Stumbled across this cd in a thrift store long ago. Had never heard of the guy (he only cut one album). It is one of my favorite blues albums, Not a dud on it. Give it a listen on youtube.
Animal nursing is exhausting.We'll try our baby again today without IVs. If she crashes again, which usually happens within 36 hours after she comes off IVs, it means another trip to the emergency room. Fingers crossed. She's laying here on the floor next to me right now. Fed her once a few minutes ago. Must keep meals small and many. Feeding her more shredded boiled chicken in just a few.
Happy Friday, y'all.
She will be the next Playboy Cover Girl. She has all of the tools.I wish I was half as brave as that little girl! She's a better man than I am.
Dang that is good, and I am one hard dude to please.Stumbled across this cd in a thrift store long ago. Had never heard of the guy (he only cut one album). It is one of my favorite blues albums, Not a dud on it. Give it a listen on youtube.
I don't know how much you enjoy playing, but if you really like it: There will come a time in your life where for whatever reason, you can no longer play. If the thrill of playing is still there, take advantage of it while you can.
Morning Legionnaires! In before the clock.
Exercising done, house chores done, showering done, now I will be rigging up some new lures to try out tomorrow in hopes to change my luck so far this year.
Got a text from a man whose son plays on a softball team in OKC and wants me to come on Sunday to pitch for his team. I have not said yes yet since I have not practiced or played any since this time last year. Plus, the drive to the ball park is a little over an hour from my house. Want to play, but not sure whether I should make the trip.
It's been 22 years since I last played. Pulled a hamstring early in the game but it wasn't bad enough to sit me down. First time I went to bat I took off for first and it pulled the rest of the way. I took it as a sign I was done.I don't know how much you enjoy playing, but if you really like it: There will come a time in your life where for whatever reason, you can no longer play. If the thrill of playing is still there, take advantage of it while you can.
It's been 22 years since I last played. Pulled a hamstring early in the game but it wasn't bad enough to sit me down. First time I went to bat I took off for first and it pulled the rest of the way. I took it as a sign I was done.
Amen, I miss playing competitive sports. From age 30 to 60 I played competitive racquet ball. I played league soft ball as soon as I got out of the Army until my mid 50's.I don't know how much you enjoy playing, but if you really like it: There will come a time in your life where for whatever reason, you can no longer play. If the thrill of playing is still there, take advantage of it while you can.
Stumbled across this cd in a thrift store long ago. Had never heard of the guy (he only cut one album). It is one of my favorite blues albums, Not a dud on it. Give it a listen on youtube.
@OldEvilleCat Here's one!!Dang that is good, and I am one hard dude to please.
That is pure blues.
I had decent power till I messed my leg up in wreck. After that I couldn't step into the pitch and get my whole body weight into the swing. Became an arm hitter after that. It was kind of embarressing.Last I played was in San Antonio for the church we attended. I kind of coached but played two full games. Pitched and played first. I went 9 for 9 but had no power left period. Hand eye coordination is still off the charts even now.
When I said no power I meant it. Had a tryout with the Tigers at old Tiger Stadium in Detroit and hit one over the 442 mark in near dead center field. In a church league I couldn't reach the fence so settled for seeing eye a blooper singles and doubles.
The highest I ever lived and worked was out in Flagstaff AZ. I think that is about 7000ft. I was only about 22 so it didn't affect me that I can remember. The highest I've been is about 8500ft going across the Rockies on I-80.Have any of the D lived in the West in these high altitudes? Just curious and if it was hard to breathe. I drove up Pike's Peak in Colorado, 14,000 feet and felt like I was passing out when I got to the top.
Rupp Arena looks like it fell into a giant sinkhole.
It did..... sigh...
When I was a young teenager, I spent hours everyday throwing a golf ball against a rock wall to practice catching ground balls. Over time, I literally caught millions of them. The last game I ever played, I was 37 and had a bum leg and shoulder. I'd also just started a business which was requiring all my time. A 25 year college coach told my teammates I was the best third baseman he had ever seen. I still miss it.
It fell into the pockets of politicians. Those things are a lot bigger than they look like on the outside and money never seems to find the bottom.
I hope the slant downward isn't foreshadowing for things to come in UK basketball
It is a rainy 40.8°F on our way to a boiling 46°.
I have Arizona company Saturday and Massachusetts company a week from today. I may be busy!
1 week from April 15. My CPA has not called yet. I don't know if that is good or bad?
You all have a good Friday.
