I was working with our QBs and WRs at our football camp last week, and my QB threw a ball 3 feet over the head of the receiver. Without thinking, I yelled out, "NICE CATCH TACOPANTS." Of course, everyone stopped, stared, and asked "who is Tacopants?" To which I responded, "He's Jason Avant's 11foot imaginary friend who is made of butterfly dreams and has infinite eligibility. Try not to throw to him too often." It got a laugh, but it also got me to thinking how much MGoBlog infiltrates my everyday venacular - aside from consuming endless amounts of time which my wife and boss absolutely love. Hell, I'm actually at my customer's office typing this. HALOL.
We also have the running backs apparatus we use to teach ball security. When it's time for that part of the practice, I direct the skill guys to "head over to the dong forest."
I've also coached girls softball and take a much different approach than I do the boys on the football field. When my right fielder heaves a ball to the first basemen, despite repeated instricutions NOT to, I put on my pouty face, stick out my lower lip, and wait for the the other girls to yell, "SAD PANDA!"
Am I the only simple mind who is so easily influenced by so many things from here?