They called him Bullet.
Bullet Bob
He'd already established himself as the World's Fastest Human at the 1964 Olympics in Tokyo. He was supposed to run in the 100 meter dash. Somehow, he'd gotten to the track with only one shoe. Somebody loaned him a shoe so that he could run his race, but it didn't fit. It didn't matter Not to Bob Hayes. He blazed down the track to a gold medal in world record time anyway. It kind of makes you wonder what he could have done.
Just a few days later, the world got a glimpse of what might have been. The event was the men's 4X100 meter relay. The French team had been talking trash. (When are they ever going to learn?) French anchor Jocelyn Delecour told American Paul Drayton that there was no way they would win. "All you have is Hayes," he said. It seemed he was right. The American team trailed the French by an estimated 8 yards (it was only 3 if you ask the French) when Bob Hayes got the baton. It was in that final leg that he showed the world why he would later be nicknamed Bullet. Passing the Frenchman as if he were standing still, Bob Hayes ran his 100 meter leg in an incredible 8.6 second time. Winning the race. Earning another gold medal. Setting another world record. Drayton would later find Delecour and tell him, "All we needed was Hayes."
Now, lots of men win Olympic gold medals. Lots of men win Superbowls.
But to this day, only one man has ever won both. That man was Bob Hayes. That's because he could do something very few track stars can do. Bob Hayes could play football. And he could play well. By the time he retired, he held just about every receiving record for the Dallas Cowboys franchise. Most of them are still standing. His 71 career touchdowns--not even Michael Irvin could top that. His 8 catches in a single game by a rookie--it was tied by Jason Witten in 2003, but not broken. His 13 touchdowns in a season--that one stood for 37 years until Terrell Owens caught 15 in 2007.
Bullet's primary weapon was his speed. He was fast. Really fast. How fast was he? So fast that one year at the Pro Bowl, everyone was passing the time running races. All the guys who thought they were fast were pitting themselves against the great Jim Brown. They all wanted a chance to beat the running back legend. But no one would race Bob Hayes. No one wanted to.
How fast was he? So fast that Cowboys running back Duane Thomas recalled in a TV interview, "We were running this play, and I took the hand off and was running up the field. Up ahead of me was Bob Hayes. He was running sideways, kinda directing traffic. And he was still running faster than me. SIDEWAYS."
Speed like that is amazing to behold, but it presented opponents with a problem. In those days, defenses almost exclusively played man to man coverage. Nobody could cover Bob Hayes. Even the great Mel Renfro, a Hall of Famer himself, said, "I was the best cover guy in the league. I could cover anybody--except Hayes."
Nobody could cover Hayes. Nobody. His presence on the field was enough to leave stadiums buzzing with excitement, and defensive coaching staffs scratching their heads in bewilderment. How were they to contain Hayes? Nobody knew. They would have to come up with a completely different style of defense to deal with a Bullet. Eventually, they did.
You know that double coverage Terrell Owens had so much trouble with last year? Thank Bob Hayes.
You know the bump and run coverage that jams receivers at the line of scrimmage? Thank Bob Hayes.
You know the three man zone coverage Pittsburgh used against Jason Witten which led to that last interception that was returned for the game clinching touchdown? Thank Bob Hayes.
Before Bob Hayes came along, none of these defensive schemes were in use. He made them necessary. In the words of the great Michael Irvin, lots of men have played in the Pro Bowl. Lots of men have won the Super Bowl. Only one man changed the way the game was played.
At long last, that one man is finally getting the recognition he so richly deserves. At long last, Bob Hayes will be inducted into the Pro Football Hall Of Fame. He is finally going to Canton. He is finally going
HOME.
* Information for this article was found in various sources around the internet, including DallasCowboys.com, Wikipedia, and NFL.com. Additional information was found in interviews on History Of The Dallas Cowboys, and NFL America's Game The Dallas Cowboys Collection, produced by NFL Films.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Friday, August 07, 2009
Katie
Katie is spending the night at the vet's office tonight. When we got up this morning, she was staggering and stumbling around like she was drunk. At first, I thought it was because she had just woken up, but when she didn't get any better, I took her on in. They are running some tests on her. The vet thinks she may have something wrong with her kidneys, which is also why she's been having so many accidents lately. I'd mentioned it when I took her in for shots a couple of months ago, and at that time, we thought it was just incontinence due to her age, but now, we are not so sure. They are also going to do a blood panel, to check her liver function, and other stuff. I talked to Dr. O on the phone, and he talks so fast that I only catch about half of what he says anyway.
