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  1. On 5/11/2018 at 9:13 PM, 686 said:

    Friday night reloading recap; say hello to my lil friends:

     

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    That’s about 50,000 ft-lbs of potential energy. Kinda wild. Discretion being the better part of valor, I dialed back to an 86.5 grain load for this batch, which should give me about 2840 FPS MV. My rifle has liked that velocity with other ammo, so just need to get some time to shoot some groups.

     

    Don't want to go back through the thread.....so, what in the world are those beasties?

  2. On 6/8/2018 at 9:51 AM, Chrispy said:

    I haven’t read this thread in it’s entirety, but I’m sure this has been covered at some point. My wife has decided that it’s time she goes on a diet and would love my support. 

    So, last night after we get the kids down for bed, she decides she wants to eat a bowl of ice cream as we watch a show. I decided it was a perfect opportunity to mention that we ought to not buy ice cream anymore. She looked at me like I was a knife wielding maniac and said she couldn’t believe I “shamed her.” 

    I’m still trying to understand what she means when she says she wants support. 

     

    If you ever figure it out, please let the rest of us know.

  3. 22 hours ago, Armybrat said:

    That would be "Assholes formerly known as Shagsters".

    "Shagsters", "Surlies"  or some combination of the two....Shagurlies?  Shurlies?

  4. On 6/8/2018 at 12:32 PM, Brisketexan said:

    QFT.

    Once you understand that THIS is the typical mindset of a suicidal person, then you understand the threat/risk we're working against.

    That was probably the best description I have ever seen of it.

  5. On 6/8/2018 at 9:42 AM, Ghost of LL said:

    It does illustrate that everyone is facing his own crises.  And when you have a mental illness, those crises can overwhelm.

    It's weird--a lot of people say that they would commit suicide if they had a terminal painful physical illness, both to end the pain and to spare their loved ones from watching their decline.  And somehow that is viewed as a rational decision.  It may not be the decision that you would make for yourself, but most people view it as rational.

    But when it's a mental illness--whoa, that's "selfish" or "irrational."  But it sure doesn't seem that way to the sufferer.  To him, it appears to be a rational decision to end the pain and spare his loved ones from being further impacted.  To them, it's not selfish, it's selfless; it's not irrational; it's the only rational decision.

    That's what mental illness does to you.  It's tragic.  But it's an illness all the same.  He died of an illness just the same as if he'd have died of cancer.

    I started to make a comment on the bolded abover earlier but didn't so here goes.

    I may have posted this at that other place in the past but am not sure, but since a very young age I had always had the mindset that should I ever become physically disabled, paralyzed or something like that, that I would end it all.  Having been extremely active in all aspects of my life everyday would have just made it unbearable to have to adjust to a "lesser" lifestyle.  Lo and behold, I have a major accident at 38 years old that eventually causes the amputation of my leg 2 years later.  So at that point I had basically spent 2 years of my life flat on my freaking back not able to do anything.  The left leg was badly damaged as it was used as a tissue donor site to try to save the other leg.  Along with my latissimus dorsi muscle, and my left rectus abdominus muscle.  After it was all said and done, it dawned on me that I never, despite depression, and anger thought of following through on harming myself.   Sometimes some of us tap into reserves of strength we didn't even know we possessed.

    In reference to an earlier comment about seeing a gash on your arm and knowing you need stitches.  I had never thought about how many "soul" or emotional injuries can stay invisible and hidden to us, sometime for years.  They may only become evident right at the tipping point when it may be extremely hard to seek help or get things turned around.  Thank God I've never experienced that (yet), but one of my children has and even looking in from the outside it's terrifying.  Emotional pain and anguish can reach depths that are almost incomprehensible.  Since we had our scare with our daughter, I surely see the world through different eyes.

    *EDIT:  I remembered after talking with my wife this weekend that there one time I did consider suicide during the ordeal with my leg.  It was during debriding after the last surgery trying to save it.   If you have ever had serious debridement you'll understand that it is painful beyond description.  It was during debridement with no sedation and minimal pain meds that it hurt so bad I started grabbing at the technicians tray trying to find a pair of scissors so I could stab myself to death.  Yes, it hurt that bad.  After that, I was given "twilight sleep" prior to any further procedures like that.

