Recruiting Forum Football Talk [RIP 9.3.2019]

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Rishvol said:
Aight guy just got KH3 I'll be MIA for a few days... Don't you kids do anything I wouldn't do
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delfonic said:
In literally any other chosen profession an 18 year old could be compensated according to their value. I don't like systems or institutions that restrict that. I'm not sure why this is different specifically when the skillset in question is tied to physical traits that diminish as you grow old. Let these kids make hay while the sun is shining. I'm not particularly worried about the presence of chaos when it's not hurting folks.
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But kids can build their brands in college. Zion Williamson has built his brand by playing at Duke, who gets favorable media treatment.

The three year rule for the NFL is almost a no-brainer. The NFL will continue to face liability issues, and people want to throw 18 year olds into the fold against 24 year old men?

There are many other professions that require ages and education. While Tennessee allows people 18 and over to practice law, they still have to have a law degree, which is virtually impossible at that age. Just like a basketball player can be 18 and can still be one year removed from high school to go to the NBA.

I have no issues with the requirements, and again, I am a capitalist.
 
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VolsnCards5 said:
I will tell you one thing. Schofield gonna have to break out of his Shooting slump if we want to beat UK. They have the bigs and bodies to neutralize Grant to an extent, or worse, get him in foul trouble. Bowden and Turner have to play well too, but it starts with the Admiral.

In summary, I think UK is a bad matchup for us, but we can beat them 2x if we play our best

Oh, and i’d Rather lose both in the regular season if we beat them in and win the SEC tourney.
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Admiral needs to stop shooting jumpers to begin the game. Go inside out. That is what he's best at. Attacking and then shooting later.. not to mention players get a better groove that way.
 
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Degree/Certification/License != Age. That's a false equivalence.

And your 18 and 24 year old example would police itself. There are a handful of NFL ready 18 year olds in the SEC each year. Those are the kids who would be drafted.

Tell 18 year old Marcus Lattimore that there are liability issues that keep him from going pro and he needs to stay in college to avoid injury.
 
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VolGee4 said:
But kids can build their brands in college. Zion Williamson has built his brand by playing at Duke, who gets favorable media treatment.

The three year rule for the NFL is almost a no-brainer. The NFL will continue to face liability issues, and people want to throw 18 year olds into the fold against 24 year old men?

There are many other professions that require ages and education. While Tennessee allows people 18 and over to practice law, they still have to have a law degree, which is virtually impossible at that age. Just like a basketball player can be 18 and can still be one year removed from high school to go to the NBA.

I have no issues with the requirements, and again, I am a capitalist.
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I see it also as protecting the PRODUCT. NFL starts throwing big money at all star high school talent because if they don’t someone else will. Teams take educated gambles often enough just to begin giving DeAndre Swift or BJ Emmons guaranteed money. Baseball has an established minor league system that one has to earn his way out of. For the NFL that’s college and there’s a shorter time frame to vett. The NBA has a great setup for THEMSELVES. Not so great for colleges, but perfect for scouts to glimpse the talent playing against comparable talent. If you mess up the billion dollar platform using an antiquated sense of “fair”? Then you cut into the money that enslaves all these millionaires.
 
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delfonic said:
Degree/Certification/License != Age. That's a false equivalence.

And your 18 and 24 year old example would police itself. There are a handful of NFL ready 18 year olds in the SEC each year. Those are the kids who would be drafted.

Tell 18 year old Marcus Lattimore that there are liability issues that keep him from going pro and he needs to stay in college to avoid injury.
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I don’t agree with your first sentence. It’s a requirement and virtually no one can reach the requirement at such an age. Nonetheless, leagues can require what they want, and those are collectively bargained. Whatever.

NFL has a 53 man roster. Good luck with a team drafting an 18 year and stashing him for development.
 
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Dudley Smith said:
I know Basilio is not for everyone, but his unnamed recruiting source, "X," has posted a comprehensive update on Tony's blog. In the past I have found X to be a pretty good evaluator of talent, and supposedly has inside info on what the program is thinking.

