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| Posted by TheBEEZER 21 Hours Ago
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Okay, we have one Baseball position in this series...Outfield...I've noticed, the biggest factor for the most part seems to be offensive numbers...well, except when 3B...Read More
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Where have you been hiding ole friend?
It has been several years since seeing my ole buddy Nutsack. Now I was able to see him when I was looking through a mirror or some other reflective device, but now I can just look down and say hello to him and his partner Shaft. Now I do not believe he left me per say, but that I had and illness called Dunlap Disease. It is a terrible illness that several people suffer from like I did for many years. The cure for Dunlap disease is Get the fuck Away from the Table, however this is a syndrome which is tough to cure as evidenced by the ads sales so many quick cures to Dunlap. There is no quick cures. It has taken me 2 hours a day for 4 days a week for just about a year to put a dent into the Dunlap syndrome, but now that me and Nutsack are reunited, it is all worth it. I missed watching Shaft in the morning letting me know not only what time it was but also what time it could be! I have much more enjoyment with Nutsack and Shaft now but I have to be careful not to have too much fun ;).
So to all of the fellow readers suffering from Dunlap disease I’m here to tell you that there is hope! As I type right now I’m holding my buddies close to me. Now that I have found them again I do not want to lose them again.
When I was in my teens to twenties so many people would tell me that Shaft and Sack was what I thought with. I had to correct several to let them know that they thought FOR me. So yes I was proud and aloof when my pals left me for the last several years, so imagine my recent excitement upon finding them again!
So guys, find your Nutsacks and Shafts again if you suffer from Dunlap’s. You will be happy.
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Of course you and I both thought, "I want a gun like that."
AR-15 assault rifle and dude has a 60 cal. Just because she has great breast and at one time or point waltzed around a MMA ring, why else does she get to play with those toys? Of course I'm not as sexy as her especially in that shirt.
So what about her? bet she could ask to drive a tank and get her wish.
But she eats too much I'm watching my weight
And what I eat..
So i would never shop here, but a 50% chance of shopping one of these two..
I will give you a hint.. NOT the one on the right...
So it just goes to show you that is you suck
You are not a Oregon Duck...
GO DUCKS!!!
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Right off the bat, the Heisman Trophy is a disgusting lie. It claims to be an award given to the most outstanding player in collegiate football, yet rarely gives the award to the most outstanding player.
The Heisman Trophy actually goes to the most outstanding quarterback / running back / wide receiver in collegiate football who touches the football, because there have been many years that dominant defensive players have been ignored in favor of guys who touch the ball. Mostly quarterbacks.
Though the Davey O'Brien Award is supposed to go to the most outstanding collegiate quarterback, the Doak Walker Award goes to the best collegiate running back, and the Fred Belitnikoff Award goes to the best collegiate wide receiver, the Heisman has now become all three of those awards rolled up into one.
The Maxwell Award can also be accused of falling into the love-fest trap. While several defensive players once won their award, one that claims to go to the best football player in the United States, Hugh Green was the last defensive player to win it in 1980.
While the 2010 awards only dispute comes down to the honesty of their front runner, a quarterback of course, there have been many seasons in the past inferior players were given this trophy instead of the most outstanding player in collegiate football.
Here is a look back at the Heisman Trophy Award's disrespect to college football and the players who participated in it.
2009 : Ndamukong Suh
The Heisman Trophy officially became a piece of sell-out garbage when Alabama running back Mark Ingram Jr. was selected over Suh. Not only was Suh far and away the best player in college football, but Ingram wasn't even the best player on his own team.
Though it was the closest vote in the 75-year history of the Heisman, every person who selected Ingram over Suh should never be allowed to vote again. It is clear they know nothing about the game of football and only watch the guys running around with the ball in their hands.
2002 : Terrell Suggs
In his junior year, Suggs went crazy on the football field. He had a NCAA record 22 sacks and set a Pacific-10 Conference record with 29.5 tackles for losses.
"Terrell Suggs is the most dominant player I have seen on film this year," said Oregon coach Mike Belotti.
"Terrell Suggs was unstoppable," said Washington coach Rick Neuheisel.
Yet the Heisman voters HAD to give it to a quarterback, so they chose Carson Palmer of USC.
