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So, I see Will Levis has opted out of playing in the Kentucky Bowl game with Iowa.

I guess this is our new reality but it makes any Bowl game a joke except the championship series, in which kids typically play. A decision like that is bound to change every player's commitment to the game and willingness to lay it on the line.
Players and teams once worked their butt off all season to make a Bowl Game. That was a reward and no one would think about skipping it. I saw Joe Namath hobbling around when he played for Alabama in the Bowl Game. I doubt sitting out crossed his mind.

We had a basketball player sit an entire season because he did not want to damage his NBA draft status. We were told he was one of the best recruits in UK history and we didn't see him make a single basket or run down the court one time. But he was a lottery pick.

It is probably a good time in my life to quit taking sports so serious.
 
For me it's easy, pancakes.

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At my house gravy is a beverage and I remember as a boy mama would have a huge frying pan full of gravy after she fried the breakfast meat. Just about every day. My wfie loves her gravy too and was raised the same way.

So A, B,C for me with an extra huge spoonful of the gravy on my biscuits.
 
At my house gravy is a beverage and I remember as a boy mama would have a huge frying pan full of gravy after she fried the breakfast meat. Just about every day. My wfie loves her gravy too and was raised the same way.

So A, B,C for me with an extra huge spoonful of the gravy on my biscuits.
Growing up, I absolutely hated breakfast for the most part. Now it's my favorite meal and I'll even have it at supper sometimes.
 
So, I see Will Levis has opted out of playing in the Kentucky Bowl game with Iowa.

I guess this is our new reality but it makes any Bowl game a joke except the championship series, in which kids typically play. A decision like that is bound to change every player's commitment to the game and willingness to lay it on the line.

Vegas seemed to know beforehand Levis wasn't going to play. The over/under in overall points before Levis announced was the lowest total for any bowl game...32 total points. The only other bowl game with a over/under below 40 total points is Army vs Navy.

We were 2.5 point favorites with an over/under of 32 before Levis announced he wasn't playing...his announcement he wouldn't play barely moved the the over/under at all...dropped it a half a point to 31.5. It did change the line more, we went from a 2.5 point favorites to 1.5 point underdogs...
 
Players and teams once worked their butt off all season to make a Bowl Game. That was a reward and no one would think about skipping it. I saw Joe Namath hobbling around when he played for Alabama in the Bowl Game. I doubt sitting out crossed his mind.

We had a basketball player sit an entire season because he did not want to damage his NBA draft status. We were told he was one of the best recruits in UK history and we didn't see him make a single basket or run down the court one time. But he was a lottery pick.

It is probably a good time in my life to quit taking sports so serious.

P_SS on the player that will not play.
 
At my house gravy is a beverage and I remember as a boy mama would have a huge frying pan full of gravy after she fried the breakfast meat. Just about every day. My wfie loves her gravy too and was raised the same way.

So A, B,C for me with an extra huge spoonful of the gravy on my biscuits.

If I ate all I wanted I'd weigh 500 pounds. I'd eat gravy through injection.... Love, love, love it. I love quantity but focus on quality (Do not think for a second that gravy isn't quality. It is but I have to choose...I can't eat it all. But, I do my best.). Thankfully My Darlings quality comes in HUGE helpings...🥰😉🙌😇 Yes, I am blessed...

Oh, I'd get down under 200 quick if I had to subsist on ye Ole gizzards...😁😁😁
 
Growing up, I absolutely hated breakfast for the most part. Now it's my favorite meal and I'll even have it at supper sometimes.
Breakfast has always been the "focus" meal of the day for me. We never went to school hungry because mama said our brain cells would not work without nourishment. She insisted you eat before you left the house. And we all ate at the same time. And at the table.
 
I did that for the 50 states and Puerto Rico in my last venture. (I think 2018, I took it on because we had several state it was beneath them. (They didn't work "directly" with customers. I laughed out loud at them.) Talked to so many people...worked so many late nights. VPN's are not your friend in those instances... (Kept me using some skills so it was okay.) Got tons of overtime too...
We've got 50,000 users agency-wide and another 10,000+ external users, including several Fed users. Previously, we were broken down into five agencies pre-merger, with my former agency the largest of the five.

Had an issue once with Fed Department of Ag user. Her agency would not allow file upload > 20 mb to SharePoint for some crazy reason. Ha ha, she transferred the file over to me via Google.
 
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Morning Legionnaires!

50° this morning with light rain. Today's high expected to be in the mid 60's with rain going away by midday.

Usual workout this morning then, out and about getting what my wife has on a list including a birthday cake she ordered from Walmart (daughter's 17th Birthday today). Will have a little celebration today and we will have another on Saturday as my wife's mother wants to do it Saturday even though she nor her son she lives with works and could make it today. My wife just goes with it as her mother will do whatever she wants and how she wants. Always has according to my wife.

Well, enough of that. You folks be safe today and may God Bless you this day and every day.
 
Good Thursday Morning

59° outside with a little fog on the lake that should burn off pretty fast. The sun is coming up. The high will hit 80° with sunny skies all day long and a 2% chance of rain.

