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Chewing Tobacco (1 Viewer)

What kind?

  • Anything, equal opporunity

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Cope long

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Cope fine

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Skoal

    Votes: 2 12.5%

  • Grizzly

    Votes: 2 12.5%

  • Red Man

    Votes: 1 6.3%

  • Kodiak

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Other

    Votes: 13 81.3%
  • Total voters
    16
Smoo would strongly object to this pole. First of all, the response "Yes, I like my mouth cancer free" should read "No, I like my mouth cancer free." In addition, those of us who vote tried to vote no don't get our votes counted because we can't select an option in the second part of the pole.

 
Skoal long cut, straight.

I dip all day and nobody knows it.

Well, except for the other guy who stealth dips.

 
IvanKaramazov said:
Smoo would strongly object to this pole. First of all, the response "Yes, I like my mouth cancer free" should read "No, I like my mouth cancer free." In addition, those of us who vote tried to vote no don't get our votes counted because we can't select an option in the second part of the pole.
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clearly I'm encouraging you to use. Stimulate the southern economy.
 
IvanKaramazov said:
Smoo would strongly object to this pole. First of all, the response "Yes, I like my mouth cancer free" should read "No, I like my mouth cancer free." In addition, those of us who vote tried to vote no don't get our votes counted because we can't select an option in the second part of the pole.
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Yep. I just voted "other". What's the difference between chewing and dipping - and snuff?Thanks. I'll hang up and listen.
 
The Ghost of Common said:
Bout a tin a day of Skoal mint pouches. I chewed Cope for 9 years, but got sick of cleaning out my mouth every time I was done so I switched to the pouches.
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Plus, the pouches keep out the cancer.
 
I've been around both spending 20 years in the service and the dippers have it pretty good. They can dip on the plane, at bars, in cars and nobody says a word. Smokers cant get away with it. They smell too so I like the dippers best.

 
Cope Long and Kodiak.

And Cope Fine is called Cope Snuff. YWIA.

I'll buy a can of Snuff every now and then but it really is a pain in the ###.

 
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I chewed from about 13 til my early 20s. Probably 15 years since I quit.

Kodiak for the normal everyday chewing.......... Redman for on the ballfield.

 
Brutis said:
I've been around both spending 20 years in the service and the dippers have it pretty good. They can dip on the plane, at bars, in cars and nobody says a word. Smokers cant get away with it. They smell too so I like the dippers best.
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I gotta start dipping.
 
Just quit last Wednesday. Cheated briefly yesterday for about 3 or 4 hours. Grizzly Long Cut Straight was my choice, as Skoal became too expensive. About a tin every 3 or 4 days.

As far as quitting, the first 24-48 hours were the worst. Now, it's not so bad. I just had a hankerin' for it yesterday for some reason. Had a tin of it in my desk (about two weeks old) and it just tasted old and not very good. Put up with it for about 3-4 hours and then stopped. Yes, my tongue still checks to see if I've got a dip in. Can't tell it my tongue is disappointed or not. I'll see how long I can go.

 
Cope

Snuff

Since I was 16(?);

quit for 4 years... and then got divorced;

That was 7 years ago;

Wierd thing is.. i go all day without a chew.. no problem.. that after dinner time hits, particularly when the kids go to bed etc. ( call it 9 pm or so) and I gots to have a dip .. can't fall asleep without it.

 
Skoal Straight Long Cut. I like cherry every now and then. A tin last me about 5 days. I've been dipping for about 6 months. I smoked for 16 years and quit last March.

 
Used to be a can a day Skoal classic guy. Quit cold turkey back in 1999.

Started back when Skoal use to come in cardboard cans with metal lids. Could by a roll for less then $10.

 
Skoal cherry. I smoked for 12 years and quit. Strted dipping, did that for 14 years, stopped for three years, now back on again for the last year or so. I just love the stuff too much!

 
Started with Skoal LC Wintergreen, moved to Cope LC then Cope pouches. Quit Christmas day, used the patch for 2 days then went cold turkey, nothing like the taste of Cope.

 
texasheat said:
Hawken FTW
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Not sure what FTW means but I dipped Hawken for about 10 years. Before that, Red Man chew and Skoal, but just flat enjoyed the taste of Hawken. Yes, I know it is the Coors Light of dip, but I sure did like it. Quit 15 years ago.Crap. I'm tasting it right now in my imagination.
 