So, that is where she is. What with her being nearly 14 years old, every time something happens to her, I think that this might be the time when ...but I don't want to think about that just yet.
In knitting news, I've been working on the shawl a bit, and have gotten a few more rows done. It doesn't sound like much, but it's gotten to the point where the rows are pretty long, so it takes a while to do each one. I've also been working on the sock. I'd gotten a repeat and a half done on the foot, then ripped back to the heel to correct a mistake. Now, I'm almost back to where I was before I ripped. I'll post photos soon. I'm just too lazy right now to take any.
And lastly:
Any man who can do both this and this, can easily win my
So, that is where she is. What with her being nearly 14 years old, every time something happens to her, I think that this might be the time when ...but I don't want to think about that just yet.
In knitting news, I've been working on the shawl a bit, and have gotten a few more rows done. It doesn't sound like much, but it's gotten to the point where the rows are pretty long, so it takes a while to do each one. I've also been working on the sock. I'd gotten a repeat and a half done on the foot, then ripped back to the heel to correct a mistake. Now, I'm almost back to where I was before I ripped. I'll post photos soon. I'm just too lazy right now to take any.
And lastly:
Any man who can do both this and this, can easily win my
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
No Post
My heart is still heavy over the loss of my friend Bubba. He was the primary topic of conversation today at work among those who were blessed enough to have known him. And it was a blessing knowing him. Yeah, he had his problems, but I don't think anyone who met him could walk away and not be changed forever. He was a good person. He had a good heart.
One of my co-workers who had been close to him asked me if I ever thought about Bubba. "Oh, all the time," I had to say. Maybe not every single day, but he was never far from my mind. I've spend most of today remembering conversations we'd had, or jokes we'd told one another, or the time I snuck up behind him and kept shutting his brazing torch off and how he'd cussed up a blue streak until he figured out it was me, or even the (rare) arguments we had gotten into.
I could talk to Bubba. I can't say that about just anybody. I could really talk to him, about deep and profound subjects. He was my go to guy when I wanted to know something about men. I could ask him, "Why do men...." whatever, and he would explain in a way that made sense. Most of what I know about men, I learned from Bubba.
I think Vanessa said it best when she said, "That made my little heart hurt."
So, it just doesn't seem quite right to be talking about turning sock heels, or shopping for school supplies, or even Cody's first fillings.
Not while my little heart still hurts.
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One of my co-workers who had been close to him asked me if I ever thought about Bubba. "Oh, all the time," I had to say. Maybe not every single day, but he was never far from my mind. I've spend most of today remembering conversations we'd had, or jokes we'd told one another, or the time I snuck up behind him and kept shutting his brazing torch off and how he'd cussed up a blue streak until he figured out it was me, or even the (rare) arguments we had gotten into.
I could talk to Bubba. I can't say that about just anybody. I could really talk to him, about deep and profound subjects. He was my go to guy when I wanted to know something about men. I could ask him, "Why do men...." whatever, and he would explain in a way that made sense. Most of what I know about men, I learned from Bubba.
I think Vanessa said it best when she said, "That made my little heart hurt."
So, it just doesn't seem quite right to be talking about turning sock heels, or shopping for school supplies, or even Cody's first fillings.
Not while my little heart still hurts.
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Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Bubba
Not long ago, I was talking with a co-worker about how many people that had worked with us at one point or another had passed away. We started naming them off, and there were a lot of them. Ricky, Rocky, Hank, William, Virgil--and the list goes on. There were a lot of them.
Today, I found out that we have another name to add to that list. Everybody called him Bubba. I've mentioned him before, a few times. He was the one who told me I wasn't giving men enough of a chance. He was the one who told me the story of his mother buying him the wrong brand of underwear. He was the one who said of me, "she doesn't say much, but when she does say something, it's something!" He was the one who came running up to me on that fateful day in September 2001 and told me that we were under attack.