Headed outside to work in the yard today. My wife bought three Dwarf Alberta Spruce trees and wants me do something with them, probably plant them on the North side of the house. Other than that it should be a normal day.

Trust all is well and this finds all the D in good spirits and health.

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Good morning D-League.

Another odd work commute last night.

I'm standing on the subway platform about 6:30 pm when a stern voice comes over the loudspeaker and says, "Metro has been SUSPENDED due to police activity!" This is unusual. Even when a suicide jumps in front of a train they just announce a DELAY until they can route around it. About half the people immediately leave, but I really have no options so I stick around. About ten minutes later one train comes by -- the last one of the evening I later find out - and I get on and make my way home.

This morning I find out an off-duty FBI agent and some other guy get into a brawl at the next station up the line from me. They pull each other off the platform down into the track well, and the agent pulls his gun and shoots the other guy dead. This with dozens of people standing around. No more details at this time.

It turns out they shut down the service, but the train I got on had to clear out in that direction so I was able to board and ride right past the shooting scene before it was closed off for the evidence techs. So I was damn lucky.

Hope everyone's luck holds today.
 
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Good morning D-League.

Another odd work commute last night.

I'm standing on the subway platform about 6:30 pm when a stern voice comes over the loudspeaker and says, "Metro has been SUSPENDED due to police activity!" This is unusual. Even when a suicide jumps in front of a train they just announce a DELAY until they can route around it. About half the people immediately leave, but I really have no options so I stick around. About ten minutes later one train comes by -- the last one of the evening I later find out - and I get on and make my way home.

This morning I find out an off-duty FBI agent and some other guy get into a brawl at the next station up the line from me. They pull each other off the platform down into the track well, and the agent pulls his gun and shoots the other guy dead. This with dozens of people standing around. No more details at this time.

It turns out they shut down the service, but the train I got on had to clear out in that direction so I was able to board and ride right past the shooting scene before it was closed off for the evidence techs. So I was damn lucky.

Hope everyone's luck holds today.
Wow. Glad you're okay. Could have been much worse.
 
Breakfast has always been the "focus" meal of the day for me. We never went to school hungry because mama said our brain cells would not work without nourishment. She insisted you eat before you left the house. And we all ate at the same time. And at the table.
Growing up all of our meals were at the table. Breakfast was huge. Dinner was big and Supper was left over Dinner unless we were having company.

Mom made biscuits ever morning. Dad always made the gravy and cook the meat. I would eat 4 or 5 eggs, some meat (sausage, bacon or country ham) and gravy and about 8 biscuits. My favored gravy was and still is sausage gravy. I can make a meal out of biscuits, sausage gravy with chunks of sausage in it. Back in those days I could eat massive meals and lose weight. I weighed in at 135 when I graduated high school.
 
Growing up all of our meals were at the table. Breakfast was huge. Dinner was big and Supper was left over Dinner unless we were having company.

Mom made biscuits ever morning. Dad always made the gravy and cook the meat. I would eat 4 or 5 eggs, some meat (sausage, bacon or country ham) and gravy and about 8 biscuits. My favored gravy was and still is sausage gravy. I can make a meal out of biscuits, sausage gravy with chunks of sausage in it. Back in those days I could eat massive meals and lose weight. I weighed in at 135 when I graduated high school.
Same here Bert, We always ate big and I was rail thin growing up. Dad had several rules at the table.

1. No TV during a meal. I was 14 when we got our first so that was an easy rule to follow
2. Everyone was seated at the table before we started eating.
3. Dad would say the blessing over the food.

4. Dad sat at the head of the table and was served first and the first thing served was always the meat dish. He would then pass the dish or bowl to his left and it came around the table and was put in the same spot it started.
5. Children did not talk unless spoken to. Most supper meals each of us children would be called on to talk about the day before in school. What we were studying and what could we do as a family to improve one another.
6. If you took food on your plate you ate it. All of it.
7. No one left the table until they were excused. Only mother or dad could excuse us.
8. After the meal dad would check our homework assignments and if they were not completed we would go to our room and complete them. If OK'd it we could go outside and play till dark.

That was pretty much the life of a school kid in the 1950's.
 
Good morning D-League.

Another odd work commute last night.

I'm standing on the subway platform about 6:30 pm when a stern voice comes over the loudspeaker and says, "Metro has been SUSPENDED due to police activity!" This is unusual. Even when a suicide jumps in front of a train they just announce a DELAY until they can route around it. About half the people immediately leave, but I really have no options so I stick around. About ten minutes later one train comes by -- the last one of the evening I later find out - and I get on and make my way home.

This morning I find out an off-duty FBI agent and some other guy get into a brawl at the next station up the line from me. They pull each other off the platform down into the track well, and the agent pulls his gun and shoots the other guy dead. This with dozens of people standing around. No more details at this time.

It turns out they shut down the service, but the train I got on had to clear out in that direction so I was able to board and ride right past the shooting scene before it was closed off for the evidence techs. So I was damn lucky.

