I think the NCAA. Should allow Fall Practice to Start 10 - 15 days early...including extra practices
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- Thread: Chase Young in hot water
At the end of the day, though, I somehow get the feeling that Chase Young really doesn’t give a damn. He’ll be a top 3 pick in April (maybe even the #1 pick) and he’ll be a multi-millionaire. Heck, he may even be happy to get suspended-he won’t be risking injury and he won’t have to look like a quitter were he to voluntarily skip a bowl game.
I still can’t believe the fat kid in my driveway would one day play almost 2 decades in the nba. Udonis and his friend Barry played me and my friend Hank. Udonis was the worst one, but still decent. He couldn’t dunk though. Too much fat. He got his act together and flat out worked his butt off. I remember all the weight he lost and how good he got. Pure hard work and grit. While others goofed off. Udonis was grinding. Props to him.
- Thread: Story Time
One more and we'll call it a week. One of my coaching stints was as the golf coach and we were fortunate enough to play mostly tournaments. At these tournaments, we'd get the kids to the course, let them warm up, and then scoot them out to their tees. At the time, the only coaching/talking we could do with them was at the turn, so there was quite a bit of time to kill between start and finish. One of the older coaches from Valdosta would assemble all of us in our carts somewhere on the course, but out of the way of players and spectators, and he'd hold court. The guy was hilarious and kept us in stitches for hours.
One of his best stories he told on himself. Said that about six months back he had to drop by the drug store to pick up a prescription and the druggist, who was a friend and booster told him "Man, you're getting about that age where you probably need a little help in the romance department, aren't you?" When asked what did he mean, the druggist said "I've got some sample packs of these little blue pills that you take an hour or so before you get ready to be intimate and they'll keep everything working and never let you down!" Indignantly, the coach replied that he didn't need any help in that area and that everything was working just fine. "Yeah, but at your age, you'll never know when a break down will happen. Just take them with you and if you ever think you need them, just follow the directions and they'll have things rolling in no time!" Reluctantly, the coach took the pills home and hid them in the medicine cabinet thinking "I'll never use these things."
About six months later, the coach had things lined up to take "Momma" out for a nice dinner and a drink afterward and then home for a roll in the hay. While he was getting his Old Spice out of the medicine cabinet, he spotted the pills he tucked away six months prior. He held them up and looked at them for a few minutes and even though he didn't think he needed them, his curiosity got the best of him. "Hell, I'll just try it this once to see if it works or if it's any help." So he took one of the pills, splashed on his Old Spice, got dressed and took Momma to the Sizzler and then stopped at a lounge and had a cocktail before heading home. Once they got in the house, he got changed into his best boxers and then jumped into bed and cuddled up next to Momma, expecting a night of passion like never before. Then, Momma spoke the phrase that all men hate to hear..."Not tonight, Baby! My head's killing me!" The denouement of his story was this: "Mr. Gentlemen, I'll have you all know that I spent from 10:00 that evening until 6:00 the next morning laying in that bed with what felt like a hoe handle strapped to me!"
I miss stuff like this about coaching as much as anything.
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