Sheriff66 said:
Started with Skoal LC Wintergreen, moved to Cope LC then Cope pouches. Quit Christmas day, used the patch for 2 days then went cold turkey, nothing like the taste of Cope.
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true, it seems everyone who uses Cope almost flat out refuse to use anything else, whereas those of us who don't use Cope can easily switch between various brands.
 
Started with Skoal Blue at age 16, moved onto Kodiak shortly thereafter. Quit in order to take up smoking. Have a Kodiak every once in a while for old times' sake.

 
chewed for 10 years starting at the age of 15. started w/ hawken, then moved to kodiak and cope for 8+ years. quit cold turkey. then started up again about 6 years later, this time grizzly. would chew during the summer and quit during the winter months. did this for 3 years and quit again. have not had one for 2 years.

 
I'm an equal opportunity Grizzly chewer. Straight, Mint, Natural- I like variety.

Used to go Cope Long, but 4 tins a week adds up.

 
FUBAR said:
Sheriff66 said:
Started with Skoal LC Wintergreen, moved to Cope LC then Cope pouches. Quit Christmas day, used the patch for 2 days then went cold turkey, nothing like the taste of Cope.
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true, it seems everyone who uses Cope almost flat out refuse to use anything else, whereas those of us who don't use Cope can easily switch between various brands.
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Not me. Started on Cope Long when I was 15, chewed that almost exclusively for the next 3 years, then began alternating between Cope Long and Kodiak, with the occasional can of Cope Snuff. Kind of scary to think I've been dipping now for 10+ years. Mouth cancer is kind of a scary thing.
 
This is what I know about dip.

Pledging Frat in college (Tx A&M). Drunk off my ### at The Tap. Frat dude walks up and says "flip top!" "Flip top" means lean your head back, close your eyes, open your mouth... and usually get something like ketchup or salt poured in. Usually harmless and funny.

Not this time. I open up and feel what I thought was a handful of shredded peanut shells (they serve baskets of peanuts) or something go in. I close my mouth and swallow, and notice the dude standing there with an empty can of dip. He had put 3/4 of a can in mouth, and I had swallowed a good portion of that before I knew what was up.

45 seconds later I literally fall over. 30 minutes later I wake up - apparently in the Taco Bell bathroom across the street puking up blood. ER. Three days of feeling like I was going to die.

Enjoy your dip! :construction:

 
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Balance said:
This is what I know about dip.Pledging Frat in college (Tx A&M). Drunk off my ### at The Tap. Frat dude walks up and says "flip top!" "Flip top" means lean your head back, close your eyes, open your mouth... and usually get something like ketchup or salt poured in. Usually harmless and funny.Not this time. I open up and feel what I thought was a handful of shredded peanut shells (they serve baskets of peanuts) or something go in. I close my mouth and swallow, and notice the dude standing there with an empty can of dip. He had put 3/4 of a can in mouth, and I had swallowed a good portion of that before I knew what was up.45 seconds later I literally fall over. 30 minutes later I wake up - apparently in the Taco Bell bathroom across the street puking up blood. ER. Three days of feeling like I was going to die.Enjoy your dip! :thumbup:
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You were doing it wrong.
 
Balance said:
This is what I know about dip.Pledging Frat in college (Tx A&M). Drunk off my ### at The Tap. Frat dude walks up and says "flip top!" "Flip top" means lean your head back, close your eyes, open your mouth... and usually get something like ketchup or salt poured in. Usually harmless and funny.Not this time. I open up and feel what I thought was a handful of shredded peanut shells (they serve baskets of peanuts) or something go in. I close my mouth and swallow, and notice the dude standing there with an empty can of dip. He had put 3/4 of a can in mouth, and I had swallowed a good portion of that before I knew what was up.45 seconds later I literally fall over. 30 minutes later I wake up - apparently in the Taco Bell bathroom across the street puking up blood. ER. Three days of feeling like I was going to die.Enjoy your dip! :goodposting:
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This was closer to my experience, less the frat forced swallowing (NTTAWWT).Took my spot in left field after someone gave me some Skoal between innings. Within 2 minutes I was bent over tossing my lunch, breakfast and anything else not nailed down in my stomach.
 
thatguy said:
FUBAR said:
Sheriff66 said:
Started with Skoal LC Wintergreen, moved to Cope LC then Cope pouches. Quit Christmas day, used the patch for 2 days then went cold turkey, nothing like the taste of Cope.
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true, it seems everyone who uses Cope almost flat out refuse to use anything else, whereas those of us who don't use Cope can easily switch between various brands.
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Not me. Started on Cope Long when I was 15, chewed that almost exclusively for the next 3 years, then began alternating between Cope Long and Kodiak, with the occasional can of Cope Snuff. Kind of scary to think I've been dipping now for 10+ years. Mouth cancer is kind of a scary thing.
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Yup, that's why I quit, plus I did not want my son to see my useing tobacco and think it is cool.
 
