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Two great guys. Ohe had to lose. Congrats to Hamiti.

I wrestled McCormick in high school. My coach moved me up two weights to wrestle him because Bloomsburg was a rival. I had to drink a gallon of water right before weigh-ins just to meet the minimum weight. It ended in a tie. My father taught at Bloomsburg University when McCormick's Dad was President there. Now, DM is a carpet bagger from CT.

I don't see him beating Kasak again.

Lovett and Taylor will be sponsoring a stall camp this summer.

What is Manning challenging? Even the announcers admit it is a timeout. What BS

Wrestling need more guys like Anthony Robles ... and fewer guys channeling the toxic wanna-be dimensions of MMA

Lovett loses last year in choosing top. Henson loses this year in refusing to choose top. The yang yins and the yin yangs. Bad decisions in retrospect for each ... or was it the coach's call?

Bird is the Word. He deserved the W

Go to hell, you piece of s*** The Orange Felon, Quisling, and Stain is the enemy -- of truth, law, decency, and democracy. If you can't see that he is the textbook definition of a pathological narcissist and authoritarian, you have absolutely zero schooling ... and should be schooled yourself. You are obviously willfully ignorant and proud to be that way.

F*** that Orange Stain for walking out after the match and trying to take away the focus on what Starocci has done. He's a malignant narcissist and sociopath of the very, very, very worst kind.

"I'm wearing organic underwear. I'm using organic bamboo toilet paper". I think he has reached a whole new level of surrealism. Ford Pinto: hippie narcissist. If only he would discover Buddhism and take steps to extinguish his steroid embalmed ego. Perhaps a pilgrimage to Bodh Gaya in India over the summer is in order ... he can come back with flowers in his hair.

I like Shane Sparks and appreciate his energy (sometimes), but he is just being a cheerleader and shill for the network. He picks a cause or a side or a musical band or the name of a wrestling movie (e.g., coffee grinder) and then throws his whole being behind it ... even when he is completely wrong.

Speculation: ESPN knows that a certain visitor is coming to the venue. He wants to show up, watch a few matches, feed off the fan frenzy and excitement (and likely imagine it is really for him) in the biggest, first match, and then leave early. Perhaps ESPN is even being pressured to accommodate this visitor, though they would never admit this out loud so they come up with a strange, twisted, and illogical rationalization for starting with 184.

JB is a reasonable guy, but that is a bad rationalization rather than a good reason. Start at 125 and either (a) go straight through to 285 or (b) preferably, just rearrange the last three matches since in the situation now chosen, you are already doing that by putting 184 first. 125 .... 197, 285, 184. Simply put 184 last rather than first. Then you build up the interest over the whole series of matches.

You mean the rumor earlier tonight that they were imploding isn't veridical?

Jimmy: why don't you just admit that you love to hate PSU even though you pretend to be a fan? There is always a veiled kind of celebration in your predictions and reactions about Penn State's losses "demise". If going 27-3 through 3 rounds is "implosion", what would be a total collapse .... 26-4? LL was about as close as you can get to a win in the quarters. Kasak somehow just blew it at the end, and BD was not expected to win agains the #1 guy. i think you need to find a team to actually root FOR rather than being such a, well, bipolar fan.

Given the subject header, I couldn't resist: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2019/aug/15/salmon-cannon-fish-dam

I think he had KOT beaten and then just ran out of fuel. I guess KOT gets a shard of credit, but I mostly attribute the less by Norman with his own self-Conquest

You may have just won the Vernal Equinox Sentence of the Day Award with this gem (below). If Steveson does get stuck under that ballast of gravity and gravy, it may also be a Death Sentence Award. Does Steveson finally put Schultz on the Monjourno his man boobs have long deserved? Or does he get stuck under those fat sweaty titties and have a rib broken in the process from that cankle of a neck laying on our greatest 125kg ever?

