Can one of the D post the video of Jon Stewart breaking the coffee cup on his show? Been trying to find it again but can't
This one? I will look for another copy...Can one of the D post the video of Jon Stewart breaking the coffee cup on his show? Been trying to find it again but can't
That's it thank youThis one? I will look for another copy...
This one may be better...
It's why I refuse to get sucked into watching sports live. I record & start from beginning after live HT & tend to catch up with live near end of game or a few minutes after.The problem with college basketball. It's taken over 30 minutes to play the final 3 minutes of the Vandy/TAMU game.
Almost, but we got the cigar!Type of team we've lost to: V, AR, GA.
I am obsessed by Kentucky basketball. Since December 1965 I have not missed a minute of Kentucky via radio, tv or being there (I have a chemistry final that I could not get out of). I don't walk out on anything. It is a matter of faith!It's why I refuse to get sucked into watching sports live. I record & start from beginning after live HT & tend to catch up with live near end of game or a few minutes after.
And the issue you bring up is why you can't trust TV scheduling. Can't do anything about previous game runover other than complain, but I do record with extra time, normally at hour.
You are certainly invested !! 🤩I am obsessed by Kentucky basketball. Since December 1965 I have not missed a minute of Kentucky via radio, tv or being there (I have a chemistry final that I could not get out of). I don't walk out on anything. It is a matter of faith!I have invested too much time to walk out now.
I have YouTubeTV and I subscribe to ESPN+ so I get all the games; however, it is aggravating to have to switch from YouTubeTV to ESPN+. The game before UK ran over 44 minutes into the UK game and the UK game was 30 minutes over. Yet ESPN give two hour slots for SEC basketball. That Vandy game was horribly officiated.
He sounds like a good man (artilleryman or course he was). I am just a little biased. I too have hearing loss and massive ringing in my ears. Most of the time I did not wear hearing protection when firing the howitzer as a chief because I needed to hear the numbers for the deflection (left and right movement of the tube) and the quadrant (elevation of the tube) plus the type of round, fuse, and powder count (number of powder bags) needed for the fire mission. I just told my number 2 man (loader and lanyard puller) to wait until I had my ears covered before firing the howitzer. That did not always work out. I do have some disability ratings (not 100%), and hearing loss is part of it.Good morning folks. Up into the upper 30s in the east and overcast. Happy it is Friday, and content to be working from home.
Thanks for posting the photo Warrior. That looks like a good bunch of guys.
Your memories of playing ball in the military reminded me of a story my grandfather used to tell when I was a kid (he died when I was 11, so I was pretty young hearing this.) He was in the army in France during WW1, in an artillery unit -- he always blamed his loss of hearing on that. In his story, he made his way onto some team of all stars in the Army -- and in a game hit a double off the legendary Grover Cleveland Alexander. I never knew what to make of the story but my grandfather was a truthful man and known as a very good baseball player who played for Eastern Kentucky University before the war. In later years, I found out the GCA was also in the army in France, and then in some of the same bases as my grandfather after the war, so it may well have happened then...
Alexander spent most of the 1918 season in France as a sergeant with the 342nd Field Artillery Regiment, 89th Division. While he was serving in France, he was exposed to German mustard gas and a shell exploded near him, causing partial hearing loss and triggering the onset of epilepsy. Alexander returned to the United States in April 1919 on the SS Rochambeau.[15] Following his return from the war, Alexander suffered from shell shock and was plagued with epileptic seizures, which people often misinterpreted as a sign of drunkenness; this only exacerbated his drinking problem.
In any case Papaw Roy, as we called him, led a colorful life. I still think of him playing ragtime piano in their tiny house in Bracken County.
Ran across this picture yesterday while looking at some old albums. This was September 1994 at the European Championships in Grafenwoehr Germany. We won it all. I am in the back row with the red shirt and black hat holding 2 trophies. One was for making the all-tourney team. the guy kneeling in front me was my road dog. He and I traveled with an all-Hispanic (except me of course) team called Salsa across Europe playing other traveling teams in tournaments. We had a very good team.
Our team pictured below was called the G-Men because we were all (save one maintenance soldier) from the 1st Armored Division Headquarters G Sections.
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They were and we worked for the division Commander and CSM. But, when you are their right-hand men and good at what you do, they let you alone.Them stashes from afar look out of reg...
Take a look at this one in the Gulf.Them stashes from afar look out of reg...
Take a look at this one in the Gulf.
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My dad was artillery in WW2.He sounds like a good man (artilleryman or course he was). I am just a little biased. I too have hearing loss and massive ringing in my ears. Most of the time I did not wear hearing protection when firing the howitzer as a chief because I needed to hear the numbers for the deflection (left and right movement of the tube) and the quadrant (elevation of the tube) plus the type of round, fuse, and powder count (number of powder bags) needed for the fire mission. I just told my number 2 man (loader and lanyard puller) to wait until I had my ears covered before firing the howitzer. That did not always work out. I do have some disability ratings (not 100%), and hearing loss is part of it.
A couple of months before retirement with my battalion commander at my retirement gathering.
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I had a mustache throughout my entire Amry career and only had one real problem with the post CSM (Mckinney) at Ft. Sill in my last unit. He told me that my mustache would be regulation, so I trimmed it. He then told my First Sergeant that it still was not good enough and to tell me what he meant was that no NCO working for him is authorized to wear a mustache. I told him the 670-1 authorizes me to wear one and I would wear it. I Was retiring in 2 years at that point and did not care to work for him anyway. He had me moved from working with the post commander and I then worked for DPTMS and the Education Center for the rest of my time until retirement. My mustache went back to the way it was as is obvious from the last picture.I saw that and instantly...
Snidely Whiplash an Ole Precious....
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Got me, I stuck my tongue out and tried.