Ripley said:
lots of mouth cancer going on in this thread
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No joke. It just killed Tony Gwynn. :(

SAN DIEGO -- In late April, I surprised him at the hospital. He was in a wheelchair. His hair was fully gray. He couldn't open his right eye. He could only halfway open his mouth. He was on oxygen. The purest hitter of our generation was dying.You can't prepare yourself for that. Not when you knew him like I did. I was a rookie Padres beat writer in 1985; he'd won his first batting title in 1984. I knew him when his vision was 20-10, when he considered 1-for-4 a bad day at the office, when he used to write "5.5 hole" on his cleats. That day in the hospital, I would have done anything to see a young Tony Gwynn again. And then I looked down at his feet. He was wearing his old baseball shower shoes. On them was his scribbled number: 19. He was 19 to the end.

He thought I came to write about him that day. But I was really there to cheer up the man who spent 20 seasons cheering up a city. To live in San Diego is to live and breathe Tony Gwynn. My 12-year-old son, born a year after Gwynn retired, wore No. 19 in Encinitas Little League. He and a thousand other kids in town. Petco Park's address is 19 Tony Gwynn Way. His statue sits right behind where he played: right field. If the name Cal Ripken says Baltimore, then the name Tony Gwynn says San Diego.

He played basketball and baseball at San Diego State. He was drafted by the Padres and the San Diego Clippers on the same day. He played here 20 seasons. He could have left via free agency any number of times -- because the Padres are in a small market and let player after player walk -- but Gwynn always took "the hometown discount.''

Other Gwynns kept following him to the club. His brother, Chris, had an RBI for the Padres on the last day of the '96 season to beat the Dodgers and clinch the division. Tony's son, Anthony, would later roam the outfield for the Padres, too. Tony's daughter, Anisha, sang the national anthem here.

This may be a beach town, but Tony made it blue collar. He was the first big league hitter to videotape and watch every one of his at-bats. I would get to the ballpark at 2:30 p.m. for a 7 o'clock night game, and there was Tony, all alone, taking early batting practice. He thought he was a terrible hitter; that's what made him a Hall of Famer. That's why he was able to win eight batting titles and have a career average of .338, the highest since his friend and fellow San Diegan Ted Williams.

Tony always told me he was motivated by fear -- fear of going 0-for-5. At 2:30, every day, he'd hit upward of 100 balls to the 5.5 hole -- between shortstop and third -- and then lope back to the clubhouse ...

For another pinch of chewing tobacco.

I guess, if you want to get technical, baseball killed him. Because he first began to chew at rookie ball in Walla Walla, Washington. He was so paranoid that his swing would fall to pieces overnight that he would dip smokeless tobacco to take the edge off.

He told me he had the same morning habit for years -- brush your teeth, then fire in a dip -- and that he would go through a can and a half of Skoal a day. I remember the cup he used to keep by his locker to spit into. One day at home, his young son, Anthony, thought that cup was full of juice and took a sip. "It was gross,'' Anthony told me once. From that moment on, Anthony vowed he'd never chew.

But it was too late for Tony. "I was addicted," he once told me. He would sneak out of his house late at night -- "like a criminal,'' he said -- to buy his tobacco at a convenience store. If his wife, Alicia, had known, she would've socked him. She wanted him to quit, begged him to quit, threatened to leave him if he didn't quit. He tried bubble gum, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds and synthetic chew, but baseball wasn't baseball without the real stuff.

"I'm a tobacco junkie,'' he told me.

Until it gave him cancer of the salivary gland in 2010.

Cancer -- talk about a fastball to the head. He worked to beat it the same way he worked to go to the 5.5 hole. At the time of his diagnosis, he was the head baseball coach at San Diego State and promised them he'd be back after facial surgery, chemo and radiation. But when he returned, his face partially paralyzed, it was hard to look at him, hard to face this fact: Tony Gwynn didn't have the strength to smile. What had made him special -- and this may be part of his legacy -- is that he was the most congenial superstar I ever came across in my 30-year career. His laugh -- part hyena, part grammar school -- would enter the room a minute before he did. You could hear his giggle a half-mile away. Cancer took that away.