The Tony Basilio Show

Not a ton of surprises in there, but a couple of things that did stand out for me: Jammie Robinson is a definite take, even if we get all three of our big fish (Wright, To'oto'o, and Russell), Anthony Harris is a definite blueshirt because of concerns over grades but is definitely worth the "credit card" bill if he qualifies because he is one of the best athletes in this class, and Pickens is almost surely a blueshirt because even with a great spring semester he is more likely than not headed to JUCO. Give it a look.
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Thanks Dudley. Didn’t know anything about “X” before reading this.
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Sooo I have some bad news to share but VN has over the years become my extended family -- y'all are my dysfunctional brethren and sisteren. If anyone doesn't want or need to hear bad news go ahead and skip this post (it won't hurt my feelings).

I haven't really wanted to talk about it but the trauma people at Red Cross said that it was good for me to tell the story... Here goes... Friday evening I decided to cook (something I've done a million times over with no issue) but this time when I lit the burners the gas exploded. It knocked me out of the room and I think it knocked me out for at least a few seconds but when I came to my senses I was on my back and my pants were quite literally on fire. I stripped them off and looked up and noticed that about half the ceiling had been blown off and was now in the floor. What I didn't notice immediately was that a small fire had broken out further behind me and farther behind the initial blast. Once I did notice it we set about a bucket brigade, tried to beat it out, and even dumped cat litter on it but it just got bigger and bigger.

I know they say you can't imagine how quickly fire can spread but until you see it happen you just don't get it. In under a minute, it went from something we thought we'd be able to put out to a situation in which we were about to die if we didn't flee and I almost waited too long. I went back one last time after I knew it was time to abandon ship but when I thought I could still make it out safely. I managed to grab the keys, pants and a cell phone and thought about grabbing more but the smoke was starting to get really bad and even though I hesitated over the decision finally decided it was now or never.

By the time I made it out of our bedroom the fire had spread to the front door and was blocking my way out. (Thank god I'd put on a pair of jeans despite not having any shoes). All I could think of at that point was "I'm not going to effing die like this." I knew the door was straight ahead even though it was getting hard to see and flames were all around me so I decided that my best option was to just run as fast as I possibly could because fire takes a bit to catch and if I went fast enough I could minimize the damage.

Someone had to be looking out for me because it worked. I ran straight through those flames without getting a single burn (not even from the aforementioned smoldering pants). I did get a mean cut on my foot from something but otherwise we both came out relatively unscathed (the OH did suffer a few minor burns from trying to beat the fire out/standing too close while I was running water back and forth). The sad news is that I was unable to get my little tom cat out (the guilt there has been killing me but when I came back from what I turned out to be the last trip there was no way I could've gone back in without dying). There was a partially opened window that I'm hoping he escaped out of (cats are good at survival so there's at least a small chance but we haven't been able to go back and check just yet. He and the family heirlooms/photos and mementos are the most painful things to have lost.

BTW, all y'all need to go out right now and get a fire extinguisher for your home. If we'd have had one we might not have lost everything. The fire wasn't a grease fire but for whatever reason it couldn't be put out despite its initial size. An extinguisher would've done that.

P.S. Can someone catch me up on what I've missed the past few days?
 
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UTProf said:
Sooo I have some bad news to share but VN has over the years become my extended family -- y'all are my dysfunctional brethren and sisteren. If anyone doesn't want or need to hear bad news go ahead and skip this post (it won't hurt my feelings).

I haven't really wanted to talk about it but the trauma people at Red Cross said that it was good for me to tell the story... Here goes... Friday evening I decided to cook (something I've done a million times over with no issue) but this time when I lit the burners the gas exploded. It knocked me out of the room and I think it knocked me out for at least a few seconds but when I came to my senses I was on my back and my pants were quite literally on fire. I stripped them off and looked up and noticed that about half the ceiling had been blown off and was now in the floor. What I didn't notice immediately was that a small fire had broken out further behind me and farther behind the initial blast. Once I did notice it we set about a bucket brigade, tried to beat it out, and even dumped cat litter on it but it just got bigger and bigger.

