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YSR>. I'm caught up and see that you've answered most, but I'm still curious about the italics.
No wireless in the new condo, but I have some time so I'll bang it out on the phone. The italics were really just meant in sort of a "woe is me" kind of way. As in, of course it's my luck that the stars aligned in this way. But, ultimately, beggars can't be choosers on the job front these days, so this while thing is okay on a temporary basis. I don't suspect Mr. YSR of being underhanded at all, I just wish he had communicated a lite better months ago.
 
YSR>. I'm caught up and see that you've answered most, but I'm still curious about the italics.
No wireless in the new condo, but I have some time so I'll bang it out on the phone. The italics were really just meant in sort of a "woe is me" kind of way. As in, of course it's my luck that the stars aligned in this way. But, ultimately, beggars can't be choosers on the job front these days, so this while thing is okay on a temporary basis. I don't suspect Mr. YSR of being underhanded at all, I just wish he had communicated a lite better months ago.
Just seems like this is an issue on *dealbreaker* levels. Hope I'm jut misreading and all ends up the best for you and the mr.
 
Scary moment for the wife and I today. We spent Friday night in Madison at some friends house because we were heading to the Badger game exhibition today. She got up around 8am to go to the bathroom. I was still half asleep at this point but then heard a loud moan/sigh type noise (can't really explain it) and then a loud BOOM like someone dropped a bowling ball off a balcony onto a picnic table. Turns out she got off the toilet and started seeing white spots. She thought to herself "I better go back to the room and lay down" but it was too late. She fainted as she was reaching for the door and went head first into the corner of the bathroom between the door and the cabinet.

I jumped out of bed and didn't get the sheet completely off my left foot, lost my own balance and went head first into the bedroom door. :lmao:

I didn't lose consciousness, but it hurt like a Mo Fo

I ran out to see what happened. Couldn't find her but then saw the bathroom door was still closed. I couldn't open it so I started knocking. I heard her sort of shuffling around and I'm freaking out. "Are you ok? Can you open the door? What's going on? Talk to me hon!"

She was babbling a bit and we finally got the door open after what seemed like an hour but was really like 5 seconds. She's laying on the ground and said she fainted. I"m no EMT so if I did the wrong thing here, I'll take the heat. But I felt her head, took her pulse and then went to get a cold washcloth and a glass of water. The bathroom floor was cool so she said she just wanted to lay there. I sat with her for a few minutes until she felt ok to sit up. Once she sat up, I went to get her a banana. In a totally non sexual way she hammered that thing down like Kobayashi. That seemed to help and I got her upon her feet after a few more minutes. I walked her back to the bedroom to lay down. Meanwhile the residents of the house were just kinda walking by saying "So, how's it going?" expecting that she was drunk from the night before or something. Kinda upset about that, but I digress.....

We laid in bed for a bit more as I got her more water and tried to make sure she was ok. Then out of nowhere, she says "Is it 9 yet? We gotta get moving! Game is at 11 and there's a bloody and a beer with my name on it!" She was up and at it :snap:

:lmao: I love my wife!

PS She's ok. She's going to the doctor next week to make sure nothing is wrong. Her face is ok, in fact apparently her knee took the brunt of her body weight and that is what hurts right now. She didn't actually drink before the game aside from 1 beer after some more water and some food. She's sleeping now but seemed fine/in good spirits throughout the day.
Happy she's ok GB, but definitively get her to a doc.
 
The next person that gives me crap about never moving away from home can move to Nashville and then Jacksonville and then back to Memphis and then to Buffalo and then Chicago and then back to Portland and then to Atlanta and then shack up with Lhucks in the Castro in SF and work their way back to Gig Harbor and then spend a week in Boring Oregon and then hop a Greyhound back to Jacksonlina and kiss my ###.
 
YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:
Wow, stay safe K4!
 
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'Guster said:
'desert rose said:
'YSR said:
Moving Day!

