It was a strange semester to say the least way back in the 1998. One of my roommates was in the class with me and it didn’t take long for he and I to pick up on this teacher’s quirky mannerism.
Surely it was just a random day where he wasn’t using the word, or he just misspoke a few times, right? Nope. All semester long this guy would skip over the word as he taught us the higher knowledge.
That was over 20 years ago, so why am I sharing this with you now? Well, I guess it just seemed like a story that needed to be told. Because who does that? The use of ‘the’ dates back to almost 1100 years ago so needless to say it’s an important word in the English language. I mean, can you imagine trying to form serious sentences without this word?
I dare you to try going an hour without using the word. As best you can, edit the word out of your normal comments and conversations and see how weird it sounds.
Now imagine you’re trying to get a good grade so you can graduate from college! You see how hard it can be for an innocent little college student trying to navigate world around him and teacher starts doing stuff like this? My roommate and I should’ve gotten A’s for all shenanigans we had to deal with 🙂
A bomb dropped in Tallahassee today… coach, or should I say former coach Willie Taggert has been relieved of his duties at Florida State. If you didn’t already know that, you probably haven’t been on Facebook, or the internet in general, this afternoon.
As a graduate of Florida State, a lot of my Facebook feed revolves around the breaking news. I’d talked to some of my family just a few weeks ago and we agreed if he finished the season with 6 wins and 6 losses, he may be given another year. But if it were 5 wins and 7 losses, no sir, gone! Well, we were kinda right… but he’ll never get a chance to get to 7 losses. At least not at FSU.
I don’t know of any names floating around that fans would happy with. Many fans are fed up, and they’re not alone. Even ESPN host Kirk Herbstreit had a real hangry outburst about FSU and the crazy part is he’s probably right about everything.
It’ll be interesting what happens next as far as head coaching goes. A return of Bobby Bowden? Perhaps, Mark Richt? I may even become a fan again if either of those two great men were hired for the job. But it’s FSU, so they’ll somehow mess things up further for the football program, I’m sure.
For now, gone are the days of great football at Florida State.
If you haven’t seen it yet, Geico has a TV spot featuring Jerome Bettis, NFL Hall of Fame running back.
I typically love GEICO commercials for their odd and usually hilarious deliveries. However, I can’t get on board with the bus on this one. You’re going to think I’m taking this commercial entirely too seriously, and you’re right. What can I say, I take everything too seriously, like what happened on the softball field a few weeks ago and perhaps this is embarrassing, watching the Bachelor. But upon further review, I counted 5 illegal moves from the ball carrier plus his flag is clearly tied on, which is yet another penalty, that makes 6.
I can’t help but think the folks that created the commercial haven’t ever played flag football, or just didn’t study up on the rules of the game. To be quite honest, I’d absolutely love for Jerome Bettis to be on the team I was playing AGAINST. He’s big, probably not very fast, and if he kept committing these kinds of penalties, he’d be benched or ejected from the game.
GEICO says getting insurance help is “having Jerome Bettis on your flag football team easy” when in reality if he were committing all these penalties, having him on your team wouldn’t be easy at all.
How’s that for overanalyzing a TV commercial? Maybe I’m still bitter my college flag football team never beat P-Funk. Still waiting on that rematch!
Seminole football may be in the spotlight but for an embarrassing reason. Whenever the defense gets a turnover, one of the players involved “gets to” wear this Dora the Explorer inspired backpack. Tell me, Noles, do Chanel accessories conflict with your Nike deals?
When Florida State football won the national title in 2013, I was pumped that we were relevant again on the gridiron. After the decade in which we do not speak of (a la Chris Rix fiasco, a la Tim Tebow dominance), it was nice to think of FSU football and have hope. Then it all went to heck when, out of nowhere, the university decided to change the iconic logo. While that may seem like no big deal, it showed the school’s true colors. Not garnet and gold, but green. To this very day I feel duped, like a partner who was cheated on. It keeps becoming more and more clear that from top to bottom all that matters is money.
Well, more drama lies ahead as head coach Jimbo Fisher might be leaving, and this will be days after the university president said, “Jimbo’s here…as long as he wants to be.” Everyone knows that’s a joke, right? If Fisher stays and has another very mediocre season, he’ll be on the next Capital City Pedicab out of town, whether he wants to or not. Why does the university continue to act as if fans and the general public don’t know anything? Just come out and be honest with them. It’s called transparency and it seems to be lacking in Tallahassee.
Anyway, here’s my list of gripes against FSU after I woke up and realized they care about making money a lot more than upholding tradition, supporting fans, or even doing things the right way.
OK, OK, that last one’s on me. But I ask, what kind of tradition is being established at Florida State? Football should be about having fun, believing in and cheering for your hometown team. But the logo change, as harmless as it was, lifted the veil to expose FSU’s true intentions. Money. It’s all about money. Well, money and acting like Tallahassee is Stepford, Connecticut.
Maybe everyone else already knew that, but I was under the impression fans mattered, tradition mattered, not just seeking any way possible to capitalize on fans loyalty. Or selling out to the highest bidder (ahem, Nike). Not to mention they’ve also used the stadium for advertising… to make more money:
Obviously, I still get heated up about FSU. It was a bad breakup between us so it’ll take time for me to be indifferent towards them. But I know one thing is for sure, it’ll never be how it once was. I’m an FSU graduate. But there is no more ‘we’ and ‘us’. There’s ‘me’ and there’s ‘them’. And I’m actually really happy about that! I feel more free now and let’s be honest, I’ve avoided a lot of heartache too, with all the losses and whatnot. Now as soon as I can get them to stop calling me for donations, we’ll be all set. 🙂
Sometimes I wish I had Down Syndrome. I don’t say that lightly because I know folks with this diagnosis struggle with things just like anyone else. My oldest sister has Downs so for my entire life I’ve had a front row seat to her amazing attitude towards life.
