Thank you Rod Gillmore. If this was at UW This would be totally justifiable if the coach was white or Cuban. But since this happened at Oregon this is absolutely disgusting and should be investigated
Thank you Rod Gillmore. If this was at UW This would be totally justifiable if the coach was white or Cuban. But since this happened at Oregon this is absolutely disgusting and should be investigated
People forget that Oregon has a shameful history of excluding black people. People forget that.
I was never yelled at but a teammate, junior, that had to start splitting reps at safety started skipping practice, and the next practice he finally showed up to, before it started our coach had every varsity player line up and do a goal line like drill, one at a time at him. Against me and the other DBS that's not terrible but there were no breaks for him, and he obviously started having to go against OL, DL Lb at the latter half of the line. Plus our RB was a bowling ball at 205.
His entire face was covered with blood at the end, and our coach said "we did this because we care and we want you in the team" He didn't start the rest of the season but the year after as a senior he did and was an all conference player.
“We gave you free but CTE but it was because we care about you!”
It was free. Sounds like a good deal to me.
Not sure you would have survived growing up 50 years ago.
Did you walk 8 miles uphill on the way to school too?
I was never yelled at but a teammate, junior, that had to start splitting reps at safety started skipping practice, and the next practice he finally showed up to, before it started our coach had every varsity player line up and do a goal line like drill, one at a time at him. Against me and the other DBS that's not terrible but there were no breaks for him, and he obviously started having to go against OL, DL Lb at the latter half of the line. Plus our RB was a bowling ball at 205.
His entire face was covered with blood at the end, and our coach said "we did this because we care and we want you in the team" He didn't start the rest of the season but the year after as a senior he did and was an all conference player.
Has that guy quit drinking, stopped beating his wife and sons, and pretended to find Jesus yet?
I was never yelled at but a teammate, junior, that had to start splitting reps at safety started skipping practice, and the next practice he finally showed up to, before it started our coach had every varsity player line up and do a goal line like drill, one at a time at him. Against me and the other DBS that's not terrible but there were no breaks for him, and he obviously started having to go against OL, DL Lb at the latter half of the line. Plus our RB was a bowling ball at 205.
His entire face was covered with blood at the end, and our coach said "we did this because we care and we want you in the team" He didn't start the rest of the season but the year after as a senior he did and was an all conference player.
“We gave you free but CTE but it was because we care about you!”
It was free. Sounds like a good deal to me.
Not sure you would have survived growing up 50 years ago.
Did you walk 8 miles uphill on the way to school too?
I was never yelled at but a teammate, junior, that had to start splitting reps at safety started skipping practice, and the next practice he finally showed up to, before it started our coach had every varsity player line up and do a goal line like drill, one at a time at him. Against me and the other DBS that's not terrible but there were no breaks for him, and he obviously started having to go against OL, DL Lb at the latter half of the line. Plus our RB was a bowling ball at 205.
His entire face was covered with blood at the end, and our coach said "we did this because we care and we want you in the team" He didn't start the rest of the season but the year after as a senior he did and was an all conference player.
“We gave you free but CTE but it was because we care about you!”
It was free. Sounds like a good deal to me.
Not sure you would have survived growing up 50 years ago.
Did you walk 8 miles uphill on the way to school too?
True story:
When I was in 4th grade, I lived way out in the boonies, at pretty much the highest point in elevation on the island. When there was no snow in town, sometimes there was six inches at my place, and when there was six inches in town, we had over a foot. Anyway, it made for a long day with the ~1 hour bus ride around the northwest end, ending pretty close to my bus stop. The road I lived on was about three miles long, with my stop being right about in the middle. The first quarter mile or so of the road (when taking the long way round like the bus did) was a really steep, long hill. In all of my days of going to school, I don't recall a single snow day. "Get to school, pussies" was how they rolled back then. Buses deployed chains and sand, and they went about their way. On one particular snowy day, the bus' tools for dealing with the snow just weren't up to the task, the driver making it maybe a couple of bus lengths up the hill before realizing it just wasn't gonna happen.
So what do you do in 1988 when you're a bus driver with a load full of first-through-fifth graders with a foot of snow on the ground and three or four miles left on your route?
You open the door and tell the kids to get out and walk home!