Hasta la pasta, Jacksonville.
Goodbye JV, hello SC or Tennesse, land of the hoarders?
:goodposting: How did that all end up working out??
As much of an update as I can give - and I will in no way be offended by any TL;DRs, so I'll shorten:
As a matter of background: I moved to FL in February 2010 to be with my then-boyfriend/now-husband. It has been a pretty miserable year-and-a-half for many reasons, with the one bright spot being our engagement and marriage. In mid-December of last year I had a bit of a meltdown, basically telling him how unhappy I was in Jacksonville, and his response was, "Where do you want to go? We will go wherever you want to go". I said SC. Done. That was our plan for the months that followed, including a 200+ person engagement party in April where I was putting out job feelers for us both.

A couple of weeks ago, we had a guy stop by our house in Jacksonville and he decided to rent it. We had had it on the market for 60 days with no real bites, so this was a nice change. This new renter happens to work in an industry in which Mr. YSR has had some interest for some time, so they got to talking and it just so happened that our renter "knew a guy" in Knoxville who could hire the Mr. immediately.

Mr. YSR has several rental houses in Knoxville and one just so happened to be vacant when all of this went down. So, because neither of us has a job at this very moment, I was open to the idea, but still wanted him to follow up on some job leads in SC. When I pressed him on his follow-up efforts, we got into a "discussion" and in the heat of the argument, it came out that he isn't all that crazy about moving to SC.

I knew, and I really appreciated, the fact that SC probably wasn't his #1 choice of places to go but that he was going for my benefit. What upset me last week was the fact that I didn't know that he didn't really want to move there - I feel like I would have dealt with that a lot better months ago and wouldn't have put the time and energy into job searches for us. Not to mention the emotional energy that I've put in with my excitement about moving back to where I feel most grounded.

Fast forward a little to the end of this past week. Turns out that Mr. YSR's little sister has gotten back into drugs - this time she's using needles - so she's out of a job and has a condo mortgage to deal with. Her parents have been paying the mortgage for a few months but they really can't any longer. So, we are moving into her condo in Knoxville, taking on her mortgage, and going from there. She and her 15-month-old (dad is in prison) have moved back in with my in-laws (the hoarders) and some kind of detox program is being looked into.

I will say here and now that the biggest issue that we have in our marriage is his parents, specifically his mother. My tolerance of her and her passive aggressiveness has recently plummeted, but he is completely deaf to any reason regarding her. At some point we will likely need to involve a 3rd party in conversations regarding her.

So, Mr. YSR has had a couple of interviews in SC, and we had a really productive talk on Thursday about how Knoxville could ultimately be the demise of our relationship. We are likely going to be there for a couple of months and all I can think is that I can do anything for two months. So, we'll be there for now, since we have a place to stay, but I'm still looking for work in SC and will continue to do so for him.

Right now, I'm at my parents' house in SC. Drove the trailer up today. Mr. YSR will be here in about 2 hours, and then we will continue on to Knoxville tomorrow.
Good luck YSR, hope things work out.
 
I got home at 4:30am to a locked house. Sat on the deck watching planes go by (why are there so many planes at that hour?) comtemplating how to break in. Opted instead for phone sex and peeing on the driveway. I hope the neighbours are sound sleepers.
I did this once, but I puked all over the driveway. :shrug:
 
'YSR said:
'kotzwinkle said:
YSR>. I'm caught up and see that you've answered most, but I'm still curious about the italics.
No wireless in the new condo, but I have some time so I'll bang it out on the phone. The italics were really just meant in sort of a "woe is me" kind of way. As in, of course it's my luck that the stars aligned in this way. But, ultimately, beggars can't be choosers on the job front these days, so this while thing is okay on a temporary basis. I don't suspect Mr. YSR of being underhanded at all, I just wish he had communicated a lite better months ago.
He probably told his mom, and didn't find it necessary to repeat himself.

 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
:shock: Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person :that: I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?Edited...better? I am drunk and only a few English credits away from a degree in mediocrity. :bag: :bag: :bag: :fingers crossed: :i hope: :i hope: :i hope:
 
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'El Floppo said:
YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(

I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:

I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!