Now, suddenly, unexpectedly, he is gone.
Or maybe not so unexpectedly. He'd had health problems. He had a heart attack. While they were looking for veins to do a bypass, they discovered he had severe circulation problems in his legs. His doctor told him he would end up wheelchair bound before it was all over. Just a few weeks after he'd returned to work, they found something wrong with his lungs, and he was forced to quit work. He physically just couldn't handle it any more.
I was in the grocery store after karate one night buying milk, and this man came running up to me with his arms outstretched. He'd shaved. He'd lost weight. He'd quit smoking and drinking. He looked great. I almost didn't recognize him. It was Bubba. That was the last time I ever saw him.
Then I heard he'd started smoking and drinking again. I heard he'd quit taking all of his medications. He'd just let him self go.
Now he's gone for good.
Goodbye, Bubba. I'll miss you.
Today, I found out that we have another name to add to that list. Everybody called him Bubba. I've mentioned him before, a few times. He was the one who told me I wasn't giving men enough of a chance. He was the one who told me the story of his mother buying him the wrong brand of underwear. He was the one who said of me, "she doesn't say much, but when she does say something, it's something!" He was the one who came running up to me on that fateful day in September 2001 and told me that we were under attack.
Now, suddenly, unexpectedly, he is gone.
Or maybe not so unexpectedly. He'd had health problems. He had a heart attack. While they were looking for veins to do a bypass, they discovered he had severe circulation problems in his legs. His doctor told him he would end up wheelchair bound before it was all over. Just a few weeks after he'd returned to work, they found something wrong with his lungs, and he was forced to quit work. He physically just couldn't handle it any more.
I was in the grocery store after karate one night buying milk, and this man came running up to me with his arms outstretched. He'd shaved. He'd lost weight. He'd quit smoking and drinking. He looked great. I almost didn't recognize him. It was Bubba. That was the last time I ever saw him.
Then I heard he'd started smoking and drinking again. I heard he'd quit taking all of his medications. He'd just let him self go.
Now he's gone for good.
Goodbye, Bubba. I'll miss you.
Monday, August 03, 2009
Music Monday
A little humor to lighten up your Monday.
It kind of makes me wonder about some of you...
It kind of makes me wonder about some of you...
My Other Nephew
You have all heard me talking about my nephews. I have 4 nephews. I've posted photos of them occasionally. You get to see Joshua every month. My sister doesn't send photos of her three sons as often as I'd like, so I don't post them as much. Yes, those are the most recent photos I have of them.
I have 4 nephews, Nate, Joshua, Andrew, and Paul.
What you may not know is, I really have 5 nephews. You see, my brother Russell and sister in law Yoke Wan had tried to start a family as soon as they got married, but they had trouble. Finally, I got the joyous phone call that they were expecting a baby. Joy turned to sorrow, when just a few weeks later, they had to call back and say they had lost it. Twice more, this scenario was repeated. Joy, then sorrow.
A fourth time, the joyous phone call. We all held our breath. When Yoke Wan reached her second month, then her third, we began to breathe again. But by the fifth month, we were holding our breath again. Yoke Wan had been showing symptoms of pre-eclampsia. Though the doctors were monitoring her carefully, even hospitalizing her for the remainder of her pregnancy, they finally decided that if the mother and baby were to have a chance to survive, they would have to do an emergency C-section. On May 15th, 2002, at 24 weeks gestation, Nathaniel Russell was born.
He was so tiny. He only weighed in at 1 lb 2 oz, and was shorter than a ruler. Eleven inches. He was born so early, his eyes weren't even open. And still, we held our breath.
Nathaniel was so tiny, and so early, that his chances were only about 50-50. But he lived through the night. Then another day. Then a week. We began to breathe again. His eyes opened. He lived another week. His digestive system finally began to function, and they were able to give him milk. He started to grow. He gained an ounce here, two ounces there. Each week, he gained a little weight. Each week, he grew stronger.
He had setbacks. He would need surgery to correct a retinal problem common in preemies. He was given the wrong IV, and his lung collapsed, but still he fought on. He grew some more. The doctors began weaning him off the life support machines. Finally, he was breathing totally on his own. His heart was beating strongly, and without help. The only tube he was still on was his feeding tube. When he gained up to 3 lbs, they were going to remove that, and let him take a bottle. As he began to get close, they gave him a pacifier to practice sucking. It took a while, but he eventually got the hang of it.
