Sooner1984

One thing that comes with age is a little more understanding. I was like you. 40 years old, in great shape, not fat. Could swim across a river, trudge through mud with a bag full of duck decoys on my back. Everyone that is fat is a big dummy! Don't be so undisciplined!

Then, you get older and end up in the hospital because you can barely breathe while taking a walk. Turns out, you have congestive heart failure. Out of nowhere. Bam. You have it. It makes everything harder. You can't work out. Can't walk as much. Can't move as much. You start gaining weight. The whole thing is so depressing that you start sipping more bourbon at night. Then more. Then more. After a year, you've put on 50 pounds. Then a hundred pounds.

Your metabolism slows down, which (along with aging) makes it harder to shed the pounds.

I don't ever look at overweight people the same now. You have no idea what they may be going through. Health issues, stress, depression. It can hit you too.

Laughing. But not laughing.

What a great team. Fun to watch. I thought maybe they'd be in the national championship game a few weeks ago. You could be right. Maybe Bama though. They have the Seahawks' OC and Saban working on-call as a consultant.

OU has a 29 yr-old kid running the offense. He was coaching HS not long ago and comes from the powerful Pac 2 conference.

They're saying Cuevas will play 20-25 snaps tonight.

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Indiana wallops whoever wins

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OU wins it 33-7.

All field goals.

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People do not become certain things based on their race or any other group identity that can be assigned. They are individuals who have their own unique characteristics. To take the actions of a few and paint it as all is just plain ignorant.

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You must be pretty young. You'll get smarter with age. :moon:

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It’s weird to see two regular-season rematches in the first round of the playoffs.

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It is actually stupid. This could have been so easily changed to prevent this.

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Bingo.

Been seeing this label applied to us around here. We're a "dogsh*t team."

Well, let me just say we embrace this label. And we're coming for you next. For, you see, the Dogsh*t Team is everyone's worst nightmare. We're terrible, incapable, lousy. Bunch of nobodies. The new Nebraska. And pure dogsh*t.

None of you elitists want to even talk about us. We just peeled off 4 straight SEC wins in a row, but ain't a dang thread about us on the front page of this rickety joint. Probably not page 2 or 3 either. I ain't lookin.

This ought to be embarrassing for ya'll. Gettin beat by an absolute dogsh*t team every week. I can't even imagine how rough that must feel for ya.

Anyhow, we still draggin in on 3 legs, lickin our big ol' ball sack as ya'll watch on in disgust, eating your leg of lamb.

Oops. Give me a Milligan on that one.

2 Aggies were needing to measure a telephone pole. It was laying down on the ground. One of them whips out a tape measure and hooks on to one end, walking to the other end.

"30 feet! You got that? 30 feet on the nose."

The other Aggie says, "Got it! 30 feets."

The Aggie with the tape measure scratches his head and looks off in the sky for a minute and says, "Alright. Let's stand her up now." His buddy says, "Why stand the thing up? We already know how long it is."

The guy with the tape measure says, "Come on, dummy. Yeah, we know how long it is. But we don't know how tall it is."