Know what else can be a high energy, high emotion event? Virtually any other time there is conflict between two or more people, including between spouses that might strongly disagree on something.
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Counterpoint: you can effectively express your displeasure with someone, using the same amount of intensity and encouragement to improve, without having to be physically restrained by the young men you’re tasked with instructing. Perhaps Izzo would’ve found more success following this guy’s first lesson in…
When I was a young Little Leaguer, Mr. CajunFan Sr. usually got to be my coach. He knew a bunch about youth baseball (and sports in general) and was a decent instructor. Looking back, I don’t think he always dispensed with sagest of wisdom, but I will always respect and emulate his approach when delivering really…
Many thanks from this proud alum for a fine article. And kudos to the Munising shout-out!
Spoken like a true percussionist (who misses out on a busy timpani part but naively thinks he’s got it made with a cool snare assignment that will impress the tens of attendees only to discover the piece calls for approximately 900000 minutes of rest before a “critical” flam or two followed by resting another eternity…
Admittedly I am not a well-versed hockeyperson, but I was under the impression that the technical term for those things was “twigs”...
And WAY easier than totally cutting out the little man.
+1 POTW for Superjan and a predicted one for his sunny son, Sonny
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Here’s an old but relevant reminder that pro footballers, such as Vertonghen, are pretty wicked good at kicking balls regardless of position:
Didn’t know you moved to Wisconsin and are feeling better, Drew! Welcome back!
Eh. Maybe it’s just recency bias but to me it’s only seeming more ‘normal’ the last few years, and certainly not multiple weeks of single digits in February.
Oh yeah. Ever since those polar vortexes (vorteces? vortepi?) started making annual visits, February’s snot-freezing mornings have been equal parts exhilarating and exhausting. I’m an ever-so-slightly displaced Man Of The North (TM) myself, but even I secretly look forward to the 30-degree, “hey honey where’s my tee…
There’s a “cloudy with a chance of dumb Bears meatballs” joke somewhere in there...
If you can stomach McGahee, this is probably fine.
She may not ever spell “Minor” like “Miner”, what with her “real education” and such, but the rest of that post pretty significantly approaches Gammons-level indecipherable.
+2 feet always down