Wednesday, March 29, 2017
He Can Coach My Kids Anytime
I used to think of Kansas State coach Frank Martin like this:
Now I think of South Carolina coach Frank Martin like this:
It all changed for me when Martin was asked, essentially, what's wrong kids these days?
Martin responded: “You know what makes me sick to my stomach? When I hear grown people say that kids have changed. Kids haven’t changed. Kids don’t know anything about anything. We’ve changed as adults. We demand less of kids. We make their lives easier instead of preparing them for what life is truly about. We’re the ones that have changed. To blame kids is a cop out.”
Demanding, understanding, with an occasional yell. That's my kind of coach.
When kids come into this world, they don't know whether they should be spoiled or hard-working. We make them that way by the challenges we allow, and don't allow them to face.
Frank Martin has the right idea. He can coach my kids anytime.
The Search is Over
After years of looking for the best gore and scouring pictures of bull fights and the Running of the Bulls for pictures of people with bullhorns lodged in uncomfortable places.
We don't need to bother anymore. Here is the best (worst?) we should ever hope to see:
Matador Antonio Romero got an 11-inch bull horn right up the ass.
He needed full rectal reconstruction.
I guess he never saw "The Breakfast Club."
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