John Hevesy threatened to Whitey Bulger Nick Fitzgerald’s knee caps

[Swamp Donkey]

Hasn't it been proven that dehydration causes brain damage?

Corch is the proof.

 

[stephenPE]

Corch is the proof.

says 90 proof..............

 

[SeabeeGator]

Corch is the proof.

I thought it was the drugs that hippy enjoyed.

 

[Swamp Donkey]

says 90 proof..............

 

[GatorJ]

Our high school coach gave the greatest post game speech ever one time after we lost in a blow out to the cross town rivals.

<in a Kentucky twang with quiet earnestness>
"Boys, you're gonna go home tonight and your mom and your dad are gonna tell you <placing his hand on the shoulder and looking into the eyes of a lineman> 'Son, you played a good game."


"WELL DON'T BELIEVE'EM 'CAUSE YOU SUCK!!!!" <hurling helmet into locker as nearly an incoherent stream of profanity erupts.>

 

[GatorAuthor]

Seems like your balanced and reasonable b1tch.

Well reasoned. Name calling takes priority.

 

[GatorAuthor]

@GatorAuthor is our new resident snowflake.

Snowflake is the term reactionaries use when they don’t have anything reasonable to say. I get it. Not gonna hurt my feelings.

 

[oxrageous]

I feel dumber every time I'm forced to read a tweet. Twitter is a scourge on this world.

 

[SeabeeGator]

Snowflake is the term reactionaries use when they don’t have anything reasonable to say. I get it. Not gonna hurt my feelings.

Or just a term applied to whiners. Swampgas is a safer space - you might like it better.

 

[GatorAuthor]

Or just a term applied to whiners. Swampgas is a safer space - you might like it better.

Been there one time and couldn’t stand it. Bunch of namby pamby types. Seems like those panties got in a wad pretty quick there, Seebee. Have a drink and take some deep breaths.

Quick observation, though: someone disagrees with you, so you call them a name and suggest they should leave. Gosh, I wonder whose playbook you got that from.

 

[GatorTruth133]

Our high school coach gave the greatest post game speech ever one time after we lost in a blow out to the cross town rivals.

<in a Kentucky twang with quiet earnestness>
"Boys, you're gonna go home tonight and your mom and your dad are gonna tell you <placing his hand on the shoulder and looking into the eyes of a lineman> 'Son, you played a good game."


"WELL DON'T BELIEVE'EM 'CAUSE YOU SUCK!!!!" <hurling helmet into locker as nearly an incoherent stream of profanity erupts.>

I don't think I've ever laughed as much at anything posted on this board as I did after reading this.

 

[SeabeeGator]

Been there one time and couldn’t stand it. Bunch of namby pamby types. Seems like those panties got in a wad pretty quick there, Seebee. Have a drink and take some deep breaths.

Quick observation, though: someone disagrees with you, so you call them a name and suggest they should leave. Gosh, I wonder whose playbook you got that from.

You seem awfully triggered. Just looking out for you. This place chews up the soft.

 

[Concrete Helmet]

There just isn't enough time or space to go into some of the things that I have heard from coach's back in the days.....

 

[Gator By Marriage]

I feel dumber every time I'm forced to read a tweet. Twitter is a scourge on this world.

That like was from Mrs. G.

 

[divits]

Some of the toughest coaches I ever had were when I played Pop Warner for the North Edison Shamrocks. I had this one guy who was this big crusty tug boat captain who cursed like the sailor he was. The strings of profanities that came out of his mouth were legend. One of the favorites I remember him yelling at me was for me to "take the f**king tampon out of my a$$". I was 10.

 

[Swamp Donkey]

Some of the toughest coaches I ever had were when I played Pop Warner for the North Edison Shamrocks. I had this one guy who was this big crusty tug boat captain who cursed like the sailor he was. The strings of profanities that came out of his mouth were legend. One of the favorites I remember him yelling at me was for me to "take the f**king tampon out of my a$$". I was 10.

Waiting patiently on @PastyStoole to do his magic.

 

[Musclepug]

Corey Bender (@Corey_Bender) tweeted at 2:23 PM on Thu, Sep 26, 2019:
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[Theologator]

My JV coach in 10th grade was a polio survivor and had to use crutches to walk. He had the kind that braced on his wrists. He would stand on the blocking sled and whack our helmets. We LOVED that guy.

We went undefeated and averaged 32 PPG and gave up less than 6.

 

[MADGator]

I have heard that Hevesy told freshman OL Kingsley Eguakan that his mom should have had the abortion.

 

[cover2]

NickyFitz is being generous here. I coached him his freshman year in high school at Richmond Hill and I had to use much harsher tactics to toughen him up. The kid had talent, but his mental weakness was destined to be his undoing. I have to say I take a lot of credit for his success, as hard as the transition was for both of us.

I started out with the usual stuff - comments about his sexual preferences and about complaints the equipment manager was giving me over the brown smears in his uniform pants, etc.. I made sure to do this loudly and usually when there were girls within earshot. He would get angry and fired up and it did help him play better and with more intensity - for a while.

At some point, I realized I had to ratchet it up, so I started having some very close conversations with him about how I had been balling his mother. This drove him nuts, as he was from a broken family and had seen his share of awful men come and go in his house, but man was he able to play better than ever before. He absolutely hated me but the more I tormented him about his mother the harder he played. Finally, though, he'd had enough and took a swing at me. Didn't do much damage, but I called the authorities anyway. He ended up spending a short amount of time in juvie, where some unspeakable things happened to him. I'm convinced all this helped toughen him up and made him a better QB. He got suspended because of it for his sophomore year. All this is well documented, many division I schools shied away from him because of it. When he emerged his Junior year he was a different kid. My efforts had molded him into a man and a top-notch college prospect.

A few years ago we had a beer and buried the hatchet. He actually thanked me, and rightly so. I have no doubt he'd be a nobody right now if it wasn't for my efforts. He also realized the effort and sacrifices I made for him. In order to make the toughening up experience more authentic for him, I often risked a DUI by driving to his mother's house at 2:30 in the morning. It was worth it in the end, and I'd do it again, and I'm sure although he'd rather keep the episode between us, he'll thank me more when he looks back on his successful NFL career.