I had no concept of getting a good pitch to hit. I just wanted to swing the bat. If I were an opposing manager I would have told my pitcher "Throw that guy a strike and you are out of the game." Luckily for me, ever now and then, someone was dumb enough to throw me something in the strike zone. Talking about a thin handle bat, Ernie Banks pretty much started that. When people saw a skinny kid like him could hit forty homers by whipping a thin handle bat through the zone, it became popular.When I was old enough to hold a cut off broom stick I used to hit bottle caps. I hit pebbles, I hit feathers, I hit any small thing I could find.. Little did I know until a few years ago that is what Hank Aaron credited to his hitting prowess. I did because I didn't have to chase those bottles caps far. You could blast them and they'd only go a few feet unless you caught it just right and zinged it. I used a Dave Kingman 33 ounce bat when I played. Loved the thin handle. (When I could find them or could afford to buy one.). Anything I could reach, I could hit and hit well. Fair arm and good glove, never had any legs, slow as molasses in the winter. My last year in Legion ball I hit either .542 or .572 I really cannot remember but one of those.
Amen, I miss playing competitive sports. From age 30 to 60 I played competitive racquet ball. I played league soft ball as soon as I got out of the Army until my mid 50's.
Plus messing around with basketball, touch football. etc. I raised my kids to be sports minded and my son is over 50 years old and still runs. He has been in the Philadelphia marathon and Chicago marathon. That qualified him for the Boston Marathon but Covid messed that up.
His daughter won the Girls Kentucky Cross Country State Championship this year and will take her running skills to the U.S. Air Force Academy in June. He will take her out there a week or two ahead to run with her to get use to the altitude change.
Have any of the D lived in the West in these high altitudes? Just curious and if it was hard to breathe. I drove up Pike's Peak in Colorado, 14,000 feet and felt like I was passing out when I got to the top.
During the mid 70s and I was in my 20s I worked tracking wildlife on the North Kiabab Plateau several years. At Jacob Lake, ≈ 7,000', I was able to play basketball with the Hopi. At ≈ 9,000' of CGNP North Rim I could not.Have any of the D lived in the West in these high altitudes?
Thanks BBUK. Fort Huachua is a approximately 4,800 feet in elevation and the Air Force Academy is about 6,923 feet. Nearby Colorado Springs is not quite as high.At Fort Huachuca Sir you didn't do PT for two weeks back then to get acclimated. I remember trying to lightly run from the small exchange across the field to our barracks the first day I was there and ran it seemed fifty or so steps and I was gasping. (At the time I was able to run road guard when at Goodfellow AFB in San Angelo, Tx. and went straight from there to Fort Huachuca.) I was seriously gasping for air, not even deep breathing. Never felt that since and hope I never do again.
Guess we won't be hearing people beating on trash cans during Astros games anymore.How did the ML baseball season arrived without me knowing the National League had folded on the DH? I’m truly bummed - hate the DH. Plus, catchers have some sort of device that transmits the pitch call to the pitcher and middle infielders - no more signaling with fingers.
Still, always special for a new season to arrive.
I visited in 2014 with a group touring the 7 churches of Revelations. Also the Isle of Patmos. Ephesus was one of my favorite stops.Had a chance to visit this place a long time ago. Reconstruction had barely started at the time.
Basilica of St. John - Wikipedia
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See you at Walmart in about an hour. Go Cats!Good morning! Only got 6 hours of snooze last night. Stayed up until 0300.
37° out here in the country and feels like 30°. Has a great start on working its way up to a balmy 48° later this afternoon. I did future radar and it very well could snow on us today at the football game. I hope it does.
I was at the AFC Championship game in Cincy back in 82 with my father. Wind chill hit -60° at times. The actual temp was around -10°. I spent most of the second half in a bathroom with about 100 other dudes watching on the small screens up in the corners. Dad stood in the same spot and watched the whole game. They called it the "Freezer Bowl".
Happy Birthday!!!Good morning D-League. It's currently 38° and overcast here in Eastern Kentucky, with rain and a high of 43° expected later today.
Woke up this morning feeling a day older than yesterday.
You know when I read the story I saw he was drafted by the Washington Commanders. That was the first I heard of the Washington Commanders and I thought it was Arena football or something or another.Sad news about the young man Dwayne Haskins, hit and killed by a car in Florida while working out with the Steelers.
I felt he was yet another example of a career badly damaged if not ruined by the pestilent regime established by toxic owner Danny Snyder in Washington. The then-Redskins drafted a guy who'd only had a very brief period of college success, then threw him to the wolves, and when things didn't immediately go well scapegoated him.