jackwebster

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What about competition cheer?

Thanks for the clarification and apologies for the catty response.

"Conservative Christian vales" is a euphemism. It refers to a loose collection of specific opinions about "culture"(in a sense so broad that it is basically meaningless) and that have very little to do with theology.

Yeah, I might have misread that "myth" part. In any event, I would be open to recommendations, too. My body is broken.

Anecdotes are weak evidence, but personal experience is the only thing that matters here. Scourge said, "I've tried it several times and found it unpleasant." It's not a myth that he felt like this. Fwiw I too have never had a pleasant experience: never felt relaxed, never had the giggles, never got the munchies, etc. I'm not sure if I would call my experience paranoia, but I become anti-social and want to be left alone. What makes it worse is that I feel guilty for feeling this way when everyone else is socialiable. The only times I've had a different experience were when I decided to drink, too. Then, I feel violently ill on top of the extreme self-consciouness.

How big are Forrest's parents? Brothers?

Im so old.

It tastes like ________? Dread? Wind in dry grass? Or, rats feet over broken grass in our dry cellar?

For there to be a causal relationship between what they believe and the results, wouldn't Each individual have to know what he believes ... like clearly, Each individual have to know how this set tenets apply to winning wrestling matches, And "They" all have to believe the same thing and how it applies to winning? I mean if they just agree that there is a higher power and not on the specifics of theology, then the "Christian" distinction is meaningless.

Fair enough, but I think you would have a tough time synthesizing the tenets of their faith. There are so many wild discrepancies in belief that the label is ... Well it doesn't mean much of anything.

No joke: I texted the "see you next time" acrostic to my ex-wife for several months before the show-cause order was served.

That said, Josephus does mention Jesus. So, there's a roughly contemporary source from outside the Christian tradition.

Its pretty easy to get an amphetamine (adderall, vyvanse, dexedrine) or amphetamine-adjacent (ritalin, modafinil, concerta) rd for ADHD. What is NCAA policy on these? I'm sure there must be dr notes, forms to fill out, and other bureaucratic hoops. But if it's doable, how common is it? Is there any stigma?

2007, we hardly knew ye; 2008: "Hold my beer"; 2009 has entered the chat; 2010: "That was a special weekend for me but not for you, I guess." --- I cant decide which cliche to use

The man was assassinated. There will be no inquiries. Just gone.

After the season in 2022, there was a ~"Move on, Mr Smith" thread either or here or 34 and counting. I allowed myself to fantasize out loud about Taylor before completely dismissing the idea. But . . . it happened. So maybe maybe maybe Arujau will forget all the nastiness surrounding that last match; decide cows and endless fields of brown are better than whaterfalls, evergreens, and all that other stuff where Dake goes to meditate; and decamp for Stillwater.

Ok, I'll play. edit: I changed my mind.

What color was that dress?

The weight question is fun, so here's another for the commentariat: who was the best guy to ever beat you. Years and weights would be cool. Scores, too . . . and all poetic lincense will be forgiven. I'll start: edit (I first posted about about a little League match, but I'll offer one that I have a better memory of) In 1995 at 142, Mike Krafchik must have hit 7low singles on me. Every time I tried to close the gap, he just disappeared and dumped me right on my butt. Teched me. I think I rode him for 30 seconds though. Yay me! To add insult to injury, I think he's a doctor ... So not only could he whip my ass, I assume his house is bigger than mine.

Fr- 103 Soph 112 Jr 125 Sr 140 Fr 142 Soph 150 Jr 158 Retired . . . 185 Today at 49 - 170

The "Home Grown" shirts are all over the place at local high school events, and they're usually on teams who haven't reached the point where they could be competitive in the recruiting game. But once they do attract some transfers, they forget. The ready forgetfulness suggests the shirts were just expressions of impotent envy. I'll cop to these feelings and the forgetfulness. We didn't have shirts, but there were nasty forum avtivity and derisive conversations with the other have-nots. But, one year we got a transfer, and he placed at Escape the Rock. I hadn't recruited the kid; he came for family reasons. The next year I got a few of my club kids. I didn't actively recruit them, but I let them know the door was always open. So, I justified it with the "if you build it" cliche. Slippery slope and all ... My final year had 9 transfers in the starting line up. I forgot what all the fuss was about.

This is one of those internet mysteries that I will never search. I'm glad to know that such a thing exists and that it will always remain an uncharted space on the map of my brain. Legends will grow about its heroes, contests, and controversies. In time, the myth will become tradition, and tradition will become fact.

No doubt, and this is a point worth making every time they appeal to the God of love and compassion. Though to be fair, the folks you name are not as likely to mention JC as some others.

He's a seer. Long ago, he prophesied dark places, and it has come to pass.