Exercise Ball Fun
My lady friend has one of these balls. It is pretty easy to knock someone down.
Its all Ed's Mike's fault. He hired him.
I am a Bud Heavy guy myself, but do approve of Coors Original. Coors light is awful. Cheers.
And just like that Mitch Vingle atones. After Dave Hickman tried to take the law into his own hands last week and failed miserably, I was starting to worry about the Gazette. We took our problems with the article to Hickman, Vingle, and the Gazette's editor in emails and while we won't claim the glory we are very happy with the article released today.
Mitch Vingle went to the law school and interviewed Vince motherfucking Cardi. The Man. And the man told him exactly what the Bastards have been saying all along (probably because we all had him for a professor). The problem with the liquidated damages clause was not a lack of time frame, but that it looked like a penalty which would eliminate the clause and only give actual damages. Thank you Mitch. Now send a copy over the Mickey Furfari. He may be a legend, but he's wrong too because as Cardi said in Vingle's article there will always be a possibility of a loophole due to the unforeseeable aspects of the liquidated damages clause.
Meanwhile Hickman stands by his belief that banning text messages was wrong, but at least he isn't arguing that it is because coaches will simply call now. I don't have a problem with people that wanted to see text messaging continue, in fact EDSBS put together a rational argument for text messaging. Hickman just made the wrong argument the first time.
In non-self congratulatory news the WVU soccer team was put on probation for violations under former coach Seabolt. WVU will receive two years of reduced recruiting conduct and lessened visits. However, the NCAA found that the conduct was not due to lack of institutional control so no schollies were lost. There were three areas of concern. Seabolt was employed over the summer as an outside amateur coach kind of like an AAU coach. During this time he brought in WVU and prospective WVU players to the team which is an illegal practice and evaluation of prospective talent. Secondly, prospective student athletes were found to have participated in WVU practices before signing with the school while living cost free in the area. Finally, Seabolt apparently knew of a professional playing Australian and hid the files so that he would still be eligible. The lesson as always is never trust Australians with your beer.
In academic news the WVU men's football team is one point shy of the desired APR number of 925 which is calculated by athletes on scholarship remaining eligible and remaining enrolled. A perfect score is 1,000 and was achieved at WVU by the rifle and women's cross country teams. A grace period has been implemented, but will be removed by the NCAA in the upcoming year. Teams that do not reach 925 can have scholarships reduced.
Other programs that could face possible sanctions next year without improvement are Pitt baseball (923); West Virginia football (924), baseball (919), men's (915) and women's (910) basketball and wrestling (891); Penn State fencing (915); Duquesne men's basketball (909); and Robert Morris men's basketball (903), lacrosse (908) and women's golf (900).
The NCAA may close the text message loophole after the management council has recommended a ban on electronically transmitted correspondence with exceptions for limited faxes and emails. Phone calls and personal visits have been limited for years, but a loophole had allowed coaches unlimited numbers of text messages to kids. The move is supported by Chris Hansen as more than once he lured an old man to a meeting with a 16 year old boy via texting to watch videos of the boy and the man turned out to be a coach wanting to watch the kids highlight reel.
How will WVU cope with this change? Well according to the Charleston Gazette Rodriguez will be happy. Warning about the article at the Gazette. Writer Dave Hickman must not understand the rule as he makes a case to keep it because otherwise recruits will be called constantly. This is dead wrong as coaches have very limited numbers and times they can call recruits. The loophole was that they could text unlimited. Hickman is an idiot. On Rich's texting abilities:
I’m one-fingering it and I’ve got to look at it and make sure stuff is spelled right. So it takes me all week just to get my guys once a week. Rodriguez said. Some guys are a lot faster. Most guys are a lot faster. . . I’m still learning the slang, Rodriguez said. I still spell out ‘you’ instead of just using ‘u.’ I still write ‘two’ instead of ‘2.’ I haven’t even gotten the shortcuts down.
They also claim Hunter has been permanently disfigured and request full compensation for the injuries and damages sustained
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This was a post that was supposed to wait a few months, but has to be pushed up. Some of you more observant readers may have noticed ads appearing on our blog. Some have even commented on them. After talking to the family members who know me well enough to accuse me I found out they were innocent. That means it was someone else. Well I ask you readers if you can't trust a someone posting under the name letsplaytummysticks that you have never met then who can you trust? Only Ron Burgandy can describe my pain, "I am hurt and shocked and offended and. . . and hurt." Well, yes I could use the money to buy nice things like a Fletch jersey.However, we didn't start the blog to make money. For god's sake we aren't good enough writers to deserve any compensation if anything we should be paying you to read us. So when we realized we actually had a few readers and could make some money we had to decide what to do. Stay pure or sell out for a reason.