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  6. 1 hour ago, Armybrat said:

    Search all over the world as he might, he could never find anything to top that beef rib at John Mueller's and the shots of Garrison Brothers Texas Bourbon from my bottle.

    RIP

    For real? from your bottle?  Dang I missed a story somewhere.

    Damned sure going to miss Bourdain.  Really enjoyed his shows and his quirks.   Never would have guessed he had so much troubling him that he would do something like commit suicide.  Hope he found the peace he was missing.

    RIP

  7. 23 hours ago, Sandman said:

    I work in state government and our "big boss" is appointed by the governor. This gig has some turnover and we get a new person every year or so. They don't even work in the same building, so no chance we'll ever shoot the shit. We just got a new guy and he came over to introduce himself and it's usually a case of "Hi, nice to meet you; I'll never see you again.".  No big deal.

    He came by today and was being led around. When he got to my area, I was standing there, talking to a co-worker. He gets introduced and I immediately go for the handshake. I'm a man in my mid 40s, that's just what we do.  I'm about 90% into handshake position, my arm outstretched, when I realize this guy doesn't have a right hand. It was too late to let him take the lead and offer up his left hand. I was stuck. He produced his nub (which I had to shake) and clasped his left hand around our 1.25 hands. It was so awkward. I felt bad, like maybe I embarrassed him but another male co-worker said he's probably used to it, as he's dealt with it his whole life. Still, not my finest moment.

     

    The next time you see him and greet him, just pat him on the head like a puppy.

  8. 2 hours ago, BurntOrangeAss said:

    Just looked it up on Wikipedia, but the University of Texas had a 7-3 record in '51 and it looks like we finished ranked #16.  The other UT - the University of Tennessee was national champs in 1951.

    Oh, RIP coach 

    I saw on wiki that Texas had an "unclaimed" title in 1950.  I wonder if that's what they were referring to.

    I haven't had a chance to look up records yet.

  9. 20 minutes ago, Armybrat said:

    That guy said Texas" hadn't done much since Young left"? WTF - did I hear that right? Then who was Colt McCoy?

    Otherwise he was pretty much spot on.

    I was thinking the same thing.  It must be a hell of a deal though, having as great a career as Colt did knowing he'd always be compared to Vince.

  10. 14 hours ago, closetojumping said:

    It’s the doldrums of the offseason, so I figured it would be interesting to visit an event that’s always intrigued me in various ways.

    I wasn’t even born yet, or close to being born yet, when the so-called “Game of the Century” was played in Fayetteville in 1969 between Texas and Arkansas. My dad played ball at Rice and was recruited by Texas as a DB until he tore a knee up during his senior year. He grew up a Texas fan and that’s how he raised his boys, even if we also got to see quite a few Rice games growing up as well. The first CFB game I ever watched with him, mostly because the neighborhood kids were all out of town, was the 1984 Cotton Bowl between Texas and Georgia. After the end of that gut-wrenching experience, my father stayed parked in front of a tv, still as a statue, for hours. That Texas/Georgia game may have scarred him but it woke me up to something that was dormant for the first 7 years of my life. If he could be that obsessed with this “college” team, whatever college was, well, then I could get hooked too.

    The first and most repeated story I heard from that New Year’s Day to this day about the fabled Longhorn program before my days was the “Game of the Century” – Fayettville, AR, December 6, 1969, Texas vs. Arkansas. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve revisited that story on my own, in part to understand reality vs family sports myth, and in part because it’s actually a pretty fascinating event within the sport I love religiously. There are documentaries I’ve watched and books I’ve read about it, and I’ve often asked people who were alive and cognizant at that time to share their thoughts. Outside of the way my dad explains it, my two other favorite versions of the game come from “Horns, Hogs, and Nixon Coming: Texas vs. Arkansas in Dixie’s Last Stand”, largely because it’s comprehensive and well told, and then separately, there’s an old documentary on the life of DKR that I can no longer remember the name of, but covered this game through the eyes of various people involved.

