
The quarterfinals were running and there was a perfect bracket storm brewing for a guy that was the National Champ the previous year for that weight class who would meet a guy who was looking to win his fourth National Championship in his fourth different weight class. Say whaaaa? First dude pinned the guy in 24 seconds while I was watching and the second fella had won his first two matches by a combined 25-0. That's some good stuff, the dvr is set for Saturday night.
"I'm picking out a Thermos for you. Not an ordinary Thermos for you...."
The last time I used a phone book was following the episode of Mythbusters that they taught you how to rip one in half. I tried. I failed. Hand it to my friend. He shreds it. I stand by my "I loosened the jar top" theory and he wouldn't have been able to accomplish the feat if I hadn't helped. The moment still haunts my manhood though.
Despite the available material for Conz to motivate his team, it is difficult for a team to get up for the Kiss Your Sister Dance. When you thought you were having steak for dinner, hamburgers don't taste as scrumptious.
Dude just went Beautiful Mind on us...
The key to a successful draft at that level is to cheat. Papa Todd's favorite method was to have the parents of the top players write on their player cards that they had to be on little Todd's team due to "car-pooling" issues. It never seemed to fail and I dont remember ever losing rec league games. You may be a little late to the game to pull that one but you are now wiser for the future.
McPell, I was with you on the Florida colors over Auburn, that was until Chas' shot at male Auburn grads and their potential of duplicating the wonderful looks those bangs create. He won me over.
Is anyone else with me on the fact that this may be a Vince McMahon publicity stunt and they are going to have an open casket viewing on the set of Monday Raw only to have Paul Bearer do the Undertaker throat grab on somebody to scare the beejesus out of everyone watching? Just me? Alright, well RIP Paul Bearer. I appreciate all the times you creeped me out a kid as you maniacally meandered around the ring during matches. Good times.