There are many good reasons to sell out. We didn't want any personal compensation so we had other choices. Give money to WVU hospitals or the Ronald McDonald house. Donate to the Mountaineer Athletic Club. Cash it in and leave it in an envelope in Coach Beilein's mailbox. We decided to go with the most altruistic cause we could think of; a kick-ass party. The promise from us is that any proceeds made from the blog will be given back to the readers in the form of a free tailgate which will be determined later in the year. Details will follow after parking passes are issued and the money is gathered. Right now we are on track for 2 forties of Hurricane and a funpack of Snickers for the Pitt game. So in a sense we are paying you to read us. It worked for us making friends not getting beat up daily in high school.
Get ready for Michigan to put the full court press on Beilein as soon as the NIT is over. From the website Mlive
This search isn't Beilein or bust, but it's close.
Close enough that it's hard to imagine Martin finding someone who's a better fit.
And even harder still to find someone who's a better coach.
If he's such a good coach, why doesn't he recruit better?
"Have you ever been to Morgantown?'' the Big East assistant asks. "It makes Pittsburgh look like Miami. Nobody has ever - or will ever - recruit four-star (recruits) to Morgantown.''
Another former Big East assistant now working in another Division I league offered similar thoughts on the West Virginia coach earlier this week.
Marshall could become available in a few years, after he gets his schnoz busted at South Florida. But for now, he seems bent on getting in the top six conferences, even if he has to take America’s most impossible job. Winthrop is going all out to keep him — even naming the court after him, according to one report.
One was from West Virginia and the other was from Bama. Smith, who was the No. 2 kicker at the Scout.com combine and was all-state as a kicker and punter last season, spurned coach Rich Rodriguez and the Mountaineers to make the trip south to Tuscaloosa.
I wouldn't really care, except that West Virginia native Nick Saban totally pwn3d Rodriguez by stealing this kid away. And that makes my schadenfreude-fueled heart all warm.
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West Virginia native Bob Starkey is now the active coach of the LSU womens basketball program after Pokey Chatman was forced to abruptly resign this week.
From the Daily Mail:
The Times-Picayune of New Orleans reported on its Web site Thursday that the resignation was prompted by the school's discovery of alleged inappropriate conduct between the 37-year-old Chatman and one or more players. Later, ESPN.com reported LSU had found out about an alleged improper sexual relationship between Chatman and a former player.
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It snowed a bunch here earlier today. I was looking at leftovers in the fridge with both distaste and distrust, but the roads were too bad go out and get anything. Then I remembered LaLa. I wish I had a penguin that would go to Sheetz for me pulling a cart he could load up with beer, hotdogs, and darts for the Aussie. I tried to get the little dogs to go but Fredo wouldn't even leave the porch to pee and Vedder can't walk further than 3 feet if there is snow on the ground before she starts limping. Plus penguins make that cool noise, waaawaaa. Or at least every Penguin in the Batman movies/shows/cartoons made that noise. I'm sure they were accurate in their depiction of the bird, I mean all penguins smoke and carry umbrellas too, don't they?
According to this article in the Daily Mail, WVU needs to attempt fewer three pointers in this game versus Providence. Really? I mean last time when we shot 41 you don't think that was good? Our reaction to that game was here.
March 15-17 seven WVU wrestlers will compete in the NCAA tournament at the Palace at Auburn Hills in Detroit. I don't know if having a wrestling tournament, even without Stone Cold Steve Austin, in Detroit is the smartest idea. I did see that whole Ron Artest Brawl. Anyway, from the Daily Mail:
Rogers, a heavyweight, and 157-pounder Fryling join automatic qualifiers Mark Anderson (133), Brandon Rader (141), David Jauregui (149), Kurt Brenner (174) and Jared Villers (197). All earned automatic bids at the Eastern Wrestling League Championships this past weekend.
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This weekend, thanks to BigP, I was able to observe High School football coaches in the wild and believe me there is a reason they are normally kept in cages. BigP invited me to attend the Nike "Coach of the Year" Clinic in Pittsburgh, PA. Among the many lessons I learned, the foremost is that high school football coaches are among the most degenerate, free-loading, drunken groups on earth when all together. God I've never felt like I belong somewhere so much in my life. I was invited for two reasons. The first reason was that last years guest was so out of control he couldn't be invited back. After seeing some of the coaches at this clinic I'm pretty sure the only thing he could have done was stab a man just to watch him die or take a dump on a vendor's table. Reason number 2, Coach Rich Rodriguez was a speaker on Friday evening. So I packed up the family tractor and headed to Pittsburgh.
Some random observations about coaches:
They really like to dress alike. Thank God my group did not do this, but almost every school had four guys in matching hats, jackets, t-shirts, and sweat pants running around looking for a game I guess.
