woundedknees

My Uncle George was on the Arizona... one of the first explosions knocked him overboard, and he survived. He was in the water for hours, using a floating spar he pushed around to assist in bringing injured to shore, then returning for others. His only major injury was the broken ankle he suffered when his oily boot slipped on the tailgate of the evac truck. It was his worst injury of the entire war, despite losing several other ships. Dad was a starting D lineman on the Beaver football team that year. Within hours of learning about the attack he, like millions of his compatriots, quit the team and enlisted in the army, eventually serving in Europe for the duration of the war. When I was a boy, in the 60's, I remember sitting with many of the veteran survivors of that conflict, watching the movie "White Christmas"... I saw more than twenty of the toughest men and women I have ever known were crying openly as their memories were triggered by the film. We may never fully understand what their sacrifices protected us from, but it's important to respect and honor that sacrifice.

Exactly... good bloodlines, though.

My uncle was knocked on the Arizona... one of the first explosions knocked him into the harbor. He spent most of the battle using a floating spar to pull other survivors to safety.

Sorry... I screwed up the links, so editing ensued.

According to 247:

Jon, if your gonna be playing for the Bruins, I'll need to install cable in my late Uncle George's coffin, 'cause he's gonna wanna see dat! It aint over til the fat cat's sing, and we haven't even heard them humming as yet.

Whatever happened to poor Ruth?

And don't throw the baby out with the bath water...

When I was a kid, there was an outdoor column every week (authored by a local fellow named Andy Maxon, IIRC?) that I and most of my friends tended to follow closely, in addition to anything sports related. It's sad that something which was such an integral part of American life has, in large part, gone the way of the Dodo and the passenger pigeon... Mostly due to human greed and lack of attention to the details that actually matter to most consumers.

Nice!

Prayers in abundance on the way.

"He is a direct source. What is the source for the take on the Huskie's board? Denis Dodd, Brent McMurphy, and the Twitterpated?"

With that kind of speed, Kenny Wheaton could have scored, well... TWICE!

If we're being honest with ourselfs,Y-ackademically speaking, the Fuskies are on a different level...

I remember a time when athletes at smaller colleges had to work for room and board. My brother attended Willamette University in Salem, and worked at the Oregon State Hospital (At that time, a residential mental health facility, and site of the state nurses training program), even living in an on site dormitory for WU athletes (I believe the name was Griffith Hall?). He did ground maintenance, punched patient meal tickets, some janitorial work, even showed movies in certain wards for the patients. I knew Oregon football players who worked as manual labor for companies like Wildish Sand and Gravel. My, how the worm has turned!

Should somebody rig an electric dawg fence charger to all the hydrants around Montlake? set the charge really low... Don't want PETA involved

He's a "Gopher by the Grace of Good Gosh". Nuff Sed, Fred!

The b1g is following blithely in lockstep with their idols, the EsecPN power shills. Does it seem odd that they "expanded" by first recruiting such current powerhouse programs as Rutgers, Maryland, and Nebraska before reaching out to the money market teams on the west coast? Right... In house patsies. The next great advance in the search for an easier road to the playoffs. By contrast, the PAC has a 9 game schedule that turns out like a bloodbath most years, effectively giving the powers that be a built in excuse to ignore them..

Good, vintage w(H)ine begins with the feet... Spend enough time grovelling beneath the tramp of your superiors lends a certain Air to the process. The fragrance of success begins with the sweat of hard work.

Might be distinctly more appealing than standing around like a deer in the headlights...

If-Y, were the King of the corner... Not prince, not Duke, just KING! If all this talent committing to Oregon's dB corps sticks, and develops to its apparent potential, the Duck No Fly Zone will be quite entertaining, to put it mildly.

26, more or less... 😉

Dennis Dixon didn't shine until he returned from his experiment with pro baseball, for his senior season... The big elephant in that room, was we at least saw flashes of potential.

LOL... congress acting??? Ha... ha, ha! HAHAHAHAHahahahah... aw, phooey!