re: If DGB was your son, how would you react to his dismissal from the team?

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You get your jimmies rustled but I'm the one that isn't very bright? Nice logic.

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That would presume Im "rustled"

Like I said...

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I know. I explained that earlier

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Have you ever known that to prevent me from writing a treatise on the same topic?

At eight o'clock Kutuzov rode to Pratz at the head of Miloradovich's fourth column, the one which was to take the place of the columns of Przebyszewski and Langeron, which had already gone down. He greeted the men of the head regiment and gave the order to move, thus showing that he intended to lead the column himself. Having ridden to the village of Pratz, he halted. Prince Andrei, one of the enormous number of persons constituting the commander in chief's suite, stood behind him. Prince Andrei felt excited, irritated, and at the same time restrainedly calm, as a man usually is when a long-desired moment comes. He was firmly convinced that this was the day of his Toulon or his bridge of Arcole.[1] How it would happen, he did not know, but he was firmly convinced that it would be so. The locality and position of our troops were known to him, as far as they could be known to anyone in our army. His own strategic plan, which there obviously could be no thought of carrying out now, was forgotten. Now, entering into Weyrother's plan, Prince Andrei pondered the possible happenstances and came up with new considerations, such as might call for his swiftness of reflection and decisiveness.

To the left below, in the fog, exchanges of fire between unseen troops could be heard. There, it seemed to Prince Andrei, the battle would concentrate, there an obstacle would be encountered, and "it's there that I'll be sent with a brigade or division, and there, with a standard in my hand, I'll go forward and crush everything ahead of me."

Prince Andrei could not look with indifference at the standards of the battalions going past him. Looking at a standard, he thought: maybe it is that very standard with which I'll have to march at the head of the troops.

By morning the night's fog had left only hoarfrost turning into dew on the heights, but in the hollows the fog still spread its milk-white sea. Nothing could be seen in that hollow to the left, into which our troops had descended and from which came the sounds of gunfire. Over the heights was a dark, clear sky, and to the right-the enormous ball of the sun. Far ahead, on the other shore of the sea of fog, one could make out the jutting, wooded hills on which the enemy army was supposed to be, and something was discernible. To the right the guards were entering the region of the fog, with a sound of tramping and wheels and an occasional gleam of bayonets; to the left, beyond the village, similar masses of cavalry approached and disappeared into the sea of fog. In front and behind moved the infantry. The commander in chief stood on the road out of the village, letting the troops pass by him. Kutuzov seemed exhausted and irritable that morning. The infantry going past him halted without any command, apparently because something ahead held them up.

"But tell them, finally, to form into battalions and go around the village," Kutuzov said angrily to a general who rode up. "Don't you understand, Your Excellency, my dear sir, that to stretch out in a defile through village streets is impossible when we're marching against an enemy?"

"I intended to form them up outside the village, Your Excellency," said the general.

Kutuzov laughed biliously.

"A fine sight you'd be, lining up in view of the enemy, a very fine sight!"

"The enemy's still far off, Your Excellency. According to the disposition . . ."

"The disposition!" Kutuzov exclaimed biliously. "Who told you that? . . . Kindly do as you're ordered."

"Yes, sir!"

"Mon cher," Nesvitsky said to Prince Andrei in a whisper, "le vieux est d'une humeur de chien."[2]

Oh, It's very obvious you are.

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You realize you sound like a fricking idiot right?

You trying to troll Mizzou fans through calling them out for conduct while Auburn is the most penalized school in the SEC and 3rd in the history of the NCAA while Mizzou's football program has never been on probation.

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They dont care if the state is poor or the kids cant read and write but hot damn, they are good at that football.

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The point stands. Should have been hammered for cam as well.

You point at Mizzou for conduct when your, fricking ag school , just cant stay clean.

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Your son, DGB, is one of the most athletically gifted high school kids in recent memory. Some refer to him as an athletic freak of nature. If he performs as expected in college, he'll be a certain 1st round draft pick. His future is extremely bright. The kid has almost won the lottery. Your job as his father is to make sure he simply follows the game plan.

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If I had a son that was good enough to play for LSU, but went to Mizzou he wouldn't be my son anymore?

or as stated previous how did I have a kid who is a different race at 4. Why did I lose my memory of time travel? Did I invent the time machine or was I just some weird scientist flunky? Did the scientist erase my memory? if so what did he do to me and make me forget?

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If I had a son that was good enough to play for LSU, but went to Mizzou he wouldn't be my son anymore?

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You would no longer be necessary. #MizzouFamily

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mad?

Edit: Definitely rustled.

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What was untrue or angry about that comment? Is it not stupid for an Auburn fan to troll another school about conduct of their football program?

Pointing that out doesnt make one "mad".

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Privately I would give that kid the smackdown of his life. My law would be laid down upon him.

However, publically I would do everything possible to make sure he remained eligible to play, even if that meant seeking an NCAA waiver for wrongful dismissal when I knew in the back of my mind that the university's punishment was fair. I'd even request a conversation with Bob Stoops or any other respectable coach.

Essentially, I'd do exactly what DGB's dad is doing.

He's my kid and my job as his dad is to do everything in my power to make sure he has a bright future.

All other opinions be damned.

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I think defending him public but privately calling him out would apply to a lot of moms and dads. It certainly would be close to how I handled it. But I have to add, I'd be extremely worried about my son and probably feel helpless since DGB is at the age where there's often rebellion - they no longer have to listen you and their head is being filled with how awesome they are from everyone around them. It's also easy for them to think they're untouchable (that goes whether they're a FB player or not) and easy for them to hang out with the wrong crowd. A lot of college kids, not all but enough, want to prove they're their own man (or own woman) and in that situation all you can do is try your best.

Where I'd disagree is that I wouldn't automatically want a waiver - it would all depend on the circumstances/what I thought would help him most. Getting him into the pros isn't as important as getting his life together.

Note: I'm not a parent but I've taught college kids and have seen a lot of this firsthand from all kinds of students. Some can be helped but others have to learn from their own mistakes. But I know full well my biggest instinct would be to protect him while trying to figure out a way to get him on the right path.

I would probably handle it the way you described, killz. With the added requirement that if I knew there was domestic violence involved, he gets some help.