They will stand in line for ever for a free handout. I admire this quality as so will I, even for just a Hershey's miniature.
Without women these guys devolved about 200 years in 2 days. By Sunday nothing but grunts and spitting was used to communicate. And finally, speaking of women there aren't any around when these guys meet. Friday night there where two Miller Lite Girls at the bar. Surrounded by 200 coaches it looked like Night at the Roxbury on HGH. One of the girls had to be rushed to the hospital for third degree burns due to old men rubbing on her.
Coach Rod spoke for about 1 and a half hours during prime drinking time, I made it through the first 45 minutes. As a speaker he does an amazing job of relating to the audience. Fowler and Herbstreit always praise him when doing a game here. I can see why. He can tell a story and uses self-depricating humor well to make the audience comfortable. Just a guy talking football with some great stories. Some of his best lines.
"I'm president of the Hispanic Coaches Association, though it's not a big deal since there are only three of us."
"Our first meeting it was just me and Barry Alvarez at a Taco Bell in Madison."
"My topic is passing, I'm not sure why the 115th ranked passing game coach is speaking about passing but here we go."
On the invention of the read option out of the spread, "So in practice one day our quarterback misses the handoff and runs the other way, he says 'I was reading the end' to cover for himself. I look at him and say, 'We were putting that in next week!' to cover for myself having not thought of it yet."
"So now you've got a guy who can't play dead in a Western, but you have to play him because his Dad just gave you $10,000."
One final word. I met a porn star. Didn't get her name, but she was at a club with a signing both and called me over. I wasn't going to buy anything, that would take money. She asked me if I was Jimmy. I told her no. She explained that Jimmy was a security guy that was supposed to be there and he was to wear an orange shirt (I was wearing an orange polo shirt). She then asked me why I was wearing an orange shirt. I explained that I am color-blind and thought it was green. She felt bad so I told her that was a joke, but that I had to wear it because my group wanted to be able to find me because I kept getting lost and refuse to wear the cowbell around my neck anymore. She told me that she didn't think I should have to wear a cowbell either. I then excused myself. It just goes to show you that not every porn star works in a genetics lab during the day.
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INTEGRITY OF GAME. Player recognizes the detriment to the League and professional football that would result from impairment of public confidence in the honest and orderly conduct of NFL games or the integrity and good character of NFL players. Player therefore acknowledges his awareness that if he accepts a bribe or agrees to throw or fix an NFL game; fails to promptly report a bribe offer or an attempt to throw or fix an NFL game; bets on an NFL game; knowingly associates with gamblers or gambling activity; uses or provides other players with stimulants or other drugs for the purpose of attempting to enhance on-field performance; or is guilty of any other form of conduct reasonably judged by the League Commissioner to be detrimental to the League or professional football, the Commissioner will have the right, but only after giving Player the opportunity for a hearing at which he may be represented by counsel of his choice, to fine Player in a reasonable amount; to suspend Player for a period certain or indefinitely; and/or to terminate this contract.
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Not WVU or sports related, but the director of Goodfellas, Casino and Taxi Driver finally got his due last night.
GOODFELLAS
Sure, mom, I settle down with a nice girl every night, then I'm free the next morning.
What's the fuckin' matter with you? What - what is the fuckin' matter with you? What are you, stupid or what? Tommy, Tommy, I'm kidding with you. What the fuck are you doin'? What are you, a fuckin' sick maniac?
How am I meant to know you're kidding? What you mean, you're kidding? You breaking my fuckin' balls?
I'm fuckin' kidding with you! You fuckin' shoot the guy?
He's dead.
Good shot. What do you want from me? Good shot. Fuckin' rat anyway. Kid's all rat. He'll grow up to be a rat.
You stupid bastard, I can't fuckin' believe you. Now, you're gonna dig the fuckin' thing now. You're gonna dig the hole. You're gonna do it. I got no fuckin' line. You're gonna do it.
Who the fuck cares? I'll dig the fuckin' hole. I don't give a fuck. What is it, the first hole I dug? Not the first time I dug a hole. I'll fuckin' dig a hole. Where are the shovels?
CASINO
I'm just curious. I saw you shuffling your checks with your right hand. Can you do that with both hands?
No.
Can't do it with both hands?
No, sir.
Can you do it with your left hand?
Well, I... I never tried.
So you're a righty?
Yeah.
[one of the guards repeatedly bangs the signaller's right hand with a hammer]
Now you're gonna have to learn with your left hand.
TAXI DRIVER
[Travis is trying his guns on the mirror] Huh? Huh?
[Draws]
Faster than you, fucking son of a... Saw you coming you fucking... shitheel.
[Reholsters]
I'm standing here; you make the move. You make the move. It's your move...
[Draws]
Don't try it you fuck.
[Reholsters]
You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK.
[Draws]
