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it never ends with family from this guy.
he thinks he is immune but his day will come
Personal Sports Story's over your athletic career
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it never ends with family from this guy.
he thinks he is immune but his day will come
Here is a golf story .
Years ago in the early 60s my grandfather took up golfing. He loved it. He went every chance he got. Golfing was so out of character for him. He ended up after retirement working at a golf course so he could play for free.
So one day we are sitting around the table at his camp in the mountains, and he says, you know one thing that bugs me about golfing is that I lose so many balls and can't find them. I don't know its the white ball in the brush that's hard to see or something.
My aunt who was about 15 at the time, says why don't they just make the balls orange ?
My grandfather had a good laugh over that one. Ha ha ha ha ha orange golf balls......
A simple twist and our family could have ended up with a stamp on orange balls - KOD-Nike Precision
I gotta know......who's the Nike family? Man, that is a family name I see on all kinds of products.
Or maybe it's the Precision family?
Or maybe the PD family?
I can tell you've been working with the ESPN 30 for 30 peeps to get this on the tube, I can't wait to see the final product.
no we were at my Grandfathers camp in the mountains. Which I inherited when my Dad passed in March
this year.
Its on 10 acres and alot of snow and can get to -30 in the winter. Nice ski area.
so what is your point smart ass cynical moran other than to just fuck with people as you always do
if you want to do something
give me a play on the US Vs Portugal tonight at 6 PM
I'll contribute...
I'll contribute...
Use to love to play baseball as a kid, what kid didn't? I was pretty good and played shortstop, pitched, and played centerfield. I went one game and struck out nine straight in three straight innings and ended up pitching a shutout. I loved playing baseball as a kid, but I saw the politics in it as well with all of the parents. Moving on to high school I took up wrestling and track and field, really liked both. I eventually quit track because I was not a good long distance runner. I liked to sprint, do shotput and discus but in time those activities bored me. Loved wrestling and won some tournaments. Wanted to do it in college, but just wasn't good enough. Weirdly enough and I know I'll catch some heat for posting this. My father and I went out to a Denny's one morning before a Saturday wrestling practice. I had pancakes and probably ate a bit too much. I remember being bogged down at the end of a 3-4 hour wrestling practice from stairs, barrel rows, and freestyle. After the practice, I went into the lunchroom and got a mountain dew. About 5 minutes later, I was puking my guts out in a stall. Have never drank Mountain Dew since then and always seem to eat something different than pancakes. After puking in the stall, I found myself feeling completely better and lifted for about 2 hours. I ended up transferring schools my Senior year in high school, something I was not too happy about. At the new school, it was close to graduation but it was a bit of a smaller school and I crushed all of their weightlifting records in the weight room. Not sure everyone was too happy about that, but I didn't give a shit.
kneifl
I'll contribute...
Use to love to play baseball as a kid, what kid didn't? I was pretty good and played shortstop, pitched, and played centerfield. I went one game and struck out nine straight in three straight innings and ended up pitching a shutout. I loved playing baseball as a kid, but I saw the politics in it as well with all of the parents. Moving on to high school I took up wrestling and track and field, really liked both. I eventually quit track because I was not a good long distance runner. I liked to sprint, do shotput and discus but in time those activities bored me. Loved wrestling and won some tournaments. Wanted to do it in college, but just wasn't good enough. Weirdly enough and I know I'll catch some heat for posting this. My father and I went out to a Denny's one morning before a Saturday wrestling practice. I had pancakes and probably ate a bit too much. I remember being bogged down at the end of a 3-4 hour wrestling practice from stairs, barrel rows, and freestyle. After the practice, I went into the lunchroom and got a mountain dew. About 5 minutes later, I was puking my guts out in a stall. Have never drank Mountain Dew since then and always seem to eat something different than pancakes. After puking in the stall, I found myself feeling completely better and lifted for about 2 hours. I ended up transferring schools my Senior year in high school, something I was not too happy about. At the new school, it was close to graduation but it was a bit of a smaller school and I crushed all of their weightlifting records in the weight room. Not sure everyone was too happy about that, but I didn't give a shit.
kneifl
Another story from the past.
I am at a big fair in Georgia and they have all the regular rides , food, and entertainment.
As I am walking down the fairway, I see a Dunk Tank and hear the guy in the tank on a microphone\
HIGH AND DRY he screamed.
Always have had a strong and accurate arm .
So this guy is sitting in the tank dressed up like BBC as a clown with big shoes. He is totally razzing everyone out and has drawn a paying crowd which is his job.
He calls this mexican guy a tortilla , a black guy a watermelon eater and on and on trying to intice them to pay up to try and put him in the tank.
I wait my turn in line visualizing him going into the water.
No one has dunked him yet and his famous line is HIGH AND DRY
which he screams about every other minute or so.
So I am going to play for the crowd. I stand sideways and I look over my shoulder like I am checking second base. Everyone laughs at KOD. They are on my side. In the meantime the guy is yelling HIGH AND DRY and come on skinny boy, and such. I ignore him and concentrate on the business at hand.
He is jumping around like a fish sitting up there yelling his insults and HIGH AND DRY.
The crowd hates him and are waiting to see him go down.
So I figure, I got three balls. Why not the first ball I use to just scare him and show him my arm.
I go into my windup and fire my 80 MPH fastball which seemed about 50 ft to the tank.