This was back when tiny canvas deck shoes and jeans rolled tight around the ankles were in style, and my friend and neighbor Scott was fucking stupid enough to put style ahead of self-preservation on this day. He started to get frostbite after about a half mile, so myself and two other fourth grad boys carried him on our shoulders like pallbearers to a girl's house about midway home. Her mom put Scott's feet in warm water to thaw them and started calling all of the parents, who either came to get us or met us at the bottom of the next hill.
As a parent of a fourth and fifth grader, things are WAY different now! I'm certain everyone from the superintendent on down would not only be fired but castrated for pulling something like that these days.
I was never yelled at but a teammate, junior, that had to start splitting reps at safety started skipping practice, and the next practice he finally showed up to, before it started our coach had every varsity player line up and do a goal line like drill, one at a time at him. Against me and the other DBS that's not terrible but there were no breaks for him, and he obviously started having to go against OL, DL Lb at the latter half of the line. Plus our RB was a bowling ball at 205.
His entire face was covered with blood at the end, and our coach said "we did this because we care and we want you in the team" He didn't start the rest of the season but the year after as a senior he did and was an all conference player.
“We gave you free but CTE but it was because we care about you!”
It was free. Sounds like a good deal to me.
Not sure you would have survived growing up 50 years ago.
Did you walk 8 miles uphill on the way to school too?
True story:
When I was in 4th grade, I lived way out in the boonies, at pretty much the highest point in elevation on the island. When there was no snow in town, sometimes there was six inches at my place, and when there was six inches in town, we had over a foot. Anyway, it made for a long day with the ~1 hour bus ride around the northwest end, ending pretty close to my bus stop. The road I lived on was about three miles long, with my stop being right about in the middle. The first quarter mile or so of the road (when taking the long way round like the bus did) was a really steep, long hill. In all of my days of going to school, I don't recall a single snow day. "Get to school, pussies" was how they rolled back then. Buses deployed chains and sand, and they went about their way. On one particular snowy day, the bus' tools for dealing with the snow just weren't up to the task, the driver making it maybe a couple of bus lengths up the hill before realizing it just wasn't gonna happen.
So what do you do in 1988 when you're a bus driver with a load full of first-through-fifth graders with a foot of snow on the ground and three or four miles left on your route?
You open the door and tell the kids to get out and walk home!
This was back when tiny canvas deck shoes and jeans rolled tight around the ankles were in style, and my friend and neighbor Scott was fucking stupid enough to put style ahead of self-preservation on this day. He started to get frostbite after about a half mile, so myself and two other fourth grad boys carried him on our shoulders like pallbearers to a girl's house about midway home. Her mom put Scott's feet in warm water to thaw them and started calling all of the parents, who either came to get us or met us at the bottom of the next hill.
As a parent of a fourth and fifth grader, things are WAY different now! I'm certain everyone from the superintendent on down would not only be fired but castrated for pulling something like that these days.
I was never yelled at but a teammate, junior, that had to start splitting reps at safety started skipping practice, and the next practice he finally showed up to, before it started our coach had every varsity player line up and do a goal line like drill, one at a time at him. Against me and the other DBS that's not terrible but there were no breaks for him, and he obviously started having to go against OL, DL Lb at the latter half of the line. Plus our RB was a bowling ball at 205.
His entire face was covered with blood at the end, and our coach said "we did this because we care and we want you in the team" He didn't start the rest of the season but the year after as a senior he did and was an all conference player.
“We gave you free but CTE but it was because we care about you!”
It was free. Sounds like a good deal to me.
Not sure you would have survived growing up 50 years ago.
Did you walk 8 miles uphill on the way to school too?
True story:
When I was in 4th grade, I lived way out in the boonies, at pretty much the highest point in elevation on the island. When there was no snow in town, sometimes there was six inches at my place, and when there was six inches in town, we had over a foot. Anyway, it made for a long day with the ~1 hour bus ride around the northwest end, ending pretty close to my bus stop. The road I lived on was about three miles long, with my stop being right about in the middle. The first quarter mile or so of the road (when taking the long way round like the bus did) was a really steep, long hill. In all of my days of going to school, I don't recall a single snow day. "Get to school, pussies" was how they rolled back then. Buses deployed chains and sand, and they went about their way. On one particular snowy day, the bus' tools for dealing with the snow just weren't up to the task, the driver making it maybe a couple of bus lengths up the hill before realizing it just wasn't gonna happen.