I know they say you can't imagine how quickly fire can spread but until you see it happen you just don't get it. In under a minute, it went from something we thought we'd be able to put out to a situation in which we were about to die if we didn't flee and I almost waited too long. I went back one last time after I knew it was time to abandon ship but when I thought I could still make it out safely. I managed to grab the keys, pants and a cell phone and thought about grabbing more but the smoke was starting to get really bad and even though I hesitated over the decision finally decided it was now or never.

By the time I made it out of our bedroom the fire had spread to the front door and was blocking my way out. (Thank god I'd put on a pair of jeans despite not having any shoes). All I could think of at that point was "I'm not going to effing die like this." I knew the door was straight ahead even though it was getting hard to see and flames were all around me so I decided that my best option was to just run as fast as I possibly could because fire takes a bit to catch and if I went fast enough I could minimize the damage.

Someone had to be looking out for me because it worked. I ran straight through those flames without getting a single burn (not even from the aforementioned smoldering pants). I did get a mean cut on my foot from something but otherwise we both came out relatively unscathed (the OH did suffer a few minor burns from trying to beat the fire out/standing too close while I was running water back and forth). The sad news is that I was unable to get my little tom cat out (the guilt there has been killing me but when I came back from what I turned out to be the last trip there was no way I could've gone back in without dying). There was a partially opened window that I'm hoping he escaped out of (cats are good at survival so there's at least a small chance but we haven't been able to go back and check just yet. He and the family heirlooms/photos and mementos are the most painful things to have lost.

BTW, all y'all need to go out right now and get a fire extinguisher for your home. If we'd have had one we might not have lost everything. The fire wasn't a grease fire but for whatever reason it couldn't be put out despite its initial size. An extinguisher would've done that.

P.S. Can someone catch me up on what I've missed the past few days?
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I'm so glad you got out safely! I know VN will rise up and help in anyway we can.
 
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UTProf said:
Sooo I have some bad news to share but VN has over the years become my extended family -- y'all are my dysfunctional brethren and sisteren. If anyone doesn't want or need to hear bad news go ahead and skip this post (it won't hurt my feelings).

I haven't really wanted to talk about it but the trauma people at Red Cross said that it was good for me to tell the story... Here goes... Friday evening I decided to cook (something I've done a million times over with no issue) but this time when I lit the burners the gas exploded. It knocked me out of the room and I think it knocked me out for at least a few seconds but when I came to my senses I was on my back and my pants were quite literally on fire. I stripped them off and looked up and noticed that about half the ceiling had been blown off and was now in the floor. What I didn't notice immediately was that a small fire had broken out further behind me and farther behind the initial blast. Once I did notice it we set about a bucket brigade, tried to beat it out, and even dumped cat litter on it but it just got bigger and bigger.

I know they say you can't imagine how quickly fire can spread but until you see it happen you just don't get it. In under a minute, it went from something we thought we'd be able to put out to a situation in which we were about to die if we didn't flee and I almost waited too long. I went back one last time after I knew it was time to abandon ship but when I thought I could still make it out safely. I managed to grab the keys, pants and a cell phone and thought about grabbing more but the smoke was starting to get really bad and even though I hesitated over the decision finally decided it was now or never.

By the time I made it out of our bedroom the fire had spread to the front door and was blocking my way out. (Thank god I'd put on a pair of jeans despite not having any shoes). All I could think of at that point was "I'm not going to effing die like this." I knew the door was straight ahead even though it was getting hard to see and flames were all around me so I decided that my best option was to just run as fast as I possibly could because fire takes a bit to catch and if I went fast enough I could minimize the damage.

Someone had to be looking out for me because it worked. I ran straight through those flames without getting a single burn (not even from the aforementioned smoldering pants). I did get a mean cut on my foot from something but otherwise we both came out relatively unscathed (the OH did suffer a few minor burns from trying to beat the fire out/standing too close while I was running water back and forth). The sad news is that I was unable to get my little tom cat out (the guilt there has been killing me but when I came back from what I turned out to be the last trip there was no way I could've gone back in without dying). There was a partially opened window that I'm hoping he escaped out of (cats are good at survival so there's at least a small chance but we haven't been able to go back and check just yet. He and the family heirlooms/photos and mementos are the most painful things to have lost.