Now, I know generalizing the characteristics of people with Downs will have exceptions but from what I’ve seen in my 38 years with my sister and experiences through Special Olympics and every day life, they are the sweetest people on earth! How’s that for a generalization? 🙂
I hope you can give a handshake or a hug to someone with Down Syndrome while you’re out and about, as October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month. Ask them questions. Chat with them. Enjoy their perspective and learn what you can from it. I’ve learned a lot from my sister, starting way down in Key West, Florida.
That’s where she was born. Then about 7 years later, that’s where I was born. Doesn’t sound like a big deal, right? Two siblings born in the same city? Well, it is a big deal because my dad was in the Coast Guard, so between my sister and I, we have 2 others siblings born in California and Virginia. The chances of she and I being born on the same little island was probably a million to one so that’s something we get to share that I am thankful for!
In my childhood, here’s a little what I remember (and a shout out to my parents for this, as well): she was in public schools, she had jobs, played sports, and was involved at church. She loved being part of whatever was happening, whether it was managing the high school track team in Stafford, VA where she and our other sister attended, or working in the cafeteria at Westminster Christian School when my brother and I were in high school.
Then when college came around, she worked in the equipment room at Florida State. Some would attribute the 1999 championship season to the cleanliness of the towels, just sayin’. *shoulder shrug*
Besides work stuff, though, she’s a great example of being a people person. I remember in college she had a “guy list.” Basically it was whoever was her favorite at the time. But being named Scott, Travis, or Troy helped a lot! Let me tell ya, though, guys were fighting to be #1! I think a few of the best ways to just make the list was simply to talk to her, give her a hug, and well, let’s be honest, you had to be cute. She’s a woman, after all! 😉 Mention anything good about the Gators though, and bam, you’re off the list!
All kidding aside, she’s always loved hugs. She’s so caring, so prayerful, very spirited and so genuine. Nowadays, she works a full-time job. She sings in the church choir. And just the other day she was the honorary water girl at my nephew’s middle school football game. She loves sports, that’s for sure. She’s also so good in front of a crowd, something I admire about her. She will get on a stage to play piano, sing, whatever and yes, she gets nervous about it sometimes, just like I would, but then she goes on stage and slays it!
She knows how to love well, often, and consistently; asking about your day, adding you to her prayer list, and hugging you whether you need it or not.
Her example of how to live right hasn’t changed. She talks to God every day. She reads her Bible. But she does have some fire in her bones, too! Just ask her about the Gators 🙂
She also loves animals, especially every pet that’s ever been in our family including my dogs, Piper and Asia. When I was in middle school our family had a ferret and I kid you not, that thing was evil. Nipper got her name because she gashed our ankles with her devil teeth. She was a wild ferret who wouldn’t be tamed. We couldn’t hold her without being bitten or clawed. Tough times! But they weren’t tough times for my sister. She could pick Nipper up, snuggle her, hold her, pet her and Nipper was as calm as a morning sunrise. It was sweet and slightly frustrating.
But it’s because my sister, at her very core, is sweet and caring.
There are lots of moments I wish I had the personality and disposition of my sister. She’s the best example of how to live with grace, humility, courage, and trust in God every day. If we all loved and cared the way she does, 99% of our problems would disappear. And I’m only leaving the 1% because there would still be Gators out there. 🙂
Have you ever been walking down the hall of your college dorm, and someone you barely saw out of the corner of your eye sucker punches you?
All this fighting between the alt-left antifa and the alt-right white supremacists got me to thinking about the scuffles I’ve been in over the years. All one of them. Not including the wrestling between my brother and I where I clearly won every time (don’t verify this with him, please!), I was in one real fight in a dorm hallway on the campus of Florida State University. But I wasn’t in college just yet. I was on school grounds for a week-long baseball camp along with my brother and my cousin. We were probably, I don’t know, between 10 and 13 years old at the time. The three of us were bunked up together in one of the dorms and this is where the altercation happened.
There were a bunch of macho dudes in the hallway of this particular dorm (in other words, other kids that were attending the camp that week), and somehow a fight broke out. Maybe one kid said their girlfriend was prettier than Kelly Kapowski and got raging mad when someone said she looked more like Screech, who knows, right?
My cousin jumped in to help defend one of the guys and hey, he’s not going to go in alone, so I joined to help my cousin because, ya know, family.
Soon after I got involved, I felt a strong blow to my facial area and found out later this punk kid who was standing off to the side decided to punch me even though he wasn’t even part of what was going on. What a punk!
The next moments are a blur but I remember there was someone on the ground, and I was kicking him. But when word came that one of the coaches was on his way to the brawl, my brother and cousin grabbed me as everyone scrambled back to their rooms.
No one got in trouble as far as I know, and no one really spoke of it the rest of the week. I guess when you get a bunch of knucklehead teenagers together playing sports, and all that blossoming testosterone, something like that is bound to happen? I’m just glad no one found out because getting in trouble there is one thing, but then having to explain to your parents why you were kicked out of baseball camp is a whole different ball game.
PS. I also caught pink eye and peed in a dorm room trash can. What a week! Did I even play baseball that week, I don’t remember.