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The Library => Haley Center Basement => Topic started by: Godfather on April 29, 2008, 12:21:23 AM
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We have our first column...thanks to Kevin nice job.
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Nice one Kaos!
And good call Brian getting those links on the front page.
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Many thanks. I am humbled.
There will be more, including upcoming takes on the draft, Keith McCants, Mindy McCready and Pacman.
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Excellent article! A great read. You guy make sure to pop in over there and take a minute to read a well-done article. I must be getting old because I remember those things.
I'd like to add one thing I miss.
I miss the days when rivals had respect for each other. There was banter and jokes all year, only to be replaced by insults and attacks. I remember the days when Bama and Auburn fans would gather anywhere they could and enjoy the fall weather eating some great food, poking fun at each other, but being respectful and having fun. Lots of them pulling for the other, except for ''that'' day, because they shared a common bond. They were some of the greatest and passionate fans that shared a place they call '' Alabama the Beautiful''. There were friendships created that lasted a lifetime. Gone are those days and I fear they'll never return. It makes me sad knowing my kids will never understand what it used to be like. Just another story told to them from an old guy.
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Great job, Kevin. I'm looking forward to the Mindy McCready article already.
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Very good article. It brought back some memories.
How many of you used the ole "ghost runner on first" because you or one of your buddies had to go bat again? Those were fun times.
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Very good article. It brought back some memories.
How many of you used the ole "ghost runner on first" because you or one of your buddies had to go bat again? Those were fun times.
That's how two kids fielded a full team.
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Nice job Kevin, I remember the ghost runner on 1st and my imaginary girlfriend that lived in Canada.
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Nice job Kevin, I remember the ghost runner on 1st and my imaginary girlfriend that lived in Canada.
She didn't live on the Canadian side of Niagra Falls, did she?
Damnit! I knew it. She told me she was mine and mine alone, but something told me this imaginary chick couldn't be faithful to just one guy.
BTW, great article, Kevin. 10 degrees of awesome. :thumbsup:
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I just read your article Kaos...great writing! Really bought back some old memories for me too.
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I miss the days when rivals had respect for each other. There was banter and jokes all year, only to be replaced by insults and attacks. I remember the days when Bama and Auburn fans would gather anywhere they could and enjoy the fall weather eating some great food, poking fun at each other, but being respectful and having fun. Lots of them pulling for the other, except for ''that'' day, because they shared a common bond. They were some of the greatest and passionate fans that shared a place they call '' Alabama the Beautiful''. There were friendships created that lasted a lifetime. Gone are those days and I fear they'll never return. It makes me sad knowing my kids will never understand what it used to be like. Just another story told to them from an old guy.
Huh. I see the opposite happening. The old days were bitter, mostly due to bama's treatment of Auburn as a second-class institution and its fans/alum as second-class citizens. Only recently, since bama no longer has carte blanch to cheat, has the rivalry gotten more civil.
I guess the team on top always sees the situation more magnanimously.
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Huh. I see the opposite happening. The old days were bitter, mostly due to bama's treatment of Auburn as a second-class institution and its fans/alum as second-class citizens. Only recently, since bama no longer has carte blanch to cheat, has the rivalry gotten more civil.
I guess the team on top always sees the situation more magnanimously.
Gonna have to go with the counselor on this one. it was no fun growing up and I never considered it civil. I would actually contend it is more civil now. I guess when the other side doesn't have anything to run their mouth about it makes it very tolerable for all others.
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Bama sux.
Being in my 40's I recall every one of those things. And yes, you do miss Quisp cereal. My brother found one of those Quisp alien dolls on teh ebays and got it for me. Cool as hell and brought back memories. Of course, Quisp had a companion cereal, Quake. (I liked Quisp better)
Kind of what Frankenberry was to Count Chocula.
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Kind of what Frankenberry was to Count Chocula.
His bitch.
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His bitch.
Hey Frank, go get me some 2% milk and slap that little shit Booberry while you're at it.
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Great Article.
I remember mowing yards in the neighborhood for like $5 or $10. Now all the kids want $40.00 and $50.