BTW, all y'all need to go out right now and get a fire extinguisher for your home. If we'd have had one we might not have lost everything. The fire wasn't a grease fire but for whatever reason it couldn't be put out despite its initial size. An extinguisher would've done that.

P.S. Can someone catch me up on what I've missed the past few days?
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Oh my gosh man, that’s terrifying. Thank God you’re okay. I have so many questions but just glad to hear you’re okay! Hope the cat is okay somewhere too. I like to think he got out and the first thing he saw was a Bammer fan and he proceeded to claw him to pieces in fright!

Sheesh, that’s scary. Checking fire extinguisher location right now.
 
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engineerVOL said:
Is your house a total loss @UTProf?
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Unfortunately, yes. It never really had a chance. By the time the fire dept. arrived it was over but even then they had trouble getting enough water and had to call in another truck. Because we lived out in the boondocks, the road was one lane/one car. We were stuck watching it burn for several hours because there was no way out one the fire trucks arrived.
 
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UTProf said:
Sooo I have some bad news to share but VN has over the years become my extended family -- y'all are my dysfunctional brethren and sisteren. If anyone doesn't want or need to hear bad news go ahead and skip this post (it won't hurt my feelings).

I haven't really wanted to talk about it but the trauma people at Red Cross said that it was good for me to tell the story... Here goes... Friday evening I decided to cook (something I've done a million times over with no issue) but this time when I lit the burners the gas exploded. It knocked me out of the room and I think it knocked me out for at least a few seconds but when I came to my senses I was on my back and my pants were quite literally on fire. I stripped them off and looked up and noticed that about half the ceiling had been blown off and was now in the floor. What I didn't notice immediately was that a small fire had broken out further behind me and farther behind the initial blast. Once I did notice it we set about a bucket brigade, tried to beat it out, and even dumped cat litter on it but it just got bigger and bigger.

I know they say you can't imagine how quickly fire can spread but until you see it happen you just don't get it. In under a minute, it went from something we thought we'd be able to put out to a situation in which we were about to die if we didn't flee and I almost waited too long. I went back one last time after I knew it was time to abandon ship but when I thought I could still make it out safely. I managed to grab the keys, pants and a cell phone and thought about grabbing more but the smoke was starting to get really bad and even though I hesitated over the decision finally decided it was now or never.

By the time I made it out of our bedroom the fire had spread to the front door and was blocking my way out. (Thank god I'd put on a pair of jeans despite not having any shoes). All I could think of at that point was "I'm not going to effing die like this." I knew the door was straight ahead even though it was getting hard to see and flames were all around me so I decided that my best option was to just run as fast as I possibly could because fire takes a bit to catch and if I went fast enough I could minimize the damage.

Someone had to be looking out for me because it worked. I ran straight through those flames without getting a single burn (not even from the aforementioned smoldering pants). I did get a mean cut on my foot from something but otherwise we both came out relatively unscathed (the OH did suffer a few minor burns from trying to beat the fire out/standing too close while I was running water back and forth). The sad news is that I was unable to get my little tom cat out (the guilt there has been killing me but when I came back from what I turned out to be the last trip there was no way I could've gone back in without dying). There was a partially opened window that I'm hoping he escaped out of (cats are good at survival so there's at least a small chance but we haven't been able to go back and check just yet. He and the family heirlooms/photos and mementos are the most painful things to have lost.

BTW, all y'all need to go out right now and get a fire extinguisher for your home. If we'd have had one we might not have lost everything. The fire wasn't a grease fire but for whatever reason it couldn't be put out despite its initial size. An extinguisher would've done that.

P.S. Can someone catch me up on what I've missed the past few days?
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First off, this is a very tragic event to go through and one that will go with you the rest of your life.

Second, is the insurance process going well so far?

Third, how can we help in the meantime?

Last and most important: praying right now for you.
 
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