It is clear you have never listened to the radio broadcast of a Kentucky game.
Exactly, we have nowhere near the worst radio crew.
I'll say a couple of things for Bob, he had to have a lot of courage to try to replace the irreplaceable John Ward and he has improved significantly since his inauspicious start.
When Ward used to broadcast, a lot of fans who weren't at the game would mute the TV and listen to the radio account of the game.
That isn't possible anymore because one or the other is delayed and they just aren't in sync anymore, why couldn't we synchronize our radio broadcast to be in time with TV coverage?????
5. Get the old play clock rules back.
College games are averaging 20 less plays per game in 2008 than in 2007, count that up in TV and radio advertising dollars?
BTW, a man who for many years led the state of Tennessee in on air TV footage, all of that footage being one minute or thirty second advertising, also was a scholarship athlete at the University of Tennessee.
I believe we only had 51 snaps on offense yesterday. A lot of that was our fault for not making more first downs and maintaining possession and some because of a well coached NIU's game plan but the current "clock rules that suck" is a collective capitulation of university administrators to the media money people.
What we now have is a game that lasts approximately the same as it used to but with significantly less football and significantly more advertising, that sucks anyway you look at it from the average football fans point of view.
Your orange writing is so neat gs, do you have other colors in your crayon box?
Yeth.
I got an early running start yesterday!:thumbsup:
Since you are an educator, here is one of my favorite educator stories;
An old friend of mine was a high school history teacher at one of the toughest inner city schools. He looked very much like Frank Zappa and oozed an old south accent that sounds gay to the untrained ear, and moved about in a rather artistic manner, fluid and free. He also did a solo blues act to honor one of the old time greats in hope of keeping the tradition alive.
On the first day of one particular year as class was about to begin and he was gathering his thoughts and arranging his teaching aids, one of the football players, a 6'7", 300 lb. DT was meticulously sharpening his pencil at the sharpener on the desk and finally after he was satisfied he had the needle point he was looking for, asked my friend what would happen if he stabbed him in the arm with the pencil all the way to the bone.
Appearances aren't everything, underneath the peaceful countenance of my friend is also a Marine veteran who, like me is missing the 'back up, back down, run away' gene.
My friend responded; "I'd kick your :censored:."
"What if you couldn't do that Mr ......?"
"Well, we would sure find out if I could," he replied.
He said it turned out to be the best class he ever had, the DT returned to his seat at the back of the room and all year if anyone started talking during class he would get up, walk over to the offenders desk and thump their noggin with his size thirteen middle finger and no one dared buck up to him.
Whoever thought yoga was a good idea should be fired.
Finally we can agree on something!
Actually I think our guy in charge of strength and conditioning does a good job for the most part.
Some sort of stretching exercise is a fundamental part of that program, I just believe practically any of the martial arts diciplines is far superior to yoga for several valid reasons and wish we would change that asap.
This discussion reminds me of one story a friend told me when visiting my place just after returning home from Calcutta, India.
He came upon some of those guys playing flutes and charming cobras to entertain a crowd gathered in a market place.
I had to call time out before he could finish the story so I could dry the tears from my eyes after laughing so hard when he did his impression of the flute music and imitating the rising of the cobra from a basket while flicking out it's tongue.
He came along and watched for a while and then made some off hand comment, not realizing the whole event was very ritualized and taken quite seriously by it's practitioners and their fans and his comment must have been taken the wrong way. (as if)
The mood of the crowd turned ugly and as he left there were those following him who had unsheathed some rather nasty looking cutlery and the faster he went the faster they did and he eventually was running full tilt and as he had at one time been one of the better cross country runners, thought he was going to outdistance them until he turned down a street that was a dead end but he scaled something like a ten foot high stone wall that had glass embedded in it's cement top that was about three foot wide.
He dropped into a beautifully manicured garden in his cut off Levis, denim shirt with the sleeves cut away and sandals and after pulling out his hanky, stemming the blood flow from wounds recently acquired while crawling over the broken glass and cleaning himself up as best he could, noticed some rather well dressed gentlemen seated about a veranda sipping mint julips and Tom Collins and so elected to join them.
He sauntered up the wide steps and seated himself at an unoccupied table, blending in about as well as Lawrence in an Egyptian officers club. Right away he was approached by a waiter complete with turban, tux, white towel over his arm and a stern look on his face who asked; "Could I help you sir????"
"Yes", he said, "I'll have a double Chivas straight up with a tall glass of ice water on the side," but when the waiter returned he didn't have his drink but did have two great big guys who escorted him to the front door, which wasn't that bad of an option for him at the moment, a lot better than having to go back over the wall.
Turned out the place was a private club established there to cater to the hoity toity of the British aristocracy. After he looked about an determined there were no yoga dudes wanting to chop him up in little pieces he turned and delivered the whole club membership a stern lecture on southern hospitality and how we had kicked their sorry butts back in the 1770s and how we would do it again if they thought they were so high and mighty.