    Anyway, who gives a shit, 49 years later, right? Well, honestly, if you’re a fan of one of the two programs, or the sport itself, you shouldn’t be able to help yourself from being somewhat fascinated. Consider the following elements:

    • Beano Cook called the shot that this game could decide the nation title winner during the summer of 1969. He was a young executive for ABC and convinced Roone Arledge to take a shot at moving this game to the last game on the schedule, in December no less. With Arledge on board, they then worked to convince the two programs to move the game and they somehow pulled it off. Frank Broyles usually loved to see Arkansas scheduled to play Texas the week after the Texas/OU game every year, so he wasn’t exactly gung ho about the concept of moving the game. Having the game in Fayetteville, as well as promising him ABC coverage against Stanford to open the 1970 season, gave him enough comfort to let it happen. Royal was on the opposite end of the spectrum, and was all too happy to see the game moved.
    • This might have been the first conference championship game ever played in December. It wasn’t touted as such, but it turned out that way.
    • Texas turned the ball over 6 times in this game and still won.
    • Richard Nixon, a sports fan in a major way, invited himself to the game and ultimately declared Texas the national title winner in the locker room after the game.
    • Nixon’s decision to attend stirred up all kinds of trivia. First, Fayetteville doesn’t have an airport close enough to handle Air Force One, so they had to land at Fort Smith, some distance away, and then have Marine One brought in to deliver the president to the game on time. Second, Vietnam protesters attended his appearance en masse in an effort to heckle and shame him. Third, an urban legend arose that one of those protesters, in fact the one who climbed up in a tree with a sarcastic sign about the war, was none other than a young Bill Clinton. Apparently, that last part has been invalidated due to Clinton being in Oxford, England at the time. Finally, there was another future president in attendance of the game, however, as George HW Bush, a congressman from Texas at the time, attended as part of Nixon’s entourage.
    • A side effect of Nixon granting Texas the national title in the locker room was that another undefeated team, Penn State, felt they had a legitimate claim on the national title as well. Joe Paterno, a future piece of human shit who covered up child rape by one of his friends in order to maintain order within his regime at Penn State, whined endlessly about the slight for years. In fact, the Cotton Bowl actually invited Penn State down to settle the argument on the field against Texas on New Year’s Day, 1970. Paterno instead decided to take his team instead to the Orange Bowl, and whined from afar to the press at that game, and continued to do so right up until a grand jury opted to pursue Jerry Sandusky as a monster. I like to think that Joe Paterno has to watch the game of the century and Nixon handing Texas that trophy on repeat down in whatever level of hell he’s been thrown.

    Anyway, there’s a remaining odd lot of random shit that’s interesting about the surroundings of this game, but that isn’t the true purpose of this tome. What really brings me back to this game and a higher meaning for it in my life is the behavior of Darrell Royal leading up to this game and in the fourth quarter. Any time I think about strategy, forethought, cajones and courage under fire, this game is one of the random thoughts that pops in.

    Specifically, I find two things fascinating about DKR’s leadership in this experience.

