I believe the details regarding professional trajectory were relevant to share in the initial tweet, for context. I'd be interested to read more details about precisely where this happened, who was driving the car, how fast, what time, etc. Very tragic.
My friends, would it be obtuse to ask for calm for this young team? I checked out for a decade after Woodson, and it seems like we were blowing in the wind. Harbaugh is building a juggernaut, it takes time, and they should keep the staff in place. Also, let these young men harden.
I would upvote this, if I had the points to do so. When I noticed this mentioned on ESPN's NCAA football section, I thought to myself, we had better Michigan Daily crime notes when I was a wee lad. Many of them had to do with someone defecating in the Law Quad. What one man can do, another can do. Of course my time was before cameras or drones. It was a time of wood, son, and national championships, and the naked mile. #scatinspace
Let's tone down the religion, folks. You can be ethical without believing in immaculate conception, resurrection of dead people, or imaginary friends watching over everything you do. No reason to evangelize in this forum.
It was very disturbing, this season, to see a 75yr old heart-bypass Buffalo gentleman fouled out of a game. Quite clearly, in every interview - the quickest, most thorough, thoughtful, quick-witted coach. I haven't seen a more articulate, loquacious person in athletics. We are fortunate to watch him and follow him, and we are perhaps lucky.
It is my belief that he will have the widest shoulders in Jacksonville, Florida; and that he will very well enjoy the wax museum in St. Augustine, and the alligator feedings, as I have.
I would like to give credence to humans from the south, or lesser universities, whose 101 books were lesser, perhaps not even great!?; and engender their efforts in sports journalism, and their silly teams and lives.
I was driving today, and listened to the last five minutes on tunein. I would be thrilled if CBS would release it, now that it's technically Sunday. I mean, WTF.
Thanks to each of you for these great suggestions. In my opinion, Fortitude is the best piece of episodic entertainment I've seen in the last few years.
I, too, am imbibing alcohol, and I'm wondering, as the wheels fall off the wagon in Columbus, and we realize that this is a branding and marketing battle as much as it is a football battle, whether ESPN will have Desmond calling the main games, rather than that weird OSU QB from the 90s, even though he is a talented commentator, and has striven to be impartial, as this shift of power proceeds.
Gentlemen, I understand many of you have spawned off, busting a nut and landing a single spermatazoa in an ovum. Zygotes notwithstanding, please stop. There is a planet at stake, and the fruits of your loins are inconsequential, if you are no longer reading books, or participating. Please participate, you fucking fucks.
And let it be known...we should all be wary of our own prostate glands. It's important to ejaculate, to release pressure, and if possible, to do so over the landfills and pseudo-communities that constitute Ohio.
I will go in as follows. The color blue is the characteristic that human eyes view of the sky, the color of the oceans, and the hue of vein-contained blood. Green is also grand. It's the color of spring, and it can be cool and friendly-like. I'm excited to watch a game without red teams.
Let us all be reminded that Our Lady is a Catholic institution, which somewhat indoctrinates its students in a Christian/religious tradition. It is a lesser research institution than our alma mater, and deserves lesser respect, in the grand scheme.
My fave Umich game of all time. A dark, grey afternoon. "Sack! A slow developing play-action thing that was blown apart by the rush of Glen Steele." Looking forward to more of that this year.
was a dark night and i was already 5 gins and tonic to the wind, so i decided to return to the white man's paradise that vincent had so decently dropped in my lap.
i struck out along wong nai chung toward queens road and central wanchai. sucking a fresh pack of marlboro lights, i felt cool, crisp, and invincible, much like a jedi.
i stepped up to the bar and before i could even order a drink, the woman sitting next to me reached behind, surveying the contents of my crotch. she had me at that. the question was where, how much, and could i actually get a little sleep afterward.
she was a korean mongol, and very pretty. we cabbed it back to the cosmo, talked about our emotional defeats, and watched whitney houston sing the national anthem. i living-daylighted her and kicked her out several hours later with $100HK and the rest of my cigarettes. a very fond memory.
Actually, I will double down on this. You had one job. One important thing to do - catch the ball. As a much less physically gifted human being, I've made it my thang to catch every ball. Balls are balls. Be a guy, be a dood, be an animal. Or at least watch Empire Strikes Back as Luke gets his new hand and has a droid doiing the multimeter thing. Purchase a multimeter from Meijer, if you happen to be in Ann Arbor during this next month. Test everything in your vicinity. You have some time now.
I'm sorry to comment off-topic, but ultimately, defensive backs need to catch the ball when it hits their hands. That is the critical function of their role. If #14 fails to feel the ball beneath gloved hands, so be it. I will discuss other topics, and move on.
