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| Date | Title | Body |
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| 2 days 7 hours ago | Casino Royale Cell Phone |
I had a Sony K790a! (Bond's was a K800i, international version). Thing was the shit... had a 3.2MP camera that actually took decent shots while many still came with a VGA shooter. |
| 1 week 2 days ago | Frosh Season |
He threw the ball up in the air to Braylon. A lot. Bit of a sophomore slump, but he was very good to great his Junior year. He would have been outstanding his senior year if not for being hurt. If only for a needle a milimeter away during the Illinois game... |
| 1 week 2 days ago | Quick Points |
Molk & RVB - I think that Ryan Van Bergen and, to a much lesser extent, Molk, benefit from recency bias. I was never enamored with Molk despite all his accolades and the love showered upon him in the UFRs. Maybe it was his abrasive personality. RVB doesn't deserve an honorable mention, much less a first flight ballot shot. A good to very good D-lineman, but not one who was historically great, or even recently so for that matter. Molk definitely deserves a place based on accomplishments though. Henne - Hopefully it was just an oversight leaving him off the ballot, seeing as he's not even mentioned up top. If not... WTF Leading passer in Michigan history. It's pretty poor if lack of personality is the defining characteristic for his absence. Robo Henne was more concerned with connecting with Rabbit Hunting Mormon Tyler Ecker and executing the script for nailcoeds.exe out of the memory chip soldered on to his Soviet-era motherboard in his chest than displaying that human condition, emotion. Seeing the white-hot competitive nature of Forcier was fun but it also made me miss the automaton-like efficiency of Chad Henne.
Manningham - Memorable for a couple of defining quotes. Who can not hear an enthusiastic shout of "Touchdown MANNINGham!" or a shocked "Oh wide open" and not think to that smooth speedster. There are few players I enjoyed watching more if only for his athleticism. He and Antonio Bass were supposedly the best receiving duo Lloyd brought in, and watching Bass run was pretty incredible as well. The Capital One Bowl end-arounds were a strong reminder of what could have been and that double move was a thing of absolute beauty, as Brian so often mentioned. Indeed, there was that argument for specialized intelligence where the fearless leader challenged anyone to convince him Manningham's ability to set up opposing cornerbacks with a jab step only to throw in the second move and torch them deep was not a specialized intelligence limited to a select few. I don't think leaving early should count against anyone if they had a legitimate shot at the pros. Manningham was ready to go. Arrington gets a sterner glance. In this situation, I'd probably only rip on someone like Trey Burke if he had actually decided to leave this year and had a shot in the hall down the road. I'd like to know why everyone considers Manningham such a jerk. I don't doubt it, but never heard any anecdotes of the Ryan Mallett variety, besides that he smoked a lot.
Avant - Always loved watching him, and thought him severly underrated living the the shadow of #1. Thought him a humble winner and a very solid player with a decent shot in the NFL (he far exceeded my expectations). This said, feel Breaston deserves this slot, as I think he contributed a lot more to the team in terms of his return game. Think all purpose yards Vince Young Rose Bowl...
My list would read: Mike Hart Chad Henne Lamarr Woodley
Of the proposed candidates: Mike Hart Jake Long Lamarr Woodley |
| 1 week 2 days ago | Denard |
Looks similar to the pose stiffarming the ND linebacker |
| 1 week 2 days ago | Drummon Island, MI |
I grew up hunting up there, and I am somewhat mystified why I continue to hunt as my childhood experience in the woods amounted to a lot of cold dark morning trudging through a few feet of snow, listening to the crack of distant rifle shots as I shivered in the blind, hoping for the satisfaction of merely hearing something moving through the brush. The bleary-eyed wakeup to the pervasive odor of bacon on the gridle, hot dark coffee, and pancakes cooked by my grandfather was a welcome respite. The camaradrie of three generations packed tightly into a worn out camper, together with the accompanying stories of past autumns where the deer herd was untouched and bountiful and the regulation less stringent are an experience unique and treasured.
My first kill I remember with pride because of the look on the face of my father's friend, who had guided us to some farm property in the Northern Lower Peninsula. I took the shot at a doe a little over a hundred yards down a slight slope in a field and recall with perfect clarity the white flash of her belly and then the image of all four of her legs sticking straight into the air in the short moment after I recovered from the ought-six recoil. My dad excitedly whispered, "nice shot!" and his friend looked at me with the dazed expression of someone faced with unexpected results accompanied by the semi-temporary (I don't say this completely joking) deafness of the .30-06' with a B.O.S.S. muzzle brake fired in an enclosed space. I'm not sure he expected this young boy to connect and the blast was probably something like a flashbang to him.
The memory that has impressed itself most into my brain was a morning spent walking deep into the woods of a family friend's deer camp near Escanaba. It was just my dad and I in the last semester of school, the last quality time we had together before I left to join the Navy. We woke up early and experienced a fog unlike anything I've seen short of the inside of a cloud in a snowstorm with strobe lights on. We could perceive a bare halo of green field grass about 10 feet in any direction and set off across a wide field aiming for a gate in the barbed wire fence a half mile away. The sun peaked through our dreamscene, adding a yellow-tinged smoke to the fantasy. Incredibly, our initial track was true. That simple accomplishment has always inexplicably impressed me. |
| 1 week 2 days ago | .303 |
What were you shooting? An old Enfield or something? 200 yds with irons is an impressive shot! |
| 1 week 2 days ago | No sniff |
Probably didn't get a good whif of you and you scared him just as bad. They don't see well so he probably couldn't figure out what you were |
| 1 week 2 days ago | he's gonna love USC. Hell I |
he's gonna love USC. Hell I wish I could have gone there |
| 1 week 3 days ago | Gamer |
Dude was a competitor if nothing else. I'm going to miss seeing him leave it all on the field and that improvisational style that Denard too-often lacks. The casual shotgun passing play drop, compact delivery and superior accuracy of the tight spiral, and the pointing directiveness of mad scrambles were something to behold. The 4th Q of the 09 ND game, as others have mentioned, was one of the happiest moments watching a Michigan game I've ever experienced. The world was ours for those first few weeks. It was shocking to see the talent we had half-forgotten waiting in the wings during the last portion of the Illinois game, a fine contrast with Denard, who is almost certainly a better quarterback, but not inarguably so. Good luck to you Tate! |
| 1 week 3 days ago | Lake The Posts |
is a not bad CFB blog. I would be pretty proud of overachieving NW football teams as well as occasionally decent-to-good basketball squads. Pat Fitzgerald is the top class of the B1G in terms of coaching, in my opinion. |