    1. The man showed a mastery of game theory for his craft. Ahead of the game being played, and I believe on the flight up there, he talked to James Street about what they’d do if they were down by two touchdowns in the second half. Royal told Street that when UT scored the first time, they would then go for 2 points. Street asked him if he was sure, and Royal confirmed. Mathematically, this is actually the right maneuver, if rarely deployed. If they missed, they’d still have the chance to go for 2 later if they scored again, which maximizes their opportunity for either a win or a tie. A few years before, Ara Parseghian had played for a tie against Michigan State in a match-up of 1 vs. 2 and it paid off as Notre Dame eventually won the 1966 national title. DKR saw the world differently and hadn’t gotten as far as he had playing for ties, and he wouldn’t do so if given his own choice. As it turned out, Texas was down 14-0 in the 4th quarter when Street came unhinged on a keeper and scored from way out. They then called the play they’d discussed and converted the 2 point conversion. Awesome. Tom Osborne was later vilified, as it turns out on that same New Year’s Day in 1984 as the Texas/Georgia debacle, when he failed the game theory test and went for 2 points on the last score of the game against Miami, as opposed to going for 2 on the prior score. We discussed this in another offseason thread on Shaggy that I enjoyed at this link: http://www.shaggytexas.com/board/showthread.php/108875-The-1984-Orange-Bowl-Game-Theory-amp-Tom-Osborne-s-quot-Folly-quot
    2. Most importantly,  the call on 4th and 3 from UT’s own 43 with just under 5 minutes left in the game on the play “Right 53 Veer Pass” where, in effect, Street’s only target on the passing tree was a rarely used tight end on a deep route. The TE was Randy Peschel and he was double covered on the play, yet he still came down with the catch, 44 yards downfield and in the Arkansas red zone. Before the play, Street basically asked DKR if he knew what he was doing and Royal responded with biting certainty. It’s an insane play call and the probability of success had to be incredibly low. Arkansas wasn’t even fooled as they had guys draped over Peschel when he came down with the freaking ball. Over time, DKR has taken on mythical proportions within the sport and particularly within the program at Texas. The man could turn a phrase, he won 3 national titles, he was an innovator and a hard ass, he hated cheaters and Barry fucking Switzer, and he won. That considered, my true belief is that none of that other shit matters in proportion to his mythology if he doesn’t call that fucking play and his guys don’t execute flawlessly.

    My view is that I hope to have the stones in my own life to pull stunts like that, as it’s a great example to me of a life being fully lived, and bringing so many others along on the same damned ride. I’m thankful to root for a school with legends like that in its repertoire, too.

    Thoughts?

    Thanks for the memories CTJ, it made my morning.  I was 12 years old when that game was played and it's as if it were only yesterday.

  11. aggy at their normal.  Watched part of the sec indoor track championship yesterday. (aggy horrible of course)  aggy was coming on strong to the finish line in the 800 or 400 meter dash and just got beat out and then tripped and fell.  The announcer in all of his aggyness stated, he didn't lose, he just ran out of real estate".   Heard that a couple of times yesterday.

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  12. Had forgotten all about this thread, so allow me to contribute.

    Last Thursday evening about 7:30 my wife called me in hysterics that a "snake" had climbed into the dryer vent.  I told her to get a soaking wet towel and throw it in the dryer and turn it on wide open and be ready with a hoe.   About 4 minutes later she called back that it had worked and the snake was dead, and she was leaving it there for me to identify when I got home Friday.

    Fast forward to Friday morning about 10:00am.   She called again saying she had killed another one by the driveway when she was getting ready to leave for work.  Again she said she wasn't moving it, but thought it was the same type snake as the first one.   I get home about 2pm Friday and go out to check the snakes, both of which were cottonmouths.  About 45 minutes later I go out back and damn, there's another one on the back porch.   I killed that one also. 
    About an hour later I go back on the back porch and just as I start to sit down I notice something on the far edge of the chair cushion, it's the back end of a snake.  I step back and easy the chair away from the wall and see the thing wrapped around the back cross bar of the lawn chair.  Not wanting to destroy the chair, I start swinging at its head with a machete missing it two or three times.  Snake gets the hint and hauls ass down to the concrete with me swinging and missing trying not to break anything.   The damned thing heads straight between the wall and the mini fridge we have on the back porch and into the motor compartment.  After several minutes of poking underneath it with the machete and shaking the fridge it starts to come out, and I nailed it with the hoe.

    All four, cottonmouths, 5'-6' in less than 24 hours.  Haven't seen another one since thank God.

    Two weeks prior we had killed one on the back porch also.  The only good snake is a dead snake.

  13. 27 minutes ago, Leanderman said:

    "I'd forgotten how many Aggies are coal-minin', boot-lovin' horse-riders. Manly men who do manly things in a manly way to maintain their totally secure vision of themselves as manful males and not phonies. "

    Just like in the movie, Broke Back Mountain"?

    They left out "cuck"

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