But then, tragedy. Nathaniel developed an infection in his bowel. He was rushed to another hospital across town, and emergency surgery was performed. They removed a section of his large intestine. He was put back on life support, but he was just too small. Too weak. His immune system was not strong enough to hold off the infection spreading throughout his tiny body. On August 3, 2002, the painful decision was made to let him go home. The machines were turned off.
And he was gone.
My sister in law had been sending me weekly e-mail updates and photos she'd taken of him. Not long after he left us, my computer crashed, and I lost every photo I had of him. It was almost like losing him all over again. Not long ago, I was looking for a cell phone charger and found this: The last photo I have of him in my possession.
It was one I'd printed out for Cody to put on his bulletin board. Somehow, it survived. It's faded. It's torn. It's splotchy. But it's all I have left of my nephew Nathaniel.
I have 4 nephews, Nate, Joshua, Andrew, and Paul.
What you may not know is, I really have 5 nephews. You see, my brother Russell and sister in law Yoke Wan had tried to start a family as soon as they got married, but they had trouble. Finally, I got the joyous phone call that they were expecting a baby. Joy turned to sorrow, when just a few weeks later, they had to call back and say they had lost it. Twice more, this scenario was repeated. Joy, then sorrow.
A fourth time, the joyous phone call. We all held our breath. When Yoke Wan reached her second month, then her third, we began to breathe again. But by the fifth month, we were holding our breath again. Yoke Wan had been showing symptoms of pre-eclampsia. Though the doctors were monitoring her carefully, even hospitalizing her for the remainder of her pregnancy, they finally decided that if the mother and baby were to have a chance to survive, they would have to do an emergency C-section. On May 15th, 2002, at 24 weeks gestation, Nathaniel Russell was born.
He was so tiny. He only weighed in at 1 lb 2 oz, and was shorter than a ruler. Eleven inches. He was born so early, his eyes weren't even open. And still, we held our breath.
Nathaniel was so tiny, and so early, that his chances were only about 50-50. But he lived through the night. Then another day. Then a week. We began to breathe again. His eyes opened. He lived another week. His digestive system finally began to function, and they were able to give him milk. He started to grow. He gained an ounce here, two ounces there. Each week, he gained a little weight. Each week, he grew stronger.
He had setbacks. He would need surgery to correct a retinal problem common in preemies. He was given the wrong IV, and his lung collapsed, but still he fought on. He grew some more. The doctors began weaning him off the life support machines. Finally, he was breathing totally on his own. His heart was beating strongly, and without help. The only tube he was still on was his feeding tube. When he gained up to 3 lbs, they were going to remove that, and let him take a bottle. As he began to get close, they gave him a pacifier to practice sucking. It took a while, but he eventually got the hang of it.
But then, tragedy. Nathaniel developed an infection in his bowel. He was rushed to another hospital across town, and emergency surgery was performed. They removed a section of his large intestine. He was put back on life support, but he was just too small. Too weak. His immune system was not strong enough to hold off the infection spreading throughout his tiny body. On August 3, 2002, the painful decision was made to let him go home. The machines were turned off.
And he was gone.
My sister in law had been sending me weekly e-mail updates and photos she'd taken of him. Not long after he left us, my computer crashed, and I lost every photo I had of him. It was almost like losing him all over again. Not long ago, I was looking for a cell phone charger and found this: The last photo I have of him in my possession.
It was one I'd printed out for Cody to put on his bulletin board. Somehow, it survived. It's faded. It's torn. It's splotchy. But it's all I have left of my nephew Nathaniel.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Quiet Sunday
It has been a quiet Sunday around here today. I made it to church this morning, and my regular pastor was preaching a revival at another church, so we had a guest preacher.
I came home and fixed pork chops for dinner, only to discover that Cody had gone to Burger King with our cousin. No problem for a 15 year old boy. He ate both.