I appreciated the film. Here's an old review of it when it first appeared ... circa 1979: "Wise Blood," based on Flannery O'Connor's 1952 novel about an inside-out religious fanatic of the rural South, is one of John Huston's most original, most stunning movies. It is so eccentric, so funny, so surprising and so haunting that it is difficult to believe it is not the first film of some enfant terrible instead of the 33d feature by a man who is now in his 70's and whose career has had more highs and lows than a decade of weather maps.Mr. Huston's affection for misfits has never been more profoundly expressed than in this uproarious tale about Hazel Motes, a young Army veteran who returns home from the wars — one assumes Vietnam — obsessed with the idea of founding a Church of Christ without Christ. Hazel Motes is no Elmer Gantry and "Wise Blood" is no exposé of well-paying religious fakery, although it is about salvation.Hazel's success as a preacher is minimal, even in a region where the crazier the homemade religion, the more likely it is to be popular. Small crowds do listen to Hazel as he stands on the hood of his battered car, and some people are taken by his creed: "I'm a member and preacher to that church where the blind don't see and the lame don't walk and what's dead stays that way." But Hazel is too preoccupied with his own visions to organize his church and reap the financial rewards. He is ruled by fears and furies of the unloving Jesus of his childhood, when his grandfather was a hellfire-and-brimstone preacher."Wise Blood" will be shown at the New York Film Festival at 9 P.M. today and at 7 P.M. tomorrow. Its commercial opening has not been set.Mr. Huston's best films have always been about misfits of one sort or another, from the early ones, "The Maltese Falcon" and "The Treasure of Sierra Madre," through "The Asphalt Jungle" and "The African Queen" to his most recent production, "The Man Who Would Be King," in 1975.The New York Festival's program makes a mistake, I think, in saying that "Wise Blood" marks a return by the director to the "hardheaded" style of his "Fat City." As much as I admired "Fat City," it seems to me that "Wise Blood" is more evocative of "Beat the Devil," the slapdash comedy classic written by Truman Capote. The seriously lunatic characters in "Wise Blood" are much closer kin to the would-be thieves in "Beat the Devil" than they are to the losers in the gritty, realistic "Fat City."Like all fine fiction writers, Miss O'Connor created a self-contained world that was immediately recognizable although very bizarre. No matter how odd the characters and how grotesque the events, one believes in her world because, among other things, it is consistent within itself.This is one of the achievements of "Wise Blood," which is lyrically mad and absolutely compelling even when we don't fully comprehend it. Shot in the South, the film presents us with familiar landscapes in which, however, all the people appear to be just slightly removed from the reality we know. This applies equally to casual passersby and to someone like the county sheriff, who appears in one brief, hilarious scene, and to the principal characters.In addition to Hazel Motes, beautifully played by Brad Dourif (the stuttering kid in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"), these include Sabbath Lilly Hawks (Amy Wright), a libidinous teen-ager who looks as if she had grown up drinking Cokes and eating French fries and never coming near a green vegetable; Asa Hawks (Harry Dean Stanton), her evil-tempered father, a conventionally fraudulent side-walk preacher; Enoch Emery (Daniel Shor), a crazy country boy who finds a "new" Jesus at the local museum in the form of the tiny corpse of a shrunken South American Indian; Hoover Shoates (Ned Beatty), a fast-talking promoter who wants to manage Hazel's career as a prophet, and Hazel's landlady (Mary Nell Santacroce), the lonely, middle-age woman who falls in love with Hazel. They're all splendid. Mr. Huston himself appears in several lividly pink fantasy sequences as Hazel's grandfather.The screenplay by Benedict Fitzgerald is not neat by usual movie standards. Characters wander off never to be heard of again. The movie delights in the odd moment that doesn't obviously carry the story forward. Yet it's always alive. Mr. Fitzgerald also seems to have preserved a lot of Miss O'Connor's dialogue. Nowhere else might you hear someone say, "Her hair was so thin it looked like ham gravy trickling down her skull," or another character, Hazel, defend himself and his second-hand wreck of an automobile with the statement, "Nobody with a good car needs to be justified."Hazel's journey toward salvation is terrifying, tortured and bloody; yet the end effect of the film is exhilarating, as it always is when you see something so well and seemingly so effortlessly realized. Mr. Huston is in top form. The Cast WISE BLOOD, directed by John Huston; screenplay by Benedict Fitzgerald, from the novel by Flannery O'Connor; photography, Gerald Fisher; editor, Roberto Silvi; music, Alex North; produced by Michael and Kathy Fitzgerald. At the 17th New York Film Festival, Alice Tully Hall. Running time: 108 minutes. This film is not rated.Hazel Motes . . . . . Brad DourifHoover Shoates . . . . . Ned BeattyAsa Hawks . . . . . Harry Dean StantonEnoch Emery . . . . . Daniel ShorSabbath Lilly . . . . . Amy WrightLandlady . . . . . Mary Nell SantacroceGrandfather . . . . . John Huston

Friday, March 21 12:00 p.m. ET - Session 3: Quarterfinals, Wrestlebacks (ESPNU/ESPN+) 8:00 p.m. ET - Session 4: Semifinals, Wrestlebacks (ESPN2/ESPN+) Saturday, March 22 11:00 a.m. ET - Session 5: Consolation Finals (ESPNU/ESPN+) 7:00 p.m. ET - Session 6: Championship Finals (ESPN/ESPN+)

Will Iowa place? There is still the category of "Best in Show" ... which also took place in Philadelphia.

