Ray Rice was a winner.. and then Ray Lewis took him under his wing... I'm sure the real Ray Rice is back and has that "A attitude" again.
It was steroids for the injury
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Ray Rice was a winner.. and then Ray Lewis took him under his wing... I'm sure the real Ray Rice is back and has that "A attitude" again.
Used to go to that Grants in the 50’s when I lived in Roselle.Had a Grant"s in Roselle
My son loves away games more than home games because we have this little ritual eating the same breakfast sandwiches and yoohoo before driving to wherever the game is.This is ultimately a “get off my lawn” observation I guess.
I think about the shear joy and exhilaration
I felt when I got new books to start the school year, a new little league uniform, new glove, new football helmet, for my older brothers to include me in anything.
When I speak to kids today about the joy of little and simple things, there’s very little reaction .
Was dad a teamster.. or maybe he dad? "fell off a truck" sounds like them.I remember hating when I had to start wearing cleats. I found them very uncomfortable. I also remember showing up to my first tee-ball practice with no glove because I guess my mom thought that would be provided, and all the other kids yelling out to each other, "He's got no mitt! The new kid has no mitt!"
A couple years later I got my own bat. I still couldn't get on base if my life depended on it, but one of my teammates hit a homer with it and I finally felt like I contributed on offense.
My dad sometimes let me borrow his massive softball glove from his youth when we were throwing a ball around in the yard. He told me it fell off a truck. For over a decade until I learned what that means, I had this image in my head of a pickup truck overfilled with baseball gloves haphazardly driving down my dad's street and one falling out of the bed after hitting a pothole or something. I played on a softball team a few years ago and used it there. The 40+ year old laces came apart while attempting to catch a routine pop fly.
The first pieces of equipment I remember being really excited about were around the year 2000: the Easton Synergy hockey stick, and the Mission Proto VSi roller hockey boots with the Vibe chassis. The Synergy was the first one-piece composite stick to hit the market and it seemed like everyone in the NHL was using it. It was also the most expensive stick at the time, at $150, which would seem like a bargain these days sadly. As an immature and ignorant teenager, I wanted it so badly I didn't even bother doing any research on what flex or blade curve would be right for me. When I ordered it, all that the online shop had available was one of the stiffest flexes and a curve that was an absolute banana. I couldn't get used to it at all. Ended up cutting the blade off and putting a different one on, negating the appeal of the stick being a one-piece composite. I think I just gave it to a friend at some point, and now 20 years later I use it as my backup stick just for the purpose of maybe finally getting some use out of it.
The Mission skates were about $500-600, and were the first to use the Vibe shocks on the chassis, which were supposed to give you a better turning radius, but really all they did was add weight and ensure that you wiped out if you took a turn too sharp because the Vibe component would hit the floor. Before my last year of semi-pro 5 years ago, I found a pair of the same boots unused and with upgraded chassis on ebay for $100. I probably had by far the oldest skates in the league.
If I may make a suggestion... try prepping the kids to think of the concept of joy before mentioning what brought you joy. If you ask them what brings them joy.. and get no responses.. that would be sad.. it is hard to get them to open up, of course.. maybe you'll need a modern example.. like the day the new Madden game comes out.. when they got some desired status symbol.. new air jordans.. whatever.. last day of school.. first day of practice.. then you can get into your joyful memories and they might get the message how things are different.. yet the same.This is ultimately a “get off my lawn” observation I guess.
I think about the shear joy and exhilaration
I felt when I got new books to start the school year, a new little league uniform, new glove, new football helmet, for my older brothers to include me in anything.
When I speak to kids today about the joy of little and simple things, there’s very little reaction .
No, neither my dad nor his dad were in a union. What a bizarre inference.Was dad a teamster.. or maybe he dad? "fell off a truck" sounds like them.
What would you know about a teamster!Was dad a teamster.. or maybe he dad? "fell off a truck" sounds like them.
I dont remember my first pair of cleets, but i do remember my first pair with replaceable cleets. They were white Puma's those were the s*** back in 1982.Be them football or baseball.
I remember distinctly walking around my driveway and hearing that unmistakable sound.
What a moment for a little kid!
Looks like someone is making assumptions... be careful going out on that branch.. lets just say I know enough to say what I saidWhat would you know about a teamster!
It is pretty odd that your reaction to what was probably simply a kid wanting a new glove and stealing it because he didn't have the money is that he or his dad must be a Teamster. I can't imagine there are many people that would immediately jump to that conclusion. Sounds like you just have an axe to grind.Looks like someone is making assumptions... be careful going out on that branch.. lets just say I know enough to say what I said
It is pretty odd that your reaction to what was probably simply a kid wanting a new glove and stealing it because he didn't have the money is that he or his dad must be a Teamster. I can't imagine there are many people that would immediately jump to that conclusion. Sounds like you just have an axe to grind.