Personal Sports Story's over your athletic career
- Thread starter THE KOD
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Guy hits a screamer ..... And then gets robbed by the skinny center fielder who ran all the way to deep right .... And then runs to get his mitt so he can play defense Or KOD would have never had the chance to high five him.
Guy was a stud, didn't you get that? I'm sure he just stopped at first and some lackey brought out his leather to him.
got any sports things you were involved in during your pathetic life ?
didnt think so because your a fat fuck.
seems simple enough
He was the brother of someone on the team.
most teams put the pussychops in right field.
there is no really good place to play a fat fuck like BBC or Poon.
Poon had to play right . It would have been justified.
Poon your in RIGHT FIELD pal.
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sure wish you could run , but it was never possible for you
didn't you win the race one time for scuffling along in the 220
Paul Harvey says..........
Paul Harvey Writes:
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.
I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
Paul Harvey Writes:
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.
I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
I wish that when your stories are full of fabrication, half-truths and lies, that no one calls you on your shit
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Love the forehead with the Lurch eyes
you must not have any hair left these days
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Yikes, Scotty, the vexation you are displaying is fierce. I worry you are getting worked up too much in this thread.
Hopefully your bud Kneifl can come back with some more weight lifting stories. Or your friend Hedgehog with some additional t ball tales.
Think that might calm you down and put a smile on your face.
Hopefully your bud Kneifl can come back with some more weight lifting stories. Or your friend Hedgehog with some additional t ball tales.
Think that might calm you down and put a smile on your face.
Scott - looks like Kneifl and Hedgehog have let you down. You need to dig deep with one more good story and I think they (and others) will come back to bring this thing back to life. What about that one time on vacation at the campgrounds when you showed those youngins how to toss a horseshoe by throwing consecutive ringers?
OMG that is funny as hell Pooner. He can say ZERO as a comeback to that. Oh, wait, he used the death analogy to you as he does to me. If someone in Madjacks goes down, there is only one poster to look for. Crazy kittycat.
If one twig on your bridge catches fire the whole damn river and its surroundings will go up in flames!!!!!!! Please don't fight fire with fire kittycat.
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