All the same bleeding-heart Democrats who created the atmosphere for homelessness to thrive in California now want to ask the Supreme Court to allow them to keep the homeless out of public areas.
No wonder die-hard Democrats are flipping the switch.
You can’t be all things to all people.
Hell, we aren’t even all things to the people who already reside here.
We’re more like some things to some people.
It’s starting to look very much like “turn the page” time in the football world.
Nick Saban out at Alabama.
Talk about following a legend. I never heard of Kalen De Boer before this year.
Pete Carroll out at Seattle.
Bill Belicheck?
Makes you wonder how much longer for Mike Tomlin and Andy Reid.
Both are sure Hall of Fame coaches with absolutely nothing to prove.
I must admit, the luster is off the pearl with the advent of the sick NIL money that high schoolers can earn before even taking one snap of college football.
Lebron has got to be chasing his Last Dance, too.
All good things…
When I was coaching youth football, I had the meanest team in the league. We were not from the real nice neighborhood, and we had a dirt field with patches of grass here and there as our practice field.
I got those little guys (9-11 years of age) into the best shape of their young lives. I don’t remember having a lot of muscle definition at age ten, but my boys were little badasses that had no problem fighting to the last blow of the whistle, and sometimes beyond…
We started slow, as our offense began to jell and we ended up winning our last seven in a row, making it to the state semifinals after knocking out the heralded team from the elite community of Scottsdale.
The joy, and sense of team accomplishment on those kids’ faces…
I don’t care what the competition is, I don’t want to be the loser. Even second-place in a three-way race is palatable, but last is unacceptable.
Not allowing my phobia to infect my boys was hard, as I was also teaching these young kids bigger things than the game of football.
I miss it.
Getting forty kids on August 1st, young, hungry, and a built-in chip on their shoulder. In four weeks they were running the Wishbone offense like Oklahoma.
Hell, we even had our own version of the outlawed-in-the-league Oklahoma drill. Except we called it the Top Dog award.
Our team’s best player I had to put on the offensive line or else we would not have been able to run the ball. I could have put him in any position on the team and he would still be the team’s best player.
I wish I would have told him that.
I am contemplating going into training to see if I can get in good enough shape to help out on a youth football team next season.
First things first as I would like to start a blues band up soon.
Stay well.
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Halftime
The first half could not have gone any worse for the Spartans. They were on the receiving end of an all-out ass-whipping at the hands of the Tigers. The score was 35-0 but it could have been much worse. The players filed into the locker room and you could hear a pin drop when the coach followed them in and slammed the door behind him.
“You are the worst excuse for a football team I have ever seen! Don’t you have any pride? You are playing like a bunch of losers! Are you losers? By the looks of this first half, I would say absolutely yes. You are the most pathetic group of losers I have ever coached. You make me sick. No blocking, no tackling, and no energy. Why don’t you just fucking quit?
Bill, what a stupid play you made giving up that touchdown when you could have just wrapped their halfback up in the backfield. You’re slow, stupid, and a waste of skin! Pat, you call yourself a quarterback? My dog shits better quarterbacks than you! Henry, I hope you jack off better than you block, or you are in for a shitty life. Richard, I wouldn’t cross the street to piss on you if you were on fire. You’re not worth my, or any of the other coaches’ time. Quit fucking around and run the football like we taught you. Gentlemen get your heads out of your asses, or I’ll kick your heads up so far, you’ll never be able to pull them out. Your play in the first half makes me want to puke.”
The coach looked at his starting linebacker Matt Johnson who also had a rough first half. Matt raised his hand.
“Don’t you fucking move Matt. You are a pussy. My own daughter can hit harder than you. You are a piece of shit. Now I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.
You are going to play hard in the second half and don’t even think about quitting! I will run you into the ground at practice on Monday and if you don’t show up, consider that your resignation from this football team. Now get your fucking lazy asses back out there.”
As the players sulked their way back to the slaughter, linebackers coach Ed Steen approached the head coach.
“Coach, pretty rough halftime speech. Think it might’ve been a little too much?”
“Not rough enough in my opinion, Coach. Why?”
“Well, because this is Pop Warner and they’re only eight years old.”
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