I thought that's what I heard on TV. The play-by-play guys were droning on and I faintly heard "Hide yo' kids, hide yo' wife!" Needless to say, I LOL'd.
Honestly, I cry every time I see that video. It's a welcome swish of cold water that causes me to think "Gee, my life isn't so bad." Both my parents are still alive, as are my wife's; we both have an education, as well as jobs. This man makes me officially not allowed to complain about anything. Ever.
The out-of-state tuition made it flat impossible to go to UM when I was looking at schools. That didn't, however, erase the previous 18 years of fandom. If anything, I get a shred of respect around here for being a fan from birth and taking my lumps presently, rather than hopping on the bandwagon when they were thumping OSU in the 90s.
Grew up in Fremont, went to school at Bowling Green--man, did I take hell for maintaining my fandom in all things Michigan there--now living in Norwalk. I get that question at least once a week during football season. An effective solution has been getting the "Huh?" look when I ask the same people how/why they root for the Steelers.
I'll draw on my experience, which comes in two forms:
1.) I was one (I was a lineman first! Don't judge me!)
2.) I coach them now (Norwalk, OH - both Jr. High and HS)
The way I understand it, Gibbons has a mega leg, but--at least going into spring--he had the tendency to shotgun spray his attempts everywhere.
Bottom line: kickers can be headcases. A lot of the time, a team just doesn't know what it's getting until the guy steps out onto the field. I've seen kickers who will nail shots from 45 yards in practice, and piddle down their legs when called upon to do it in a game. Maybe some schools, as has been mentioned, seem better at weeding out the nutbars than others. In short, it's definitely more of a mental thing than anything.
1.) Buffalo Stampede: I was in college at Bowling Green at the time, and was watching this game on TV. I was pissed and in the 3rd quarter, I shut the game off entirely. Only the next day did I find out from my brother that Michigan had pulled a rabbit out of their hat (and other places). That was my moment of shame as a Michigan fan.
2.) Braylonfest: I was getting ready to go to a wedding with my family and started getting changed as Michigan was down 17. Learning my lesson from the last instance, I come back to the TV and gape.
"Um, Dad?"
"What?"
"Maybe we ought to wait a bit before we go."
"Why?"
"Because Michigan's down 7 and they have the ball."
My father had the same "What the hell?!" expression on his face that I had. We wound up missing the ceremony and going to the reception as we stuck around to watch overtime, arriving in a much better mood than had been anticipated. Thus continued the tradition in my family that Michigan football is literally more important than anything else.
Sweet. So now I get to look forward to six more months of "So Michigan cheated on their practice lengths, huh? Sure didn't do them any good! BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!...."
By nature, it's a mismatch. Their job is generally to keep the ball carrier in front and make the open field tackle. Sadly, methinks we tended to neglect both aspects last year.
I teach high schoolers. I've seen the best as well as the worst. In my experience, there's nothing more satisfying than seeing a kid in a bad situation--self-induced or not--work himself out of it and into something positive.
I have to wonder if Sharp realizes the idoicy of interpreting a teenager's life as worthless/unredeemable. Or the decision being the result of a google search pinging a couple of arrests (fully acknowledging the difference between "arrest" and "conviction"). It would be classless enough to bring it up in conversation, let alone in the media where the masses can read or listen to it.
Is it surprising that he would do so? Hardly. He gets his jollies out of reading our pissed off reactions. Not even worth spending any more attention on, in my opinion. Congrats to Brian for a thorough, well-deserved annihilation of Mr. Sharp.
Seems guys like that don't last that long. See: Matt Anderson. Freak things seem to happen to guys who throw that fast that often--at least if they play for the Tigers.
If there's a way to keep both Talbots, I certainly wouldn't say no to the depth; to me it's the most pressing concern on the defensive side of the ball. If they left for other options, I'd consider someone like Parker a win-win for Michigan.
I hear you on out-of-state tuition. I grew up in Fremont, OH, and tutition at UM would've been killer. I took crap for 5 years at BG while maintaining my maize and blue allegiances--come to think if it I still take crap as I live/work in Northern Ohio.
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2.) My theory is that men stop maturing around age 13. My 57-year-old father in law still busts out like a Kindergartner at fart/poop jokes.
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I thought that's what I heard on TV. The play-by-play guys were droning on and I faintly heard "Hide yo' kids, hide yo' wife!" Needless to say, I LOL'd.
I always say, I hope they have Pollyeye's in Heaven.
Honestly, I cry every time I see that video. It's a welcome swish of cold water that causes me to think "Gee, my life isn't so bad." Both my parents are still alive, as are my wife's; we both have an education, as well as jobs. This man makes me officially not allowed to complain about anything. Ever.
The out-of-state tuition made it flat impossible to go to UM when I was looking at schools. That didn't, however, erase the previous 18 years of fandom. If anything, I get a shred of respect around here for being a fan from birth and taking my lumps presently, rather than hopping on the bandwagon when they were thumping OSU in the 90s.
It's a shame Tulsa isn't on the schedule. You could have "15 days until Mike Cox pounds Beaver."
"Even on a slow day, I can have a three way....chat with two women at one time."
Grew up in Fremont, went to school at Bowling Green--man, did I take hell for maintaining my fandom in all things Michigan there--now living in Norwalk. I get that question at least once a week during football season. An effective solution has been getting the "Huh?" look when I ask the same people how/why they root for the Steelers.
I'll draw on my experience, which comes in two forms:
1.) I was one (I was a lineman first! Don't judge me!)
2.) I coach them now (Norwalk, OH - both Jr. High and HS)
The way I understand it, Gibbons has a mega leg, but--at least going into spring--he had the tendency to shotgun spray his attempts everywhere.
Bottom line: kickers can be headcases. A lot of the time, a team just doesn't know what it's getting until the guy steps out onto the field. I've seen kickers who will nail shots from 45 yards in practice, and piddle down their legs when called upon to do it in a game. Maybe some schools, as has been mentioned, seem better at weeding out the nutbars than others. In short, it's definitely more of a mental thing than anything.
To offer some memories of my own:
1.) Buffalo Stampede: I was in college at Bowling Green at the time, and was watching this game on TV. I was pissed and in the 3rd quarter, I shut the game off entirely. Only the next day did I find out from my brother that Michigan had pulled a rabbit out of their hat (and other places). That was my moment of shame as a Michigan fan.
2.) Braylonfest: I was getting ready to go to a wedding with my family and started getting changed as Michigan was down 17. Learning my lesson from the last instance, I come back to the TV and gape.
"Um, Dad?"
"What?"
"Maybe we ought to wait a bit before we go."
"Why?"
"Because Michigan's down 7 and they have the ball."
My father had the same "What the hell?!" expression on his face that I had. We wound up missing the ceremony and going to the reception as we stuck around to watch overtime, arriving in a much better mood than had been anticipated. Thus continued the tradition in my family that Michigan football is literally more important than anything else.
What I tell my students goes along with that. A=action (verb). Therefore, affect = verb. I'll spare everyone from the exceptions. :)