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re: How many of you are or were actual athletes
Posted on 1/8/15 at 9:46 pm to GeauxBreauxs
Posted on 1/8/15 at 9:46 pm to GeauxBreauxs
You may have heard of me. I was known as "Ludowici Lightning".
Posted on 1/8/15 at 9:49 pm to miz_zombie
I played football through high school. MLB. Had my arse handed to be by South Panola in football. Joined the Army after high when I went to college. Wasn't good enough or big enough to play in college.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 9:57 pm to GeauxBreauxs
I won two Illinois State Youth Bowling championships, so yeah...I'm a fricking jock.
Also, rode a little pine in HS football. I was a QB doe.
Also, rode a little pine in HS football. I was a QB doe.
This post was edited on 1/8/15 at 9:59 pm
Posted on 1/8/15 at 9:57 pm to USARMYDasher
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USARMYDasher
you served in the Army. Sorry, GeauxBreaux is too badass for you
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:02 pm to Harry Rex Vonner
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served
Still serve
Contractually binded my arse for a long time haha
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:02 pm to GeauxBreauxs
I stayed at a Holiday Inn last night. With your mother.
She said I was an Athlete. And she likes anal.
She said I was an Athlete. And she likes anal.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:03 pm to DragginFly
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"Ludowici Lightning"
Ludowici. You poor.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:12 pm to GeauxBreauxs
I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after poker, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer, I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration team. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and all my bills are paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life, but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
But I have yet to win the World Series Of Poker.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after poker, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer, I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration team. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and all my bills are paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life, but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
But I have yet to win the World Series Of Poker.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:19 pm to GeauxBreauxs
Ran track and was a tackling dummy in practice / kept the bench warm as a last - string running back throughout high school. But that was 25 years ago, and I haven't gotten past a brisk walk since a spine injury in 09.
Does poker count?
Does poker count?
This post was edited on 1/8/15 at 10:20 pm
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:22 pm to GeauxBreauxs
Played soccer, football, ran track in high school. Paid for college kicking footballs for four years.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:24 pm to GeauxBreauxs
I used to fight mma against women and children but never anything organized.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:28 pm to dbeck
I play 1st base for my church's slow pitch softball team.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:29 pm to CroakaBait
Never played football. Played a little baseball.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:32 pm to GeauxBreauxs
Idgaf if you have any respect for me or not, but yes had a baseball ride as well as a rodeo scholly.
Oh yeah I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night
Oh yeah I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night
This post was edited on 1/8/15 at 10:34 pm
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:38 pm to GeauxBreauxs
Track letterman at TAMU. Soccer and basketball in HS. Regret never trying football.
Breaux doesn't need an 's,' the 'x' makes it plural. Funny how none of yall so called Cajuns don't know a lick of french.
Breaux doesn't need an 's,' the 'x' makes it plural. Funny how none of yall so called Cajuns don't know a lick of french.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:42 pm to Masterag
If Nascar driver counts as athlete, count me.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 10:43 pm to GeauxBreauxs
1st place at the county fair in the watermelon seed spitting contest.
In hindsight, that's sounds reeeeeealy gay. NTTIAWWT.
In hindsight, that's sounds reeeeeealy gay. NTTIAWWT.
Posted on 1/8/15 at 11:15 pm to guschamp84
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I stayed at a Holiday Inn last night. With your mother. She said I was an Athlete. And she likes anal.
That gave me the chuckles!
Was a State ranked wrestler in up North. My senior year I won districts, regionals but destroyed my ankle in the semi-finals of sectionals. Was getting some looks from Big 10 schools but after the injury they wanted me to go JUCO. Chose to wrestle at D2 Military college but when the Jarines offered me a full scholly I jumped on that like a fat kid on a little white donut (wrestling scholly's don't pay shyiat in out of State tuition). Never knew what hard training was until the Marines though. Spent 8 years in as a Infantry "Zero" and was in the best shape of my life. Over a decade out and still hit the gym 5 times a week to lift followed by at least 30 minutes of cardio. Most HS kids wish they can push what I do. So still in pretty good shape considering my age but have more bone spurs than you can shake a stick at in my ankles and if I don't work out my chronic lower back pain flares up. Wouldn't trade a minute of it because I served with some great men, saw an incredible amount of the world that most people can't fathom and it instilled a level of discipline & leadership that has made me successful in my follow-on career.
So OP, in regards to your "respect", you ain't worthy to lick the sole of my left boot as I crush your windpipe.
This post was edited on 1/8/15 at 11:21 pm
Posted on 1/8/15 at 11:20 pm to ABearsFanNMS
Where all the studs at?!
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