On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:
That's the kind of stuff I think about when I think of Memphis. The place is supposed to be REAL bad. Get the effe out of there, girl. If not the palace in the tropics then I'm sure a capable lady like you can land a gig in a town of her choosing. It might not pay as much, but it sure would make you safer and happier for a few years before you make the move (is this move years away? I'm confused on that).
:shock: I have lived in NYC for 25 years and even during the deep, dark wild-west days of the late 80s, only feared for having my Nikes stolen, not getting shot in head over them.

move. now.
Meh.... I've been in Memphis for about 20 of my last 25 years and have never been a victim of a crime. Hell, of all my friends I hardly even know anyone who's been a victim of a violent crime. IMO the bad #### is heavily concentrated in certain areas that most white folks just don't go (if they know any better). Not saying the city is safe.... it's rep is well earned. However it's easily avoidable if you have a decent head on your shoulders.
:goodposting: I lived outside of Memphis for an entire year and I was the only person that I knew that nearly died.
 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
Maybe she wanted to talk about finances. You could've gotten her when she was in a weakened state. Boy you fumbled that one!(BTW, what did the vm message say?)
 
The next person that gives me crap about never moving away from home can move to Nashville and then Jacksonville and then back to Memphis and then to Buffalo and then Chicago and then back to Portland and then to Atlanta and then shack up with Lhucks in the Castro in SF and work their way back to Gig Harbor and then spend a week in Boring Oregon and then hop a Greyhound back to Jacksonlina and kiss my ###.
That may work on the out-of-staters, friend, but you ain't foolin' me - it's Bako.
 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
:shock: Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?
I could assess the crazy a hell of a lot better if you could construct a sentence.
 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
Maybe she wanted to talk about finances. You could've gotten her when she was in a weakened state. Boy you fumbled that one!(BTW, what did the vm message say?)
she ended up going to the party that I thought I was going to. she actually called me in the evening and asked me if I minded if she went, and said that she thought it might be weird if we both went so I passed. I ended up drinking cocktails at a friend's house and then hitting a bar to meet up with people. she called me a little after midnight and said she was buzzed, had fun, thanked me for not making it weird, and asked if I wanted to come over.I talked to her this morning, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't remember it.
 
'[icon] said:
'El Floppo said:
YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(

I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:

I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!

On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:
That's the kind of stuff I think about when I think of Memphis. The place is supposed to be REAL bad. Get the effe out of there, girl. If not the palace in the tropics then I'm sure a capable lady like you can land a gig in a town of her choosing. It might not pay as much, but it sure would make you safer and happier for a few years before you make the move (is this move years away? I'm confused on that).
:shock: I have lived in NYC for 25 years and even during the deep, dark wild-west days of the late 80s, only feared for having my Nikes stolen, not getting shot in head over them.

move. now.
Meh.... I've been in Memphis for about 20 of my last 25 years and have never been a victim of a crime. Hell, of all my friends I hardly even know anyone who's been a victim of a violent crime. IMO the bad #### is heavily concentrated in certain areas that most white folks just don't go (if they know any better). Not saying the city is safe.... it's rep is well earned. However it's easily avoidable if you have a decent head on your shoulders.
:goodposting: I lived outside of Memphis for an entire year and I was the only person that I knew that nearly died.
New post for the attention, but edited to add that my near death experience was caused while I was a passenger in a single car accident nearly 20 years ago. Great medical staff in Memphis, but they lost my contact lenses :rant:
 
'YSR said:
'kotzwinkle said:
YSR>. I'm caught up and see that you've answered most, but I'm still curious about the italics.
No wireless in the new condo, but I have some time so I'll bang it out on the phone. The italics were really just meant in sort of a "woe is me" kind of way. As in, of course it's my luck that the stars aligned in this way. But, ultimately, beggars can't be choosers on the job front these days, so this while thing is okay on a temporary basis. I don't suspect Mr. YSR of being underhanded at all, I just wish he had communicated a lite better months ago.
I'm new here and am going to need some idea what the "hoarders" thing is. I'm gathering they're the in-laws and live in sharp contrast to your Swedish-Shaker minimalism, but I'm still not sure.
 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
:shock: Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?
I could assess the crazy a hell of a lot better if you could construct a sentence.
Would it be more or less crazy if I could do such?####, I need to take an English class.
 