I miss the day when you could get your yard cut for $10
( I guess you can tell that I just mowed the grass)
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Maybe I'm just exposed to it more since the invent of the internet and instant info. Maybe because I'm hanging out on an Auburn board? :blink: I don't know.
Maybe it's like you said like times have changed and the shoe is on the other foot?
It's just my experience that the civility is worse, as far as good-natured banter back and forth. People seem to get a bit more pissed, quicker on both sides of the fence.
It's not to often you see either fan base gather and get along. I remember having common get togethers with both sides having fun without getting so offended so easily. I'm guilty of doing it as well. Just my experience though.
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I've got a kid playing baseball in a 7-8 year old league. You look around the league and see all these morbidly obese kids walking around and I just shake my head. WTF is wrong with parents allowing their kids.....?
Well, it actually all goes back to some of the things in Kevin's article. Again, being in my 40's, I grew up before any real technological shit came to be. Hell, we only had 3 channels. Atari Pong was da' bomb. Bottom line, when you got home from school, the LAST place you wanted to be was in the house. Nothing to do. You hit the neighborhood, hooked up with your friends and smoked a ton of weed....no wait, that was college.
We spent every possible minute playing football, basketball, whiffleball, whatever....until mom threatened us within an inch of our lives to get in the house. We threw water balloons at cars, made bikes and jumped over shit, rode our bikes all over town. Unless it was Bugs Bunny or Saturday morning cartoons, TV just wasn't on the agenda.
Thank goodness my kid has no chance of being fat but I've got to admit, he'd much prefer to veg out with a Playstation or sit on the computer rather than hit the ball field. And unfortunately, he's never played a pick up game of anything in the neighborhood...and probably won't.
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haha, Times have change my friend. Shoot, I'm only 25 years old and I remember when I was growing up we never really sat inside. We rode bikes around everywhere, played football, baseball, and soccer. Also, we participated in a lot of mishief. I feel your pain.
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i remember the day...when obtaining porn was cutting out a page from my father's playboy. my childhood friends and i would take our stash, fold it, place it in a zip-loc and hide it in our tree fort.
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I've got a kid playing baseball in a 7-8 year old league. You look around the league and see all these morbidly obese kids walking around and I just shake my head. WTF is wrong with parents allowing their kids.....?
Well, it actually all goes back to some of the things in Kevin's article. Again, being in my 40's, I grew up before any real technological shit came to be. Hell, we only had 3 channels. Atari Pong was da' bomb. Bottom line, when you got home from school, the LAST place you wanted to be was in the house. Nothing to do. You hit the neighborhood, hooked up with your friends and smoked a ton of weed....no wait, that was college.
We spent every possible minute playing football, basketball, whiffleball, whatever....until mom threatened us within an inch of our lives to get in the house. We threw water balloons at cars, made bikes and jumped over shit, rode our bikes all over town. Unless it was Bugs Bunny or Saturday morning cartoons, TV just wasn't on the agenda.
Thank goodness my kid has no chance of being fat but I've got to admit, he'd much prefer to veg out with a Playstation or sit on the computer rather than hit the ball field. And unfortunately, he's never played a pick up game of anything in the neighborhood...and probably won't.
What's wrong with being fat?
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What's wrong with being fat?
I just heard the whistle from "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly"............ :silence:
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Only when it gets to the point where someone goes to a restaurant, looks at the menu and tells the waiter, "I'll take it."
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Only when it gets to the point where someone goes to a restaurant, looks at the menu and tells the waiter, "I'll take it."
I haven't seen my shoes since the 10th grade, is that ok?
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I haven't seen my shoes since the 10th grade, is that ok?
And he wears a size 19 shoe...
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And he wears a size 19 shoe...
townhall is going to blow up my PM box :rofl:
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Damn, studly. Size 19??? I pay homage to your impressive length.
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i remember the day...when obtaining porn was cutting out a page from my father's playboy. my childhood friends and i would take our stash, fold it, place it in a zip-loc and hide it in our tree fort.
We just stole magazines from one of the neighborhood kid's older brothers, then hid them in the woods at the camping spot.
Good times.
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We just stole magazines from one of the neighborhood kid's older brothers, then hid them in the woods at the camping spot.
Good times.
I always got stories. Here's mine.