Never mind the fact PAC-10 coaches, the conference Palmer also played in, all said Suggs was the best player in the conference. The Heisman voters decided Palmer was the best in all of college football.
1980 : Hugh Green
Green was so great in college football, one could say he deserved the Heisman all four of his years with Pittsburgh University. His teams lost just eight times over that time.
1980 was perhaps his finest. Not only was his team on top of the polls much of the year, he was so great that his school retired his uniform at halftime of his final home game. He won the Walter Camp Award, the Maxwell Award, the Lombardi Award and was the Sporting News Player of the Year, the UPI Player of the Year Award, but finished second in the Heisman to halfback George Rogers and over 1,700 rushing yards.
Green had 277 tackles in his 48 career games, 52 for loss of yardage, 24 forced fumbles, 53 sacks, and 76 hurries. His senior year saw him get 17 sacks, force seven fumbles, and recover four fumbles.
Though it is hard to hate the selection of Rogers that year, it was clear to all Green deserved the award most. He finished second in the vote, which was the best a defensive specialist had ever attained until Charles Woodson won the award in 1997. Woodson was used as a wide receiver and punt returner often that year, which helped his cause greatly in the offensive-minded Heisman voters eyes.
USC coaching legend John McKay said Green was the most productive player at his position he had ever seen in college football.
1972 : Brad Van Pelt
Van Pelt is not a sexy pick here, but it is clear Johnny Rogers won the Heisman that year yet deserved it more the season before.
The reason Rogers did not win it in 1971 is because he got convicted of robbing a gas station, so the Heisman voters gave the award to an average quarterback named Pat Sullivan. Rogers had a great 1972 season, but it was not nearly as great as the one he played the year before.
Brad Van Pelt became the second linebacker to win the Maxwell Award that year. Maybe he isn't the right pick for the Heisman that year, but he is easily as worthy as Rogers as far as being the most outstanding collegiate player in 1972.
1969 : Mike Reid
Steve Owens, a running back at Oklahoma, won the award that year after a great career. Reid, however, had a great year in 1969.
He won the Maxwell and Outland Awards that year, but only finished fifth in the Heisman voting.
Just another example of a football player being ignored in favor of a guy who touches the ball.
1966 : Alan Page
Another example of a defensive lineman getting no love or respect. This was also seen by the Maxwell Award going to Page's teammate, linebacker Jim Lynch.
Page, maybe the greatest defensive lineman in Notre Dame history, was utterly dominant that year. He did not get the recognition he deserved for several reason, the most obvious one is because he toiled as a defensive tackle. Even so, his play sparked the Fighting Irish to their first national title in 17 years in 1966.
Of course the Heisman went to a quarterback. Steve Spurrier had a nice season, but he probably won the award by waving off his teams place kicker before booting the 40-yard kick himself.
1965 : Tommy Nobis
Maybe the biggest snub in Heisman history.
Nobis, who averaged over an amazing 20 tackles a game in his entire career, won the Maxwell, Knute Rockne, and Outland Awards in 1965. He was a two-way player his entire career who was also an outstanding offensive guard for the Longhorns of Texas University. Texas would often run behind him when they needed a touchdown.
Nobis was more than a Texas Legend who graced the covers of several major publications his senior year, he made one of the most famous tackles in the history of college football. While ahead 21-17 over top-ranked Alabama in the Orange Bowl, the Crimson Tide had the ball fourth and inches late in the fourth quarter. Future Hall of Fame quarterback Joe Namath tried to run for the first down, but was halted by Nobis as Texas prevailed.
The Heisman voters somehow had Nobis finish seventh in their voting, showing once again their knowledge and intelligence. They chose USC halfback Mike Garrett, who won it with a paltry 926 votes. Only two winners, Billy Sims and Eric Crouch, have won the award with less votes than Garrett since.
Nobis disrespect didn't stop with the Heisman voters. Despite a record setting NFL career, he has yet to be inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame.
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Wellll you BITCHES!!
I have the featured member of the week!!! Yep, I always knew I had a good one and at sometimes GREAT one, but not as often now. I read in a magazine recently that the average man in his life time empties his member at least 1,200 time in their life!! BOLLUCKS!!! That is just the teen years I saw!! But featuring bloggers members on a weekly basis shows just how progressive the creators of yougab are!!