I aimed at his fucking clown's face. There was a steel bar going across the cage and the ball hits the bar and bounces 20 ft in the air and BBC clownboy almost shits himself.
The crowd edges closer as they see I have a chance If I can be more accurate.
OK there is my free ball.
So now I am really trying to dunk the BBC clownboy bitch and hopefully drown him.
I check first base this time , go into my windup and fire on all cylinders. It misses by inchs and I can
see BBC clownboy flinch and gulp as he knows this ain't no regular Joe on the mound.
Last ball, I got to make it count. I take a deep breath and stare at the steel paddle device.
The crowd moves back just a bit to give me room. I turn and whirl and fire hard and fast again.
Bingo . right on the paddle, BBC clownboy hits the water and is dunked on his ass.
The crowd gasps and then a loud laugh erupts .
Glad hands all around and pats on the back as I walk away.
Get about 20 yds and I hear BBC clownboy holler HIGH AND DRY !
I laugh to myself.
My work there was done.
THE KOD
I am at a big fair in Georgia and they have all the regular rides , food, and entertainment.
As I am walking down the fairway, I see a Dunk Tank and hear the guy in the tank on a microphone\
HIGH AND DRY he screamed.
Always have had a strong and accurate arm .
So this guy is sitting in the tank dressed up like BBC as a clown with big shoes. He is totally razzing everyone out and has drawn a paying crowd which is his job.
He calls this mexican guy a tortilla , a black guy a watermelon eater and on and on trying to intice them to pay up to try and put him in the tank.
I wait my turn in line visualizing him going into the water.
No one has dunked him yet and his famous line is HIGH AND DRY
which he screams about every other minute or so.
So I am going to play for the crowd. I stand sideways and I look over my shoulder like I am checking second base. Everyone laughs at KOD. They are on my side. In the meantime the guy is yelling HIGH AND DRY and come on skinny boy, and such. I ignore him and concentrate on the business at hand.
He is jumping around like a fish sitting up there yelling his insults and HIGH AND DRY.
The crowd hates him and are waiting to see him go down.
So I figure, I got three balls. Why not the first ball I use to just scare him and show him my arm.
I go into my windup and fire my 80 MPH fastball which seemed about 50 ft to the tank.
I aimed at his fucking clown's face. There was a steel bar going across the cage and the ball hits the bar and bounces 20 ft in the air and BBC clownboy almost shits himself.
The crowd edges closer as they see I have a chance If I can be more accurate.
OK there is my free ball.
So now I am really trying to dunk the BBC clownboy bitch and hopefully drown him.
I check first base this time , go into my windup and fire on all cylinders. It misses by inchs and I can
see BBC clownboy flinch and gulp as he knows this ain't no regular Joe on the mound.
Last ball, I got to make it count. I take a deep breath and stare at the steel paddle device.
The crowd moves back just a bit to give me room. I turn and whirl and fire hard and fast again.
Bingo . right on the paddle, BBC clownboy hits the water and is dunked on his ass.
The crowd gasps and then a loud laugh erupts .
Glad hands all around and pats on the back as I walk away.
Get about 20 yds and I hear BBC clownboy holler HIGH AND DRY !
I laugh to myself.
My work there was done.
THE KOD
Interesting read kneifl. I believe this is the type of post KOD was looking for when he started this thread. Too bad some of the "Others" here @ MJ's have too add their "Worthless" comments. Those "Others" are the reason I rarely post in this forum...just too much bullshit. Again, thanks for the good story my friend & I hope you have a great week.
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I never got out in tball...played 1st base and pitched growing up all the way through high school....
I was the closer in 11th grade, threw hard with an overhand curve that was hard to hit
Good times, got burned out and started chasing girls after hs
Most of my friends i still stay in touch with I met through little league
I was the closer in 11th grade, threw hard with an overhand curve that was hard to hit
Good times, got burned out and started chasing girls after hs
Most of my friends i still stay in touch with I met through little league
& there you go...WOW...Thanks, I guess, for proving my point. Unbelievable. :nooo:
Little League 1971 first game every played first at bat first pitch....Knees shaking & eyes closed......BAMMM--- Home Run to right field 2 run shot, lost the game 23-2......
Fast forward 2009 Mens Slow Pitch Softball Championship Game down 19-18 in the last inning with the bases loaded.....BAMMM---Grand Slam to left, ended up winning 22-20......Figured I started my career with a dinger and I'm finishing my career with a dinger.....A lot of great memories from sports over the years, wouldn't trade any of them, win or loss....:0008
Fast forward 2009 Mens Slow Pitch Softball Championship Game down 19-18 in the last inning with the bases loaded.....BAMMM---Grand Slam to left, ended up winning 22-20......Figured I started my career with a dinger and I'm finishing my career with a dinger.....A lot of great memories from sports over the years, wouldn't trade any of them, win or loss....:0008
From 1994 thru 1999 I managed/coached Team Louisville and after a name change Team Rival both junior Roller hockey teams. We were sponsored exclusively by Louisville, so we used all their equipment. In the 5 years I managed/coached the team we won 5 National championships. Most of my players were full scholarship ice hockey players from University of Michigan, Michigan State, Western Michigan and Miami of Ohio. Three of my players went on to play in the NFL, Mike Van Ryan to name one. We traveled the United States and Canada playing in tournaments. Lots of fun back then for sure.
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