As much of an update as I can give - and I will in no way be offended by any TL;DRs, so I'll shorten:

As a matter of background: I moved to FL in February 2010 to be with my then-boyfriend/now-husband. It has been a pretty miserable year-and-a-half for many reasons, with the one bright spot being our engagement and marriage. In mid-December of last year I had a bit of a meltdown, basically telling him how unhappy I was in Jacksonville, and his response was, "Where do you want to go? We will go wherever you want to go". I said SC. Done. That was our plan for the months that followed, including a 200+ person engagement party in April where I was putting out job feelers for us both.

A couple of weeks ago, we had a guy stop by our house in Jacksonville and he decided to rent it. We had had it on the market for 60 days with no real bites, so this was a nice change. This new renter happens to work in an industry in which Mr. YSR has had some interest for some time, so they got to talking and it just so happened that our renter "knew a guy" in Knoxville who could hire the Mr. immediately.

Mr. YSR has several rental houses in Knoxville and one just so happened to be vacant when all of this went down. So, because neither of us has a job at this very moment, I was open to the idea, but still wanted him to follow up on some job leads in SC. When I pressed him on his follow-up efforts, we got into a "discussion" and in the heat of the argument, it came out that he isn't all that crazy about moving to SC.

I knew, and I really appreciated, the fact that SC probably wasn't his #1 choice of places to go but that he was going for my benefit. What upset me last week was the fact that I didn't know that he didn't really want to move there - I feel like I would have dealt with that a lot better months ago and wouldn't have put the time and energy into job searches for us. Not to mention the emotional energy that I've put in with my excitement about moving back to where I feel most grounded.

Fast forward a little to the end of this past week. Turns out that Mr. YSR's little sister has gotten back into drugs - this time she's using needles - so she's out of a job and has a condo mortgage to deal with. Her parents have been paying the mortgage for a few months but they really can't any longer. So, we are moving into her condo in Knoxville, taking on her mortgage, and going from there. She and her 15-month-old (dad is in prison) have moved back in with my in-laws (the hoarders) and some kind of detox program is being looked into.

I will say here and now that the biggest issue that we have in our marriage is his parents, specifically his mother. My tolerance of her and her passive aggressiveness has recently plummeted, but he is completely deaf to any reason regarding her. At some point we will likely need to involve a 3rd party in conversations regarding her.

So, Mr. YSR has had a couple of interviews in SC, and we had a really productive talk on Thursday about how Knoxville could ultimately be the demise of our relationship. We are likely going to be there for a couple of months and all I can think is that I can do anything for two months. So, we'll be there for now, since we have a place to stay, but I'm still looking for work in SC and will continue to do so for him.

Right now, I'm at my parents' house in SC. Drove the trailer up today. Mr. YSR will be here in about 2 hours, and then we will continue on to Knoxville tomorrow.
Yikes. Good luck with Romo and the in-laws. Hypothetically speaking, if (God forbid) things end up not working out for the YSR's, and YSR marries me, would the Gadzooks/YSR wedding reception be the greatest GMTAN Cornhole EVER???

Mrs. SLB isn't going to like this. Not like this at all.K4, glad you are doing alright GB.

OPM, :lmao: nice song. :lmao:

Sammy B., take care of your new bride. :(

YSR, sticking to my original post.

GBP, thanks for showing up and not pounding the Rams you bunch of dickmittens.

 
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The next person that gives me crap about never moving away from home can move to Nashville and then Jacksonville and then back to Memphis and then to Buffalo and then Chicago and then back to Portland and then to Atlanta and then shack up with Lhucks in the Castro in SF and work their way back to Gig Harbor and then spend a week in Boring Oregon and then hop a Greyhound back to Jacksonlina and kiss my ###.
That may work on the out-of-staters, friend, but you ain't foolin' me - it's Bako.
It's God's Country, TYVM.
 