He beat it temporarily, but then the growths came back ... and came back again. His father, Charles, had died young of heart problems. Death crossed Tony's mind a lot. When I visited with him at the hospital, he thought I had come to write his obit. About a week earlier, there'd been a mishap during one of his cancer treatments. From what I'm told, he'd lost oxygen and was suddenly barely able to move. It was almost like a stroke, and he was sent to a rehab hospital to learn how to walk again. He knew his body was failing. He knew something perilous had happened to him, and he wasn't going to lie: He was scared.

I wanted to change the subject, so I brought up baseball. For the first time all day, he lit up. His greatest moment was his home run at Yankee Stadium in Game 1 of the '98 World Series, off of David Wells. His most disappointing was the '94 baseball strike. His batting average was .394 on Aug. 11, 1994, the day the players went on strike. If he'd had four more hits -- either four dying quails or four lucky nubbers -- he would have finished at .400, the first hitter to do so since Williams. Without the strike, I believe Gwynn would have done it, and he did too. He could've handled the media scrutiny. He would've taken his early BP at 2:30 and been all smiles at 6:30.

So his baseball life hadn't been perfect. Over the years, teammates were jealous of his popularity (see Jack Clark), and even upper management seemed threatened by him. Maybe he'd gotten too big in town for them. How he was never hired as the Padres' hitting coach is beyond me. They could've talked him out of coaching at San Diego State. They could've done more than just hire him as a broadcaster. John Moores, the owner when Tony retired, promised him a lifetime contract in 2001. But over the years, the two drifted apart.

It has ended badly and sadly. But I choose to remember the young Tony Gwynn, who despite his cherubic appearance, once stole 56 bases in a season. I remember him working on his defense in the offseason -- the same way Michael Jordan worked on his jumper -- and then earning five Gold Gloves. I remember doing a story on him and Don Mattingly in 1986, about a contest in which they were both supposed to hit a button when lights flashed -- to see who had the quickest reactions and the keenest eyesight. They were both in their prime at the time, and Mr. Padre whipped Mr. Yankee.

But I also will never forget that day at the hospital this April. Tony was trying to get his hands and arms to work again, and a therapist sat him in front of a series of lights -- just as he and Mattingly had done in '86. It had been 28 years. There had been three cancer surgeries, there had been weight gain. Tony was slow. He was frustrated. It wasn't fair. He used to have 20-10 vision; now he could barely see out of his right eye.

But he said he was hanging in, that he was looking forward to watching his Anthony play for the Phillies that night on TV. Just the sight of his kid trying to go to the 5.5 hole was enough to keep him upbeat. But first he wanted to take a rest. He was tired. So I said goodbye for the last time.

It was 2:30.
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LINK

If you're still dipping, please try to stop.

 
Ugh. I've dabbled in very infrequent dipping since high school, but have vomited from dipping while drunk so many times over the years that just reading the title of this thread makes me gag.

I still have friends who have been talking about quitting dipping since high school (about 15 years ago), but have never been able to go through with quitting.

 
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Raider Nation said:
I never realized the hold this has on people. Dip seems even harder to quit than cigarettes.
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The buzz from dip is (in my experience, at least) like that of if you fired up 5 cigarettes at once. It's not even close. Weird, like a beer buzz without loss of motor functions. Becomes a part of your routine, and that's when you're done for. Quitting it is BRUTAL. I used the patch, and it was the hardest thing I ever did because I :wub: 'd it, very hard to break free.

 
mquinnjr said:
Raider Nation said:
I never realized the hold this has on people. Dip seems even harder to quit than cigarettes.
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The buzz from dip is (in my experience, at least) like that of if you fired up 5 cigarettes at once. It's not even close. Weird, like a beer buzz without loss of motor functions. Becomes a part of your routine, and that's when you're done for. Quitting it is BRUTAL. I used the patch, and it was the hardest thing I ever did because I :wub: 'd it, very hard to break free.
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Our GB Bender was having a tough time with it too. This stuff is evil.

 
Can and a half of Cope per day....I quit chewing in 1991, ...

That was when the gum came out...talked my doc into 4 packs of nicorette gum/month/co-pay...

Chewed that for a year...

Used the patch to get off of the gum...

Had to quit the patch cold turkey after the first month, 21 mg patch, about 2.5 inches square....adhesive caused a rash...only so many places to put that size patch so I never filled the script for the 14 mg patch.

Still chew straws (wrap them up about 3/4 of an inch on themselves) into a circle...

Like an alcoholic who knows he can't have even one drink I still crave the snuff to this day..

That is me...friggin' toughest thing I ever had to quit in my life.

Tell my four boys, I hope they never start...

Sad to see ol' # 19 go out that way.

 
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