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Hornius Emeritus

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  1. St. Arnold French Press: an imperial coffee porter that is 9.6% ABV and 100% pure awesome. My favorite coffee porter of all time.
  2. I have no been to Odd Duck twice. Not impressed.
  3. According to an article, one died but three lived.
  4. You got me. There's some guy who nobody ever heard of that says he was the greatest player of all time. ESPN has him ranked # 34. Baseball America has him ranked # 33. That sounds about right and certainly places him "among" the greatest players of all time.
  5. I think you're tilting at imagined windmills here. Is there one person on the planet who has ever argued that Rose is the greatest ballplayer of all time?
  6. You can't even DM someone anything with Mastodon in it. Having said that, and after having accounts for 10 days on both, Post.News is better in my opinion.
  7. Elon is saying it's because those journalists were doxxing him, disclosing his whereabouts etc...
  8. 30 million people in Texas including about 600 thousand high school seniors every year, many of whom are growing up and playing soccer, and out of all of those there's not a one who can punt a football worth a flip?
  9. I am not out but I'm covering my bases on Mastodon, post. News, and counter.social. so far I am really liking post.news. Smooth, easy interface. Here is what my feet looks like there. https://post.news/tracesoftexas
  10. The all-time greatest Mike Leach story, from Hornfans in 2004: So the wife and I are cruising around Pearl Harbor taking in the sights and sounds of such a solemn place. For those of you who have been there, you know that there's more to it than just the Arizona. There's a museum, and other assorted sights. Well, one thing was an old submarine named the Bowfin. For more info on the Bowfin, go to this relatively annoying website. In any case, the whole thing was cool, getting to walk through a submarine used in WWII. We're above decks, and I happen to catch a flash or red flying off a kid's head. I look over, and sure enough, his hat had just blown into the harbor. Bummer, I think. Well, his father just stares down into the water, and scratches the back of his head as the family stands wordlessly around him. Nice looking family, I think - Dad, Mom, two daughters and a son (if I remember correctly). Well, a light bulb goes off over Dad's head. He looks to the wife, and says, "I think I can reach it." Heh. There's no way in hell he's going to reach it. "No, seriously, uh...here. If...Okay. I think if I hang off...the...uh, railing...I can reach it. Just hold on to my foot" At this point, he looks as though he's going to actually climb over. Chuckling to myself, I elbow the wife. "Look at this. This dude who looks like Mike Leach is fixing to be swimming. Should be entertaining." Wife looks over, looks at me with a cocked eyebrow. "Uh, John, that IS Mike Leach," she says. No way, I think. I look over. Light bulb goes off over MY head. Sure enough, that is Mike Leach. Now this is going to be immensely more entertaining than I originally thought. "Honey...I don't think you're going to reach it," pretty wife says. "Dad, don't worry about it," well-behaved son says. Dad scratches the back of his neck, and stares down at the forlorn hat, bobbing in Pearl Harbor. Again, a light bulb goes off. "No," he says, turning with a purpose. "They have something," and walks down the deck, right past me and my googly-eyed, easily star-struck wife, right past the Filipino blue-checkered shirt wearing museum attendant and right into a yellow-taped off area with what appeared to be a big pile of service [censored]. He proceeds to move some buckets, and other assorted janitorial gear, and comes upon his goal. He starts pulling out this long ass pole. This pole is about twenty feet long, I swear to God, with a pool net on the end. He turns really quickly with this monstrosity and nearly bowls over a Japanese tourist who is gawking at him. His wife says something along the lines of "Oh, boy...Go, coach go," in a tone I can only translate as moderate, unsurprised bewilderment. She turns to the daughter, "Your Dad...he just doesn't care, does he?" Meanwhile, back at the Filipino blue-checkered shirt wearing museum attendant a look of abject horror has conquered her face. She watches as he walks back past her, holding this ridiculous pole over his head. Suddenly, it dawns on her that it is her job to stop this man. "Sir, sir...you can't do that. What are you doing? Stop, sir, please." Mike Leach does not hear her. He reaches the point where the hat overboard has occurred and dips that pole into the harbor, fishes out the hat. He stands there triumphantly for a moment, holding this pole over his head as tourists stare at him in wonderment, his daughter is beside herself with laughter, and the Filipino blue checkered shirt wearing museum attendant stares at him angrily. "Sir, you MUST put that down," Filipino blue checkered shirt wearing museum attendant snaps. He looks over at her as though he had not yet noticed her. "Oh...uh...Yeah, I know." Watching him extricate the hat from the net was as amusing as watching him deal with the angry Filipino blue checkered shirt wearing museum attendant. He gets the hat, shakes it out, and puts it right on his son's head. Sheepishly, his son reaches up and wipes a few drips from his forehead. "Thanks, Dad." Hilarious. In any case, I met him in the museum - real nice guy. I waited for him to gain some separation from his family, because I don't want to be annoying guy who interrupts family time. In any case, I turn around in the museum and he's right there, looking at some medals. Family is nowhere in sight, so I say "Coach, you mind if I get a picture?" He looks up at me, smiles, says, "Absolutely. You from Texas?" Austin, I say, I'm a Longhorn. "They got a lot of you down there. Somebody fills up all those seats in that stadium every time we're down there." We exchange a few more pleasantries, and I'm ready to let him get back to his family. Don't want to be annoying or anything. "Real nice meeting you, Coach," I say. "Yeah, we got you up in Lubbock this year, though. Should be a good game," he says. Well, we don't seem to play well in Lubbock, I reply. "It's always a good game when we play Texas," he says. Yeah, kind of a rivalry, I say. "Well, A&M seems to be more of our rival right now," he says. They don't seem to like you all very much right now I say. He chuckles. I tell him there's nothing we enjoy more than watching his Red Raiders beat the Aggies. He looks at me. I told him good luck, except against us, and he looked at me again and said "We'll need it." I think he wanted to laugh or talk more about college football. He really seemed flattered that he was recognized so far from home. Real nice guy, smelled no alcohol on his breath, etc, etc. Just seemed exactly like the Mike Leach you see on TV following a football game. Just kind of in his own little world. Anyway, that's it.
  11. Just checked Beard's wiki. His middle name is Michael and he is 49 years old.
  12. Chris Beard arrested? Good Lord I hope that's not true. Even misdemeanor assault is a bad look. 3rd degree felony/strangulation ... he'd have to lose his job over that.
  13. Mock the Riverwalk all you want, but the Esquire Tavern is on the Riverwalk and it's one of the best bars if not THE best bar in San Antonio. That's all I need.
  14. No, but you have to prove you're worthy by beating @closetojumping in a 40 yard dash.
  15. Join a church like St. James Episcopal in East Austin. Welcoming, tolerant congregation. It began Life as an African American Church long ago but is now about 40% black and 60% everybody else. There are two hymnals. What is typical, standard Episcopalian fare and the other is Lift every Voice, which is a gospel hmynal. Great church.
  16. I happen to know the girl in the white shirt is named "Sundae," which is why I call this photo "six ways to Sundae."
  17. Yup. Uga didn't put much fear into Bevo's heart and he's now half again as big and his horns are twice as long.
  18. These may be from that yahoo school in Bellingham. I met some "scholars" from there. They were more moronic than you can imagine. Razorback level.
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