YSR> Good luck in your new digs. I have a feeling that we'll be hearing a lot of crazy in-law hoarder stories from you. How does Mr. YSR rank on the hoarder scale? Is it hereditary at all? Also, how long do you have to live in the drug-in-law's condo? Is there any exit plan there?

 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
:shock: Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?
I could assess the crazy a hell of a lot better if you could construct a sentence.
Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person :that: I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?Edit...better? I am drunk and only a few English credits away from a degree in mediocrity. :bag: :fingers crossed: :i hope: :i hope: :i hope: Edit: :bag: I need help with both editing and sentence structure. End it all, or carry on?
 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
:shock: Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?
I could assess the crazy a hell of a lot better if you could construct a sentence.
Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person :that: I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?Edit...better? I am drunk and only a few English credits away from a degree in mediocrity. :bag: :fingers crossed: :i hope: :i hope: :i hope:

Edit: :bag: I need help with both editing and sentence structure. End it all, or carry on?
:mellow:
 
lots of crossover between here and the drunk thread.
:bag: Might just be me.Sucks when the first NFL game starts at 8pm. If I am putting sludge in the engine let me know.
the drunk thread is basically just a subset of the same people.
Fair enough, I was concerned that this post was directed at some quality assurance. The overlap that you speak about is disturbing...I hope that some of you get your demons in-check sooner than later.(going to be a bad day at work tomorrow, hope to have some friends along the way).
 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
:shock: Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?
I could assess the crazy a hell of a lot better if you could construct a sentence.
Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person :that: I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?Edit...better? I am drunk and only a few English credits away from a degree in mediocrity. :bag: :fingers crossed: :i hope: :i hope: :i hope:

Edit: :bag: I need help with both editing and sentence structure. End it all, or carry on?
:mellow:
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao: My Wife is the python fan and I must admit that I am still a bit lost here based on this. I am an admitted butcher of my native language. It certainly improves my disposition towards immigration.I am lost :mellow:

 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
:shock: Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?
I could assess the crazy a hell of a lot better if you could construct a sentence.
Would it be more or less crazy if I could do such?####, I need to take an English class.
Word on the street is illegal immigrant English teachers teach for 50 cents an hour. Look into it.
 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
:shock: Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?
I could assess the crazy a hell of a lot better if you could construct a sentence.
Would it be more or less crazy if I could do such?####, I need to take an English class.
Word on the street is illegal immigrant English teachers teach for 50 cents an hour. Look into it.
I was born here...Too soon???Good luck with all the #### Dharma.
 
'-fish- said:
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.
:shock: Am I selfish to be happy that I am probably the craziest person I allow myself to be touched by on a daily basis?
I could assess the crazy a hell of a lot better if you could construct a sentence.
Would it be more or less crazy if I could do such?####, I need to take an English class.
Word on the street is illegal immigrant English teachers teach for 50 cents an hour. Look into it.
I was born here...Too soon???Good luck with all the #### Dharma.
Thanks.If you change your mind I'll be hanging out by the dry erase boards at the Home Depot.
 
Mrs. SLB and myself watched The Fourth Kind last night. I'm officially freaked out. Based on a true story
Is that about alien abductions?If so I can't watch it. When I was a kid I read that Whitley Striber hoax: Communion, in which Striber claims to have been abducted/contacted by aliens in his rural Upstate New York home. Me being young, impressionable, and living in a rural home in Upstate New York promptly crapped brain fluid and couldn't sleep right for months. Years later I'd still wake up now and then feeling overly tired, and had to convince myself it wasn't because I'd been abducted, anally raped by a metallic nozzle, and had my memory erased.

It effed me up so bad that I still can't watch abduction movies today. I know the Striber book was all a hoax to drive books sales, but abduction movies still give me insane nightmares.

If I ever bump into Striber at a book convention I swear I'm going to anally probe him with the wide end of my boot.