125lbs (1) Luke Lilledahl (Penn State) vs. (8) Sheldon Seymour (Lehigh) (12) Dean Peterson (Rutgers) vs. (4) Vincent Robinson (NC State) (3) Eddie Ventresca (Virginia Tech) vs. (6) Jett Strickenberger (West Virginia) (7) Troy Spratley (Oklahoma State) vs. (2) Matt Ramos (Purdue) 133lbs (1) Lucas Byrd (Illinois) vs. (8) Braeden Davis (Penn State) (4) Angelo Rini (Indiana) vs. (5) Zeth Romney (Cal Poly) (14) Zan Fugitt (Wisconsin) vs. (6) Connor McGonagle (Virginia Tech) (7) Nic Bouzakis (Ohio State) vs. (2) Drake Ayala (Iowa) 141lbs (1) Brock Hardy (Nebraska) vs. (9) Jacob Frost (Iowa State) (5) Cael Happel (Northern Iowa) vs. (4) Josh Koderhandt (Navy) (3) Jesse Mendez (Ohio State) vs. (6) Vance VomBaur (Minnesota) (2) Beau Bartlett (Penn State) vs. (10) CJ Composto (Pennsylvania) 149lbs (1) Caleb Henson (Virginia Tech) vs. (8) Jordan Williams (Little Rock) (12) Ethan Stiles (Oregon State) vs. (13) Dylan D`Emilio (Ohio State) (3) Shayne Van Ness (Penn State) vs. (6) Lachlan McNeil (North Carolina) (7) Kannon Webster (Illinois) vs. (2) Ridge Lovett (Nebraska) 157lbs (1) Tyler Kasak (Penn State) vs. (8) Joey Blaze (Purdue) (12) Caleb Fish (Oklahoma State) vs. (20) Trevor Chumbley (Northwestern) (3) Antrell Taylor (Nebraska) vs. (11) Matty Bianchi (Little Rock) (7) Vinny Zerban (Northern Colorado) vs. (2) Meyer Shapiro (Cornell) 165lbs (1) Mitchell Mesenbrink (Penn State) vs. (8) Cameron Amine (Oklahoma State) (5) Christopher Minto (Nebraska) vs. (4) Terrell Barraclough (Utah Valley) (3) Mike Caliendo (Iowa) vs. (6) Beau Mantanona (Michigan) (2) Peyton Hall (West Virginia) vs. (7) Hunter Garvin (Stanford) 174lbs (1) Keegan O'Toole (Missouri) vs. (8) Lennox Wolak (Virginia Tech) (5) Simon Ruiz (Cornell) vs. (13) Cade DeVos (South Dakota State) (3) Dean Hamiti (Oklahoma State) vs. (11) Patrick Kennedy (Iowa) (2) Levi Haines (Penn State) vs. (7) Danny Wask (Navy) 184lbs (1) Carter Starocci (Penn State) vs. (8) Jaxon Smith (Maryland) (4) Dustin Plott (Oklahoma State) vs. (12) Silas Allred (Nebraska) (3) Max McEnelly (Minnesota) vs. (6) Chris Foca (Cornell) (2) Parker Keckeisen (Northern Iowa) vs. (10) Edmond Ruth (Illinois) 197lbs (1) Jacob Cardenas (Michigan) vs. (8) Gabe Sollars (Indiana) (4) Michael Beard (Lehigh) vs. (5) Josh Barr (Penn State) (2) AJ Ferrari (CSU Bakersfield) vs. (7) Mac Stout (Pittsburgh) (3) Seth Shumate (Ohio State) vs. (6) Stephen Buchanan (Iowa) 285lbs (1) Gable Steveson (Minnesota) vs. (8) Cohlton Schultz (Arizona State) (4) Ben Kueter (Iowa) vs. (5) Owen Trephan (Lehigh) (2) Greg Kerkvliet (Penn State) vs. (7) Joshua Heindselman (Michigan) (6) Isaac Trumble (NC State) vs. (3) Wyatt Hendrickson (Oklahoma State)

Painful to watch ... almost like a kind of legal waterboarding with a very large audience

Mostly a recommendation for a film ... or perhaps an idea for a mockumentary / (sur)reality show starting Ferrari and his family ... maybe a reprise to the Jersey Shore show ... Okay, it's really just a late night a/musing