i refuse to even consider this a possibility
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|18 weeks 1 day ago||1975 State AAU wrestling||
1975 State AAU wrestling tournament, Dayton, OH...I find myself in a precarious position on my back, about to be pinned in a first round match, when I went to my go-to move and chomped down on my opponents shoulder, resulting in a stoppage of the match while they tended to the fresh bite marks. No blood, no harm, no foul. I ended up pinning the guy in the third round, much to the displeasure of that young man and his coach. Ran thru the rest of the tournament until I met my match in the final, losing 4-3. 2nd in State, 55-lb, 8-year old division.
1982 Northern Lakes League (NW Ohio) championship game, good guys (Rossford Bulldogs) down 7-6 late in the 4th quarter, with the bad guys (Anthony Wayne Generals) driving. What the?.....here comes a perfectly good football flying over the middle, a perfect spiral headed right at me with not a soul around. I can still hear the bang as it popped my shoulder pads, and I wrapped my paws around it and took off. Never one accused of having too much speed, two steps later I was down, But it was on. We took the ball, drove the length of the field, scored to go up 12-7 with 2:00 minutes left on the clock (missed the extra point because our kicker couldn't get the "toe strap" tied to his foot in time, then banged one out into the corn field at a 65-degree angle from the intended target. Yes, we should have gone for two....sigh). AW gets the kickoff, runs a reverse to my side, and I'm toast. Long return puts them in great field position. Fell for it, AGAIN, after getting burned the week before. PENALTY. For some reason there's a re-kick. AW drives down to the 5-yard line, 4th down, 30-seconds left in the game, playoff bid hanging in the balance for the winner. Pass out into the flats, our star LB reads it, runs him down, and as I'm running down the goalline chasing, the ballcarrier falls exactly 6-inches short of the endzone. First championship in 10 years and a playoff berth. Game.
1984 NLL defacto championship game, baseball, good guys down big early, went in to pitch and turned out the lights for the next 5 innings. Clawed our way back, tie game 8-8, 8th inning, nice RBI single to go ahead 9-8. Bad guys (Bowling Green Bobcats) come to bat and I grudgingly move back to center field after having now pitched 12-innings in 3 days. With 2-outs, man on second, guy hits an absolute laser to left center, no chance. Took off in hot pursuit, thinking no possible way this is caught. The ball had traveled 340+ and was "still climbing" when at the last second I reached out with a backhand and it smacked square into the palm of my hand and stuck. Game.
|23 weeks 5 days ago||Congratulations. Trust me||
Trust me on this, there will be no other surprise at ANY point in your lifetime greater than the beautiful surprise sprung on you the moment you and your wife discover, at birth, whether you are now the proud parents of a boy or a girl. Do not, under any circumstance, find out beforehand if you are having a boy or a girl. Find a way to convince your wife. And your mother-in-law. There is no reason to know, and the excitement and suspense that you will create within your own small part of the world will be something you will never regret. Ever.
Request a Diaper Party for men only, poker, cards, beer, cigars, to stock up on diapers. Request various sizes on your invites, no newborn sizes. Having a 6-month plus supply of diapers is tops.
Sleep when the baby sleeps.
Do not set foot in the city of Orlando until children reach the age of 7, minimum. Optimal age 8-9. Disneyworld will SUCK with a 2-3-4 year old. Do not be convinced otherwise. You are just getting in the way, and you and your wife will most likely end up talking about how great it would be to bring the kids back when they're older, because diapers and Disneyworld don't go together.
Don't mess with a winter coat for a baby in a car seat. Get a car seat cover, where the only thing you can see is the baby's face thru the hole in the top. I wish they made these for adults.
Watch their eyelashes grow, because one minute you might be thinking how painfully long a 45-minute bottle feeding is, and 15-minutes later that baby is a freshman in high school, taller than you are, suiting up at defensive end for the football team.
Don't be a helicopter parent, especially with sports. Let them fly and let them make mistakes on their own accord. Then on the ride home, simply say, "I really love watching you play sports." TRUST ME ON THIS.
One last thing. A short time after our first son was born, my wife was finally "feelin it", and before I knew it one of her glorious 38D's was in close proximity to my mouth. The temptation was all too much to bear, and I just decided that, yes, it most certainly was put there for one reason and one reason only. The second that breast milk hit my tongue, I was finished, done, end of story. It was so amazing, I actually couldn't decide if I found the experience incredibly exciting, or I was so ashamed. I've decided that 15 years later, I'm going with exciting.
Good luck, my man.
|1 year 38 weeks ago||Michigan snapped the ball||
Michigan snapped the ball with 28 seconds on the play clock?
Is this heaven?
|5 years 32 weeks ago||Backyard Wrigley||
Every year I run into the same issues as the folks that set up Wrigley Field. In my backyard I'm a little short in yardage as well, so I just go straight from the 20-yard line to the 50. No big deal, and really , few people even notice because they're mesmerized by the lights. Having attended many, many games over the years, without question there are plenty of people attending the game tomorrow that wouldn't even notice if the 30 and the 40 yard lines were missing.
For the math wizards, its 1/2-scale. **Note: with 40-yards "removed" from the middle of the field, of course.
And yes, this was before the block M was painted on. My neighbors here in OH love me.