So what do you do in 1988 when you're a bus driver with a load full of first-through-fifth graders with a foot of snow on the ground and three or four miles left on your route?
You open the door and tell the kids to get out and walk home!
This was back when tiny canvas deck shoes and jeans rolled tight around the ankles were in style, and my friend and neighbor Scott was fucking stupid enough to put style ahead of self-preservation on this day. He started to get frostbite after about a half mile, so myself and two other fourth grad boys carried him on our shoulders like pallbearers to a girl's house about midway home. Her mom put Scott's feet in warm water to thaw them and started calling all of the parents, who either came to get us or met us at the bottom of the next hill.
As a parent of a fourth and fifth grader, things are WAY different now! I'm certain everyone from the superintendent on down would not only be fired but castrated for pulling something like that these days.
Edit: Obligatory /csb.
Didn't read. R u srus
Just as a butterfly flapping its wings in Walla Walla can cause a chain reaction that leads to peace in the middle east, reading this story could have turned Bitchfork's life around and made him less of a heartless sociopath who cheers for the Boovs.
I was never yelled at but a teammate, junior, that had to start splitting reps at safety started skipping practice, and the next practice he finally showed up to, before it started our coach had every varsity player line up and do a goal line like drill, one at a time at him. Against me and the other DBS that's not terrible but there were no breaks for him, and he obviously started having to go against OL, DL Lb at the latter half of the line. Plus our RB was a bowling ball at 205.
His entire face was covered with blood at the end, and our coach said "we did this because we care and we want you in the team" He didn't start the rest of the season but the year after as a senior he did and was an all conference player.
“We gave you free but CTE but it was because we care about you!”
It was free. Sounds like a good deal to me.
Not sure you would have survived growing up 50 years ago.
Did you walk 8 miles uphill on the way to school too?
We all did before you came around. You’ll be able to tell your grandkids the same thing. That’s how this works.
Thank you Rod Gillmore. If this was at UW This would be totally justifiable if the coach was white or Cuban. But since this happened at Oregon this is absolutely disgusting and should be investigated
People forget that Oregon has a shameful history of excluding black people. People forget that.
I have not forgotten. Besides the elder abuse, it's the tradition of racism that disgusts me the most about that program.
id also like to add/ask, with how long rod has been doing games on ESPN and with how much talent ESPN has been cutting as of late, have to think hes not even getting paid to do games.
Thank you Rod Gillmore. If this was at UW This would be totally justifiable if the coach was white or Cuban. But since this happened at Oregon this is absolutely disgusting and should be investigated
People forget that Oregon has a shameful history of excluding black people. People forget that.
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Thank you Rod Gillmore. If this was at UW This would be totally justifiable if the coach was white or Cuban. But since this happened at Oregon this is absolutely disgusting and should be investigated
When I was in 4th grade, I lived way out in the boonies, at pretty much the highest point in elevation on the island. When there was no snow in town, sometimes there was six inches at my place, and when there was six inches in town, we had over a foot. Anyway, it made for a long day with the ~1 hour bus ride around the northwest end, ending pretty close to my bus stop. The road I lived on was about three miles long, with my stop being right about in the middle. The first quarter mile or so of the road (when taking the long way round like the bus did) was a really steep, long hill. In all of my days of going to school, I don't recall a single snow day. "Get to school, pussies" was how they rolled back then. Buses deployed chains and sand, and they went about their way. On one particular snowy day, the bus' tools for dealing with the snow just weren't up to the task, the driver making it maybe a couple of bus lengths up the hill before realizing it just wasn't gonna happen.
So what do you do in 1988 when you're a bus driver with a load full of first-through-fifth graders with a foot of snow on the ground and three or four miles left on your route?
You open the door and tell the kids to get out and walk home!
This was back when tiny canvas deck shoes and jeans rolled tight around the ankles were in style, and my friend and neighbor Scott was fucking stupid enough to put style ahead of self-preservation on this day. He started to get frostbite after about a half mile, so myself and two other fourth grad boys carried him on our shoulders like pallbearers to a girl's house about midway home. Her mom put Scott's feet in warm water to thaw them and started calling all of the parents, who either came to get us or met us at the bottom of the next hill.
As a parent of a fourth and fifth grader, things are WAY different now! I'm certain everyone from the superintendent on down would not only be fired but castrated for pulling something like that these days.
Edit: Obligatory /csb.
Alas...
havent seen any, nuff said on that!
right?