I feel somewhat weirded out by the Discover Card commercials. As a male of three adult decades, whose caucasian friends have chosen American Asian wives, perhaps because of their beauty and perhaps because of their quick wittedness, or other qualities, I find the obnoxious claim-your-extra-cash commercials out-in-front, or perhaps, behind. I'm glad they're out there, and would like them to be played less. But thanks for creating them, if you, a Michigander, are to blame.
The more I reflect on this, the more I think about fellatio as an instrument of power. I consider the vacuum packed action that must have taken place to convince western humans to sign on to a red team, when, in essence, blue means good, in the northern United States.
I would factor in one remaining element. An utterly unflinching obliviousness to fear. Having seen and/or smelled death. Football pales in comparison - even MS State broken ankles. NBD. JoK has spent too much time in church and Mott. Go sing for your kids, boo.
I missed two points - arm strength, and testicular strength. I entreat you, commenter, to a duel of either strengths. And if Tunneler is out there trolling, the entreaty stands open to a threesome.
I also give JoK a just-okay because of his affinity for a spent out, splayed out, played out religion. Reliance on hope has nothing to do with winning football games; certainly don't display that old religion at a secular, research-based institution such as Ann Arbor. Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. Simple tricks and nonsense.
and it's not hard to be a good quarterback. It's essentially a knowledge of algebra, hand-eye coordination, quick reflexes, and practice. That is all. You can hit doods on the money if you have that skill set.
It strikes me that Peppers, Hudson, and now Bush, among others, could have had game changing plays if the sensitivity of nerve endings in their hands was top-of-brain for them. Obviously it makes more sense to concentrate on other musculature to stop the run; yet, are there science museum-type hand experiences that might inspire grip alacrity?
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Seemed like he got his bell rung
Why does an Illinus fight, and what is it that escalates an Illiunus at rest, to fight?
I think I heard someone say the stadium is now branded "SHI" Stadium. They seem to be one letter away from a very cute prank.
Devin is doing well. He has a natural talent for this.
I believe the details regarding professional trajectory were relevant to share in the initial tweet, for context. I'd be interested to read more details about precisely where this happened, who was driving the car, how fast, what time, etc. Very tragic.
Nice to have some hands at DB
We should play this in Soldier Field. Show those southerners hwhat for.
My advent calendar for today produced a tea entitled spicy anus. I shall clench it.
Also, I'm chasing Evan Williams with a Coca-cola Classic, snidely, and sniffing some great Australian amberwood.
My friends, would it be obtuse to ask for calm for this young team? I checked out for a decade after Woodson, and it seems like we were blowing in the wind. Harbaugh is building a juggernaut, it takes time, and they should keep the staff in place. Also, let these young men harden.
I would upvote this, if I had the points to do so. When I noticed this mentioned on ESPN's NCAA football section, I thought to myself, we had better Michigan Daily crime notes when I was a wee lad. Many of them had to do with someone defecating in the Law Quad. What one man can do, another can do. Of course my time was before cameras or drones. It was a time of wood, son, and national championships, and the naked mile. #scatinspace
Let's tone down the religion, folks. You can be ethical without believing in immaculate conception, resurrection of dead people, or imaginary friends watching over everything you do. No reason to evangelize in this forum.
It was very disturbing, this season, to see a 75yr old heart-bypass Buffalo gentleman fouled out of a game. Quite clearly, in every interview - the quickest, most thorough, thoughtful, quick-witted coach. I haven't seen a more articulate, loquacious person in athletics. We are fortunate to watch him and follow him, and we are perhaps lucky.
Sporting teams' prospects, notwithstanding, it's difficult to deny the allure of A1A, Beachfront Avenue.
It is my belief that he will have the widest shoulders in Jacksonville, Florida; and that he will very well enjoy the wax museum in St. Augustine, and the alligator feedings, as I have.
This arrogance only comes out when I can't watch the topical game on youtube. I'm sorry, everyone.
I would like to give credence to humans from the south, or lesser universities, whose 101 books were lesser, perhaps not even great!?; and engender their efforts in sports journalism, and their silly teams and lives.
I will watch them play Maryland, I suppose.
I was driving today, and listened to the last five minutes on tunein. I would be thrilled if CBS would release it, now that it's technically Sunday. I mean, WTF.
Thanks to each of you for these great suggestions. In my opinion, Fortitude is the best piece of episodic entertainment I've seen in the last few years.
I, too, am imbibing alcohol, and I'm wondering, as the wheels fall off the wagon in Columbus, and we realize that this is a branding and marketing battle as much as it is a football battle, whether ESPN will have Desmond calling the main games, rather than that weird OSU QB from the 90s, even though he is a talented commentator, and has striven to be impartial, as this shift of power proceeds.