The afternoon was spent watching TV and knitting. I cast on the second Zokni last night before I went to bed, and got the ribbing done. I got two pattern repeats finished this afternoon, along with a row and a half of the mystery shawl. We are back on 4 days at work, so I hope to get more knitting done tomorrow. My plans are to clean the carpet. Poor Katie has spells where she loses bladder control for a week or so at a time, so I've got some stains I need to get out. I asked the vet, and she said it's probably just because she's getting old. Old dogs become incontinent, just like old ladies do.
Now, let me tell you the dumb thing I did. When I went grocery shopping Friday afternoon, I decided I wanted some lime sherbet, just for a change of pace. And also, because I thought there wouldn't be any milk in it. I got home and as I was scooping it out to eat some, I read the label. Not only does it have milk in it, it's also got orange juice! I never would have thought LIME sherbet would have orange juice in it. Guess I should have read the label in the store. Well, I really wanted it, so I took a big dose of Benadryl and ate it anyway. As an added bonus, I slept good that night!
I think I'll get some more. With Benadryl, of course.
I came home and fixed pork chops for dinner, only to discover that Cody had gone to Burger King with our cousin. No problem for a 15 year old boy. He ate both.
The afternoon was spent watching TV and knitting. I cast on the second Zokni last night before I went to bed, and got the ribbing done. I got two pattern repeats finished this afternoon, along with a row and a half of the mystery shawl. We are back on 4 days at work, so I hope to get more knitting done tomorrow. My plans are to clean the carpet. Poor Katie has spells where she loses bladder control for a week or so at a time, so I've got some stains I need to get out. I asked the vet, and she said it's probably just because she's getting old. Old dogs become incontinent, just like old ladies do.
Now, let me tell you the dumb thing I did. When I went grocery shopping Friday afternoon, I decided I wanted some lime sherbet, just for a change of pace. And also, because I thought there wouldn't be any milk in it. I got home and as I was scooping it out to eat some, I read the label. Not only does it have milk in it, it's also got orange juice! I never would have thought LIME sherbet would have orange juice in it. Guess I should have read the label in the store. Well, I really wanted it, so I took a big dose of Benadryl and ate it anyway. As an added bonus, I slept good that night!
I think I'll get some more. With Benadryl, of course.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Show Me August
Yes, it's August already. It's hard to believe. Where has this year gone? We'll get to the calendar pictures in a minute, but first, let me show you what I got in the mail Thursday.
After being a life long fan, I finally joined the official Cowboys fan club! This nifty certificate came with it, along with a member ship card and some other stuff.
And, as a member, I get 15% off of all Cowboys Pro Shop purchases!
Now, on to my calendars.
First up, my nephew Joshua, on the left, and his little friend from church featured on my bedroom calendar.
My kitchen calendar features a brown bear and her cubs.
My living room calendar features a different kind of bear, Chicago Bear, formerly of LSU, Craig Steltz.
Finally, though I hated to turn the page, time marches on. My office calendar, with safety Ken Hamlin.
Quote of the Day: "Don't tell them not to hit me, because I'm going to hit them." --Marion Barber, to head coach Wade Phillips at training camp.
In knitting news, I finished the first Zokni sock.
It fits perfectly, too. The yarn is Knit Picks Essential in Pumpkin, knit on size 3.00 mm DPNs.
After being a life long fan, I finally joined the official Cowboys fan club! This nifty certificate came with it, along with a member ship card and some other stuff.
And, as a member, I get 15% off of all Cowboys Pro Shop purchases! Now, on to my calendars.
First up, my nephew Joshua, on the left, and his little friend from church featured on my bedroom calendar.
My kitchen calendar features a brown bear and her cubs.
My living room calendar features a different kind of bear, Chicago Bear, formerly of LSU, Craig Steltz.
Finally, though I hated to turn the page, time marches on. My office calendar, with safety Ken Hamlin.
Quote of the Day: "Don't tell them not to hit me, because I'm going to hit them." --Marion Barber, to head coach Wade Phillips at training camp.In knitting news, I finished the first Zokni sock.
It fits perfectly, too. The yarn is Knit Picks Essential in Pumpkin, knit on size 3.00 mm DPNs.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Oops
I got a surprise in the mail today. Ok, well, it really wasn't a surprise. I knew it was coming. But I took a bunch of pictures to show you, then like a dummy, I decided to defrag my computer. So, now I can't upload my photos until it's done. You're going to have to wait.
Sorry about that.
So that this post isn't a total waste, here is some lovely guitar music for you to enjoy:
Sorry about that.
So that this post isn't a total waste, here is some lovely guitar music for you to enjoy:
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Will They or Won't They?
Michael Vick has been conditionally reinstated by the NFL, and the question everyone seems to be asking is, "Will the Cowboys sign him?" Rumors have been circulating for weeks now that the Cowboys are interested in him, that they are going to go after Vick if and when he gets reinstated--this despite Jerry Jones repeatedly stating that they have no interest in signing him. At yesterday's press conference, Jones was asked again about signing Vick, and again he stated that no, they won't be pursuing him.
So, why aren't they interested in signing Michael Vick? Well, it could be that they already have four quarterbacks on the roster, at least one of whom will definitely not make the 53 man roster as it is. Why then would they add a fifth? If they did add Vick, they would have to cut someone else, and who are they going to cut? Certainly not their $67 million franchise quarterback, and not the 4th round draft pick to whom Jerry Jones refers to as the War Daddy. OK, maybe they could cut Jon Kitna, who by the way is already signed to a contract and cutting him would add even more to the nearly $25 million in dead money they already have against the salary cap. It wouldn't make sense to cut Kitna, but they could.
If they did cut Kitna and sign Vick, he's not going to start. They aren't going to sit their $67 million franchise quarterback to start Vick. Frankly, he is far too talented of a quarterback to be used as just a backup, especially when there are so many teams out there that desperately need a quarterback of his caliber.
Some people have suggested that they sign him just to run the wildcat offense--or the razorback as they are calling it in Dallas. Again, he is far too talented a quarterback to keep on the roster just to run an occasional trick play. And really, can they afford to take up a roster spot for someone just to run one or two plays per game--especially since they already have Isaiah Stanback and Patrick Crayton, both of whom played quarterback in college? It also begs the question, if you run the wildcat with your back up quarterback, would it really be the wildcat, or would it just be your back up quarterback taking snaps? Would they have both Vick and Romo on the field at the same time? If they kept him around just for the wildcat, wouldn't it be a dead givaway? As in, "Here comes Vick, it must be the wildcat."
So the Cowboys have no interest in Michael Vick, nor do they have the need or the space for him on their current roster. And you can't forget the media scrutiny his presence will bring--to whatever team signs him. Dallas has media scrutiny enough as it is.
Another thing people are asking is, should he have been allowed back into the NFL at all? Some say yes, others say no. Still others say he should have stayed in prison for the rest of his life. For fighting dogs? That's little harsh. Sure he did wrong. He made a mistake, but he's paid his debt to society. He deserves a second chance as much as anyone else.
The question that remains is, will someone give him that chance, and who will it be?
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So, why aren't they interested in signing Michael Vick? Well, it could be that they already have four quarterbacks on the roster, at least one of whom will definitely not make the 53 man roster as it is. Why then would they add a fifth? If they did add Vick, they would have to cut someone else, and who are they going to cut? Certainly not their $67 million franchise quarterback, and not the 4th round draft pick to whom Jerry Jones refers to as the War Daddy. OK, maybe they could cut Jon Kitna, who by the way is already signed to a contract and cutting him would add even more to the nearly $25 million in dead money they already have against the salary cap. It wouldn't make sense to cut Kitna, but they could.
If they did cut Kitna and sign Vick, he's not going to start. They aren't going to sit their $67 million franchise quarterback to start Vick. Frankly, he is far too talented of a quarterback to be used as just a backup, especially when there are so many teams out there that desperately need a quarterback of his caliber.
Some people have suggested that they sign him just to run the wildcat offense--or the razorback as they are calling it in Dallas. Again, he is far too talented a quarterback to keep on the roster just to run an occasional trick play. And really, can they afford to take up a roster spot for someone just to run one or two plays per game--especially since they already have Isaiah Stanback and Patrick Crayton, both of whom played quarterback in college? It also begs the question, if you run the wildcat with your back up quarterback, would it really be the wildcat, or would it just be your back up quarterback taking snaps? Would they have both Vick and Romo on the field at the same time? If they kept him around just for the wildcat, wouldn't it be a dead givaway? As in, "Here comes Vick, it must be the wildcat."