We moved to a new house when I was in seventh grade. There was a storage building outside and on top of a shelf behind a loose board I found a stash of sure-enough bang books. Club, Gent and that genre. Good stuff. I was amazed. I was also the king of the school for a while when I brought samples in the old lunchbox.
Terrified that my dad might discover the secret stash in the storage building (which in retrospect I know would never have happened) I decided to move them to a new locale for safe keeping. First I wrapped them in plastic and buried them. But that was ridiculous, I had to dig them up every time and the shovel was damaging the pages. So I decided to move them inside.
Hid them in the bathroom closet, behind the towels and inside the faux wall where the plumber could access the pipes. PERFECT!
As boys will do, I clipped out select images that I liked a great deal. Those I put in a ziplock bag and hid inside the toilet tank. One day the bag leaked a little. I took out the clipped images and spread them on the bathroom floor to dry. Mom knocked. Needed in for something. Roll of toilet paper. Something. In a panic, I snatched them up. No time to restore, they had to be destroyed. The toilet was right there. Garbage can, too. But did I think of either? NO! In my fevered state of fear, I took a pen and rammed each image down the drain of the tub.
Needless to say, the tub quit draining properly. It would fill to the brim when you showered. Mom called the plumber, who came while I was at school. The images weren't fished up because he just snaked the pipes I guess, but in his inspection he did discover -- and the bastard turned over -- my secret stash from the closet.
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Okay, my dirty magazine story from 8th grade. A friend of mine, who was the current king of the school like Kaos, had brought a fuck mag to school. It was passed around for a about a week. Then my name came up on the waiting list. I couldn't wait to get my grubby little perverted paws around it. We made the exchange before 5th period and I stuffed it in my notebook. I just couldn't wait to show my (Ex) buddy what I had. I flipped open my notebook to give him a glance and he tries to reach over and snatch it.
Yep, it falls on the floor, the teacher sees it and a short hour later, my parents are picking up their suspended 8th grader from school. Proud, proud moment.
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Okay, my dirty magazine story from 8th grade. A friend of mine, who was the current king of the school like Kaos, had brought a fuck mag to school. It was passed around for a about a week. Then my name came up on the waiting list. I couldn't wait to get my grubby little perverted paws around it. We made the exchange before 5th period and I stuffed it in my notebook. I just couldn't wait to show my (Ex) buddy what I had. I flipped open my notebook to give him a glance and he tries to reach over and snatch it.
Yep, it falls on the floor, the teacher sees it and a short hour later, my parents are picking up their suspended 8th grader from school. Proud, proud moment.
In 7th and 8th grade we had a porno movie circulation like no other. We would steal pornos from our parents or other parents and the woulg go around middle school. I remember how excited I was when I finally got the copy of "Sister Act", a fucking classic 70's porn with Peter North in it. Those were the days.
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In 7th and 8th grade we had a porno movie circulation like no other. We would steal pornos from our parents or other parents and the woulg go around middle school. I remember how excited I was when I finally got the copy of "Sister Act", a fucking classic 70's porn with Peter North in it. Those were the days.
Whoopi Goldberg loved the Peter.
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Whoopi Goldberg loved the Peter.
Traci Lords was also in the movie. I wonder if I still have it somewhere...
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Traci Lords was also in the movie. I wonder if I still have it somewhere...
She was hott back in the day. I think I still have a couple of 70's movies somewhere with her...I want to say The Devil in Miss Jones, and one other I can't remember. Gotta get back in the basement closet soon to remember.
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She was hott back in the day. I think I still have a couple of 70's movies somewhere with her...I want to say The Devil in Miss Jones, and one other I can't remember. Gotta get back in the basement closet soon to remember.
She was also 14 back in the day. I don't know you, man.
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She was also 14 back in the day. I don't know you, man.
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
Are you calling me on the cellular phone? I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller, prank caller!
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She was also 14 back in the day. I don't know you, man.
I was 8, so it's okay.
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Are you calling me on the cellular phone? I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller, prank caller!
That's a great movie. Hard for me to watch it though. It makes me want to drink and roll one up when I watch it for some damn reason. I'm gettin' a little old for that. :blink: