Welp I figerd be-uns she lived in beautiful sunny California (that could fall into the ocean at any minute...and take us too) that they were one of her teams. She do live in California (thats still there and so are usens) don't she?He konfused you with @Wharf Rat. Surprising that he'd konfuse the two of you, especially since Wharf's a bit taller (among one or three other things).
I love you avatar Wharf.
I'll have to look into that thanks wharf.Hey Fiverr.... They'll be at the Gorge in George June 7-8
Doo-doo? What is there sumptin on me ole jogger mate. Oh how embarrassing. What am I to do.She do, she do (and that ain't no doo-doo!).
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What in God's name is a Laker? Awe I'm joshing you I know what a Liker is. A badmitten....er a basketball thing. Ya gat ger self 2 feetball teams that jist aint a doin too spiffy down thar. But in feetball it's flood or famine and theyuns in the draught season but next year could be t-other way round by cracky.Mr. Five. I do not have a team, welp, not sports anyway. I'd lose in a heartbeat if you wanted me to tell you which teams play football or baseball.
How bout dem Lakers?
I was only referring to the 2 with problems. The Rams have no problems.Well, not counting the football team with the best record in the league, of course.
It's great to remember them old icons that played when football still resembled the game. They have so many rules now that the refs can't make a correct call. Pretty soon they'll have robots (or I guess they're now called androids) playing with the players controlling them. Then instant replay will be analysed by computers for the correct call. I will be amazed if we don't start coming to the end of our season. We've far exceeded my expectations this year.Ahhhh, the ones north and south of her, yes indeed. The one on her back porch though (not that she'd know about it), they're doin' "kinda okay", ya. I've disliked them from the moment they first splashed yellow onto their uniforms. I liked the old Roman Gabriel, Lance Rentzel, & Deacon Jones Rams. Not the yellow ones though.
That was COLD, CMD. "Antarctica cold", in fact.
It's football. They know what they're getting into from Jump.
When I was about 12, I got sliced nicely with the blade of hockey skates. I do mean, "nicely" too. There was blood... (and THEN some).
I didn't give up playing the game until I was 17 years old. That decision had everything to do with a particularly attractive blond girl, with perky blue eyes (among other things), and absolutely nothing to do with the massive stitch-job I had received five years earlier.
I'd have been playing in the next game if my parents and coach would have let me.
Play the game, whatever the game may be. Make it "Flag" if they must, but do something so it's not 3.5 hours of play-stopping whistles. It's painful (for me), so I choose to just check scores instead. No whistles that way.
But he got insane wages and knew the risks to play. Just like police, military, etc. accept they don't get paid as much.
Exactly my point. We used to watch a football game with some stops for officiating and commercials. Now we watch commercials and officiating (damn near every play) with a little football.