So the Cowboys have no interest in Michael Vick, nor do they have the need or the space for him on their current roster. And you can't forget the media scrutiny his presence will bring--to whatever team signs him. Dallas has media scrutiny enough as it is.
Another thing people are asking is, should he have been allowed back into the NFL at all? Some say yes, others say no. Still others say he should have stayed in prison for the rest of his life. For fighting dogs? That's little harsh. Sure he did wrong. He made a mistake, but he's paid his debt to society. He deserves a second chance as much as anyone else.
The question that remains is, will someone give him that chance, and who will it be?
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Conversations With Cody--The Preschool Years
Cody was just about to turn three, and we were headed into town one morning. Cody started screaming and squealing.
"Turn the sun off!" he screamed.
"Honey, I can't turn the sun off."
"But it's getting in my eyes."
"I'm sorry, I can't do anything about that. You'll just have to put your head down until we get to where we are going."
"I can't put my head down," Cody wailed.
"Why not?"
"Because it's stuck to my neck!"
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"Turn the sun off!" he screamed.
"Honey, I can't turn the sun off."
"But it's getting in my eyes."
"I'm sorry, I can't do anything about that. You'll just have to put your head down until we get to where we are going."
"I can't put my head down," Cody wailed.
"Why not?"
"Because it's stuck to my neck!"
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Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Stormy Sunday
I woke up this morning to doggie diarrhea on the carpet. To make matters worse, said doggie had stepped in said diarrhea and tracked it down the hall. To make matters even worse, the as yet unmentioned cat had tried to bury said doggie diarrhea, thus thoroughly grinding it into said carpet. Once I'd finished scrubbing carpet, it was too late to make it to church, and by that time we were in the midst of severe thunderstorms anyway. It was a nice day to stay home and knit.
I did a couple more pattern repeats on the sock. The leg is 7 inches long now, which is about how long I like them, so I'm ready to start the heel.
I took this picture to show you my progress on the scarf.
As I was taking the photo, I noticed that I was almost to the end of the first skein of yarn. I decided to set the sock aside and finish out that skein and attach the second one. So I did.
Now it's back to the sock...
After two weeks of being on Lactaid, I'm pretty sure I really do have lactose intolerance. So, I decided to try Digestive Advantage.
The advantage to this one is that I only have to take one pill a day, instead of taking a pill every time I eat something. Today is my second day, and the directions say to begin reintroducing dairy on day three, so I've spent the last two days completely dairy free. I did buy some soy milk to drink while I was getting this into my system, and it is awful. Ok, it's not so bad if you put a lot of chocolate milk mix into it, but I'll be glad to get back onto real milk.
Training camp starts Wednesday. Well, they are having an opening thing Tuesday night, but workouts start Wednesday. The Hall of Fame Game is in two weeks. Yay! And I finally finished my Bob Hayes post, but will publish it on the day he is inducted. Just in time. Told you I was a terrible procrastinator!
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I did a couple more pattern repeats on the sock. The leg is 7 inches long now, which is about how long I like them, so I'm ready to start the heel.
I took this picture to show you my progress on the scarf.
As I was taking the photo, I noticed that I was almost to the end of the first skein of yarn. I decided to set the sock aside and finish out that skein and attach the second one. So I did.
Now it's back to the sock...
After two weeks of being on Lactaid, I'm pretty sure I really do have lactose intolerance. So, I decided to try Digestive Advantage.
The advantage to this one is that I only have to take one pill a day, instead of taking a pill every time I eat something. Today is my second day, and the directions say to begin reintroducing dairy on day three, so I've spent the last two days completely dairy free. I did buy some soy milk to drink while I was getting this into my system, and it is awful. Ok, it's not so bad if you put a lot of chocolate milk mix into it, but I'll be glad to get back onto real milk.
Training camp starts Wednesday. Well, they are having an opening thing Tuesday night, but workouts start Wednesday. The Hall of Fame Game is in two weeks. Yay! And I finally finished my Bob Hayes post, but will publish it on the day he is inducted. Just in time. Told you I was a terrible procrastinator!
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
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