 
Mrs. SLB and myself watched The Fourth Kind last night. I'm officially freaked out. Based on a true story
Is that about alien abductions?If so I can't watch it. When I was a kid I read that Whitley Striber hoax: Communion, in which Striber claims to have been abducted/contacted by aliens in his rural Upstate New York home. Me being young, impressionable, and living in a rural home in Upstate New York promptly crapped brain fluid and couldn't sleep right for months. Years later I'd still wake up now and then feeling overly tired, and had to convince myself it wasn't because I'd been abducted, anally raped by a metallic nozzle, and had my memory erased.

It effed me up so bad that I still can't watch abduction movies today. I know the Striber book was all a hoax to drive books sales, but abduction movies still give me insane nightmares.

If I ever bump into Striber at a book convention I swear I'm going to anally probe him with the wide end of my boot.
It is. They play real footage almost the whole movie. Freaky, freaky, ####.Oh and :lmao:

 
Yeah, actually of the many things I hate about Memphis, crime is not really one of them. :like many highly segregated cities ( :shrug: ), the crime is generally concentrated, though in some very nice areas you can be backed up right on a terrible area. Downtown where I am is generally pretty safe, but this shooting was definitely disconcerting ([icon], it was at Danny Thomas and Vance). Overall, though, in my "nice" area of Chicago I had, among other things, a stolen car set on fire in my yard, a sexual assault in the gangway between my house and my neighbor's, and everything stolen off my porch (once). Here I've had not even a car break-in, though I always worry given what I hear from friends, and we regularly leave stuff outside without anything being taken. :shrug:

 
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GBP, thanks for showing up and not pounding the Rams you bunch of dickmittens.
They had the cover in the second quarter and called off the dogs. :shrug:
I used to play 3-4 games a week up until a couple years ago but I just don't pay enough attention so I only make a couple of bets a year now, usually for or against the Rams. (For you sic gamblers, my thought has always been to bet for against the team you know the most. Leave your heart on the table.). So this morning I thought dime on the Packers. Then I talked myself down to 5. Then I thought I would hedge and go 2-2-2. Stupid. :wall:
 
Yeah, actually of the many things I hate about Memphis, crime is not really one of them. :like many highly segregated cities ( :shrug: ), the crime is generally concentrated, though in some very nice areas you can be backed up right on a terrible area. Downtown where I am is generally pretty safe, but this shooting was definitely disconcerting ([icon], it was at Danny Thomas and Vance). Overall, though, in my "nice" area of Chicago I had, among other things, a stolen car set on fire in my yard, a sexual assault in the gangway between my house and my neighbor's, and everything stolen off my porch (once). Here I've had not even a car break-in, though I always worry given what I hear from friends, and we regularly leave stuff outside without anything being taken. :shrug:
I bet you take your solid gold lawn ornaments in at night now.
 
So my 9yr old daughter made it to the sectionals round of the NFL PPK, which was held today. We have had very little time to practice this week, so we basically had to cram in a session this morning, and that was about it. She has been completely unable to get any elevation when kicking off the tee, and always ended up squibbing it. You only get credit for distance traveled through the air, and accuracy, so I told her to just do her best on punting and passing, and hopefully those would be enough to carry her kickoff number.

So we get to the sectionals and there are 7 girls in her age group. She is the 5th to go. I did some unscientific measuring of the total yardage of the girls in front of her. The first 3 didn't do anything extraordinary, and had totals of 31yds, 31 yds, and 28 yds. The 4th girl absolutely crushed her punt, and had good kickoff and passing numbers, and jumped out to 57 yards.

Ella was up next. She started off with a 14 yard punt, which is less than she is capable of, and a 13 yard pass, which is also 4-5 yards shorter than I've seen her throw. So she's sitting at 27 yards, and I figure she'll be lucky to get the 4 yards necessary on her kickoff to slip into second place.

She tees up the ball, takes a few steps back, and absolutely destroys a 25yd kickoff. People who had no rooting interest and had been silent were cheering. At the end of the day, she wound up solidly in second place, with the official difference being about 7 total yards. She was very happy, and has a very outside chance of attending and competing at a Falcons game (only if the 1st place winner can't go, and then only if her number stands up against the winners in the other sectionals). But I am VERY proud of my girl. She kicked the crap out of that ball. :thumbup:

 

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