Gentlemen, I understand many of you have spawned off, busting a nut and landing a single spermatazoa in an ovum. Zygotes notwithstanding, please stop. There is a planet at stake, and the fruits of your loins are inconsequential, if you are no longer reading books, or participating. Please participate, you fucking fucks.
I would like Cooper and Colby to go away. We'll talk to them in two decades. Thanks.
And let it be known...we should all be wary of our own prostate glands. It's important to ejaculate, to release pressure, and if possible, to do so over the landfills and pseudo-communities that constitute Ohio.
Furthermore, I suspect Wadsworth's vas deferens to be in prime condition, and surely, be wary of his prostate.
Wadsworth seems worth his wad. It's difficult to hitch one's wagon to a burning scrotum.
I will go in as follows. The color blue is the characteristic that human eyes view of the sky, the color of the oceans, and the hue of vein-contained blood. Green is also grand. It's the color of spring, and it can be cool and friendly-like. I'm excited to watch a game without red teams.
No, thank you.
Let us all be reminded that Our Lady is a Catholic institution, which somewhat indoctrinates its students in a Christian/religious tradition. It is a lesser research institution than our alma mater, and deserves lesser respect, in the grand scheme.
Please stop procreating. WTF is wrong with you.
He has always been inaccurate and inconsistent. I blame golf, and a lackadaisical Virginia upbringing.
My fave Umich game of all time. A dark, grey afternoon. "Sack! A slow developing play-action thing that was blown apart by the rush of Glen Steele." Looking forward to more of that this year.
was a dark night and i was already 5 gins and tonic to the wind, so i decided to return to the white man's paradise that vincent had so decently dropped in my lap.
i struck out along wong nai chung toward queens road and central wanchai. sucking a fresh pack of marlboro lights, i felt cool, crisp, and invincible, much like a jedi.
i stepped up to the bar and before i could even order a drink, the woman sitting next to me reached behind, surveying the contents of my crotch. she had me at that. the question was where, how much, and could i actually get a little sleep afterward.
she was a korean mongol, and very pretty. we cabbed it back to the cosmo, talked about our emotional defeats, and watched whitney houston sing the national anthem. i living-daylighted her and kicked her out several hours later with $100HK and the rest of my cigarettes. a very fond memory.
I'm a little coquettish about this, but is anyone on this here blog particular to mashes potatoes and gravy?
Actually, I will double down on this. You had one job. One important thing to do - catch the ball. As a much less physically gifted human being, I've made it my thang to catch every ball. Balls are balls. Be a guy, be a dood, be an animal. Or at least watch Empire Strikes Back as Luke gets his new hand and has a droid doiing the multimeter thing. Purchase a multimeter from Meijer, if you happen to be in Ann Arbor during this next month. Test everything in your vicinity. You have some time now.
Last Umich Heisman? Never dropped the ball.
I'm sorry to comment off-topic, but ultimately, defensive backs need to catch the ball when it hits their hands. That is the critical function of their role. If #14 fails to feel the ball beneath gloved hands, so be it. I will discuss other topics, and move on.
I feel somewhat weirded out by the Discover Card commercials. As a male of three adult decades, whose caucasian friends have chosen American Asian wives, perhaps because of their beauty and perhaps because of their quick wittedness, or other qualities, I find the obnoxious claim-your-extra-cash commercials out-in-front, or perhaps, behind. I'm glad they're out there, and would like them to be played less. But thanks for creating them, if you, a Michigander, are to blame.
The more I reflect on this, the more I think about fellatio as an instrument of power. I consider the vacuum packed action that must have taken place to convince western humans to sign on to a red team, when, in essence, blue means good, in the northern United States.
I would factor in one remaining element. An utterly unflinching obliviousness to fear. Having seen and/or smelled death. Football pales in comparison - even MS State broken ankles. NBD. JoK has spent too much time in church and Mott. Go sing for your kids, boo.
I missed two points - arm strength, and testicular strength. I entreat you, commenter, to a duel of either strengths. And if Tunneler is out there trolling, the entreaty stands open to a threesome.
I also give JoK a just-okay because of his affinity for a spent out, splayed out, played out religion. Reliance on hope has nothing to do with winning football games; certainly don't display that old religion at a secular, research-based institution such as Ann Arbor. Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. Simple tricks and nonsense.
and it's not hard to be a good quarterback. It's essentially a knowledge of algebra, hand-eye coordination, quick reflexes, and practice. That is all. You can hit doods on the money if you have that skill set.
Yes.
It strikes me that Peppers, Hudson, and now Bush, among others, could have had game changing plays if the sensitivity of nerve endings in their hands was top-of-brain for them. Obviously it makes more sense to concentrate on other musculature to stop the run; yet, are there science museum-type hand experiences that might inspire grip alacrity?