I'm not completely sure if any of the "originators" have been to prison, where people (and I use that loosely) want to show you their members. Now when I was in the joint, a few tried but many ended up just putting their members away out of fear that they would lose "said" member.
So ask myself, and my member, "How did they know I have a nice one?" Maybe it is the hidden camera they placed in all of your homes when you signed up for "The Gab." Or some of the ever so annoying pictures that may have floated on the net of my member. *Disclaimer: The camera distorts size* But most of the woman, and men for afar, has said it is a nice and ABOVE average member (OK my wife says this) that has traveled across the US of A as well as several other countries.
So now you BITCHES WHO HAS THE BADDEST MEMBER!!!!!
huh, what...Not about THAT member.. DAMN.. my bad....
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It was sometime ago and no matter how much I search the confines of my mind, I cannot place the date nor the time. But, it is still there so vivid as if it was yesterday, but it was not. It was 1980, the month maybe June, (still not sure). the place is Yakima, WA. Training facility for the Infantry unit of the US Army located in Washington State. We played with weapons there. LOTS of shit we blew up and myself having first hand knowledge of several hundred weapons that I have used, know the raw strength of it.
It was about the third day in and it was not going too well. Already had rolled a jeep on a night drive and lost four guys out in the AO, another lost to a rattler bite. We where on the grenade range doing some live fires and a dude next to me caught a piece of shrapnel in his hand and it traveled to about his elbow before it came to rest. He was screaming like a little girl. "Fucking pussy." I said. Get the fuck over it punk. Being so focused on him, did not notice another dude that got caught in the side of his head and was laid out on the bleachers spurting blood. We still threw the grenades after the medics came for them.
We where headed up the hill to a live fire that Lt. Tamidge was doing. It was going to be claymores, C4, grenades. He had jeeps wired and all kinds of shit we where gonna blow up. See we where training to be in and elite unit, did not know where but, all of us knew we would see combat ad knew that we where the best of the best. Seven guys where there from my squad that I went to basic with out of 45, but we had the most there.
Headed up the hill to the big show, I'm crusing with Fagen, Ford, and Puzulla (Fagen drunk his was out in three years. Ford is a lawyer I believe in Dayton, OH. Puzulla died while going 120 mph on a motorcycle in Tacoma, WA. while drunk. Killed two people with him. Both from the unit). It was the usual conversation about shit that does not matter. I often wished that if I was going to have a life changing moment at least let me know in advance. No it did not happen this time either.
The ground shook and about 200 yards uphill where we where headed the hill turned red and we went back about ten feet in the air. I was winded and crawling, but awake, the others out cold.Sometime I wish I was out cold so that I would not have the next memory of the smell of burning flesh as it drifted over the area I was at. I knew the smell, but not that strong. Then it hit me LT. is up there, and so is about 15 other people.I start running and to this day when I think of Veterans Day, Memorial Day, or see other Veterans, I see this image as well as a few others. A jeep with a leg, jeep mostly gone. head about 50 yards away, not sure whose head, part of a torso, lots of blood and that smell was horrible.then I heard moaning. By now several other much higher ranking individual have shown up and push me away. Took all of us to the barracks and briefed us on what not to say to the press which really meant deny that anything happened at all. Gave us the rest of the day off and the next day.
The days after I do not remember. I was drunk, real drunk. Later they told us that LT lived and he was in Median on Fort Lewis, WA. and we could see him when we get back, which happen shortly after.
I went into old Madigan to the burn unit to see LT, and I was horrified. He had no nose, eyes, ears, nor mouth. Both arms where gone and so where his legs. One arm was a stub, the other close to the elbow. Man did I cry, and I never went into the room. That was not LT. to me. He was the best guy I knew there and I was sure he was not going to make it. That was the worst shit I had seen to date in my life, but the best was yet to come. Living in Chicago, I thought that I had seen it ALL, I was wrong. It made me on callous hard motherfucker to see a good man like that.
Within three months I had made it into the Army Rangers and was then sent into the jungles of Panama to track and kill guerillas' and was damn good at it for several years of these missions.
But the only image I see constantly is the jeep and LT being helped out of his wheelchair to bed totally fucked up.
RIP LT.
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