Hope everyone's luck holds today.
Wow, just wow. You would be safer on the streets of Dodge City in the 1880's than up there. Crazy times.
 
Good morning D-League.

Another odd work commute last night.

I'm standing on the subway platform about 6:30 pm when a stern voice comes over the loudspeaker and says, "Metro has been SUSPENDED due to police activity!" This is unusual. Even when a suicide jumps in front of a train they just announce a DELAY until they can route around it. About half the people immediately leave, but I really have no options so I stick around. About ten minutes later one train comes by -- the last one of the evening I later find out - and I get on and make my way home.

This morning I find out an off-duty FBI agent and some other guy get into a brawl at the next station up the line from me. They pull each other off the platform down into the track well, and the agent pulls his gun and shoots the other guy dead. This with dozens of people standing around. No more details at this time.

It turns out they shut down the service, but the train I got on had to clear out in that direction so I was able to board and ride right past the shooting scene before it was closed off for the evidence techs. So I was damn lucky.

Hope everyone's luck holds today.
Crazy stuff. MdW, which station did this take place at?
 
Growing up all of our meals were at the table. Breakfast was huge. Dinner was big and Supper was left over Dinner unless we were having company.

Mom made biscuits ever morning. Dad always made the gravy and cook the meat. I would eat 4 or 5 eggs, some meat (sausage, bacon or country ham) and gravy and about 8 biscuits. My favored gravy was and still is sausage gravy. I can make a meal out of biscuits, sausage gravy with chunks of sausage in it. Back in those days I could eat massive meals and lose weight. I weighed in at 135 when I graduated high school.
I remember when I could eat like that and not gain a pound. Now I would weigh 500 lbs if I ate like that...heck, I would probably be dead already. :D
 
Same here Bert, We always ate big and I was rail thin growing up. Dad had several rules at the table.

1. No TV during a meal. I was 14 when we got our first so that was an easy rule to follow
2. Everyone was seated at the table before we started eating.
3. Dad would say the blessing over the food.

4. Dad sat at the head of the table and was served first and the first thing served was always the meat dish. He would then pass the dish or bowl to his left and it came around the table and was put in the same spot it started.
5. Children did not talk unless spoken to. Most supper meals each of us children would be called on to talk about the day before in school. What we were studying and what could we do as a family to improve one another.
6. If you took food on your plate you ate it. All of it.
7. No one left the table until they were excused. Only mother or dad could excuse us.
8. After the meal dad would check our homework assignments and if they were not completed we would go to our room and complete them. If OK'd it we could go outside and play till dark.

That was pretty much the life of a school kid in the 1950's.
A lot of our rules were the same, except school work. My folks grew up in the depression and were the oldest kid. Dad had to quit school in the third grade to work the farm and mom the sixth grade, so they couldn't help me with lessons. I'd play baseball till dark and if there was no game, I'd throw golf balls at a rock wall to practice infield. They had to literally make me come in to eat. Baseball was all I cared about. They had to make me go to school. Both worked and left early so I had to catch the bus myself. Once I decided to stay home. For 2 weeks I stayed home and threw the golf balls most of the day. Finally the school contacted them. The school was mad, but it wasn't that big a deal to my folks.
 
A lot of our rules were the same, except school work. My folks grew up in the depression and were the oldest kid. Dad had to quit school in the third grade to work the farm and mom the sixth grade, so they couldn't help me with lessons. I'd play baseball till dark and if there was no game, I'd throw golf balls at a rock wall to practice infield. They had to literally make me come in to eat. Baseball was all I cared about. They had to make me go to school. Both worked and left early so I had to catch the bus myself. Once I decided to stay home. For 2 weeks I stayed home and threw the golf balls most of the day. Finally the school contacted them. The school was mad, but it wasn't that big a deal to my folks.
I sure can relate to your love of baseball as a boy. I was right there with you and lived and breathed it 24 hours a day. I slept with a glove under my head.

But education was really stressed in my house. My daddy was the son of a coal miner and worked in the mines after high school. He had been the first in his family to ever graduate from high school but the only work in Pike County was the mines. So off to the mines he went. A rock fall from a roof cave in trapped him and killed his buddy. He was given up for dead and his mother was called to the mouth of the mine and rescue workers tried to reach him. When he got out alive he quit his job and went off to college where he worked his way through school and became the first in his family to graduate from college.

Mom was also very into education and both her and dad helped us and encourage us to be good students. I could never achieve what my kids and grandkids have in academics but I was a good student with good grades and able to make it on my own once I shut the door on mom and dad's house forever.

None of my family ever was on welfare or ask the government for anything. We were all taught to be independent and to rely on the family to help in time of need and stay strong. Being a God centered family sure helped too.
 
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You military men, especially the ones who were in Gerrmany may be able to help me with this. Our granddaughter received her German Proficiency Medal that was presented in a special ceremony at the USAF Academy. It was presented by a German officer who is pictured below. I have no idea what rank, etc he is or how to read his insignia, etc. I am not familiar with German military rank.

The Gold Medal is worn under your name tag on the right pocket and it looks like the Germans wear it on the left under their name tag.

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