A quick sports survey...

"DaveMohnsen" wrote in message
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...Sooo . . . .why are you asking?

For the files, of course. It ALL goes in Mr. Privacy Guy's files.

Wolfgang
go ahead......ask him if he knows where your kids go to school.

"Wolfgang" wrote in message
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"DaveMohnsen" wrote in message
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...Sooo . . . .why are you asking?

For the files, of course. It ALL goes in Mr. Privacy Guy's files.

Wolfgang
go ahead......ask him if he knows where your kids go to school.


Ah . . .haahhh. . . . another ROFF conspiracy. I'm just glad I didn't tell
the truth. I sorta feel sorry for these other folks though when the
govn'munt starts askin' stuff.
Dave ( mumble, mumble, secret stuff . . .somewhere in the United States)
(uhh . . .by the way . . .where do my kids go to school? . . .not clear that
I had any . . .but I'm sure I'm somehow paying for the education )

"Wolfgang" wrote in message
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"DaveMohnsen" wrote in message
ink.net...

...Sooo . . . .why are you asking?

For the files, of course. It ALL goes in Mr. Privacy Guy's files.

Wolfgang
go ahead......ask him if he knows where your kids go to school.


Ah . . .haahhh. . . . another ROFF conspiracy. I'm just glad I didn't tell
the truth. I sorta feel sorry for these other folks though when the
govn'munt starts askin' stuff.
Dave ( mumble, mumble, secret stuff . . .somewhere in the United States)
(uhh . . .by the way . . .where do my kids go to school? . . .not clear that
I had any . . .but I'm sure I'm somehow paying for the education )

"DaveMohnsen" wrote in message
ink.net...

...Sooo . . . .why are you asking?

For the files, of course. It ALL goes in Mr. Privacy Guy's files.

Wolfgang
go ahead......ask him if he knows where your kids go to school.

wrote in message
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Just curious - how many on ROFF have played a high school or college
sport(s),
and if you did, which sport?


When I was in the tenth grade my biology teacher asked all the kids how much
they weighed. I said "90 pounds" and he said"Yeah. Soaking wet with a rock
in your pocket."

I was in debate and editor of the yearbook.

Bob
a/k/a "peanut"

On Thu, 21 Oct 2004 23:15:01 -0500, "Bob Patton"
rwpmailatcharterdotnet wrote:

wrote in message
.. .
Just curious - how many on ROFF have played a high school or college
sport(s),
and if you did, which sport?


When I was in the tenth grade my biology teacher asked all the kids how much
they weighed. I said "90 pounds" and he said"Yeah. Soaking wet with a rock
in your pocket."

I was in debate and editor of the yearbook.

Bob
a/k/a "peanut"


I was almost in the same situation. But we had a very charismatic head
football coach. They wrangled all of us 8th graders into the Gym and
he gave a big, effective recruitment speech. A bunch of us signed up.
Not being either very fast or athletic the Freshman coach (who was a
pig in human disguise) decided that my main position would be on the
line for use as (essentially) a human blocking dummy. They'd put these
big 200 lb farm boys opposite me (120 lbs) on the line during practice
and they would then proceed to mug me for the next hour and a half.
One guy even went over to the coach (who was a pig in human disguise)
and told him he felt sorry for me. The coach in turn yelled at him for
slacking off and sent him back out to keep pummeling me with renewed
vigor. The guy then proceeded to apologise to me before every play.
But I stuck it out for two years. I got to play in an actual game for
a total of 3 minutes in those two years. Maybe I would have stuck with
it if the charismatic varsity coach hadn't quit and the Junior High
coach (who was a pig in human disguise) hadn't taken his place.
Forensics was a much better experience.

g.c.

George Cleveland wrote:
Bob Patton rwpmailatcharterdotnet wrote:
snip
When I was in the tenth grade my biology teacher asked all the kids
how much they weighed. I said "90 pounds" and he said"Yeah. Soaking
wet with a rock in your pocket."

I was in debate and editor of the yearbook.

Bob
a/k/a "peanut"

I was almost in the same situation. But we had a very charismatic head
football coach. They wrangled all of us 8th graders into the Gym and
he gave a big, effective recruitment speech. A bunch of us signed up.
Not being either very fast or athletic the Freshman coach (who was a
pig in human disguise) decided that my main position would be on the
line for use as (essentially) a human blocking dummy. They'd put these
big 200 lb farm boys opposite me (120 lbs) on the line during practice
and they would then proceed to mug me for the next hour and a half.
One guy even went over to the coach (who was a pig in human disguise)
and told him he felt sorry for me. The coach in turn yelled at him for
slacking off and sent him back out to keep pummeling me with renewed
vigor. The guy then proceeded to apologise to me before every play.
But I stuck it out for two years. I got to play in an actual game for
a total of 3 minutes in those two years. Maybe I would have stuck with
it if the charismatic varsity coach hadn't quit and the Junior High
coach (who was a pig in human disguise) hadn't taken his place.
Forensics was a much better experience.

Before or after your death?
--
TL,
Tim
------------------------
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

On Fri, 22 Oct 2004 09:13:48 -0400, "Tim J."
wrote:

George Cleveland wrote:
Bob Patton rwpmailatcharterdotnet wrote:
snip
When I was in the tenth grade my biology teacher asked all the kids
how much they weighed. I said "90 pounds" and he said"Yeah. Soaking
wet with a rock in your pocket."

I was in debate and editor of the yearbook.

Bob
a/k/a "peanut"

I was almost in the same situation. But we had a very charismatic head
football coach. They wrangled all of us 8th graders into the Gym and
he gave a big, effective recruitment speech. A bunch of us signed up.
Not being either very fast or athletic the Freshman coach (who was a
pig in human disguise) decided that my main position would be on the
line for use as (essentially) a human blocking dummy. They'd put these
big 200 lb farm boys opposite me (120 lbs) on the line during practice
and they would then proceed to mug me for the next hour and a half.
One guy even went over to the coach (who was a pig in human disguise)
and told him he felt sorry for me. The coach in turn yelled at him for
slacking off and sent him back out to keep pummeling me with renewed
vigor. The guy then proceeded to apologise to me before every play.
But I stuck it out for two years. I got to play in an actual game for
a total of 3 minutes in those two years. Maybe I would have stuck with
it if the charismatic varsity coach hadn't quit and the Junior High
coach (who was a pig in human disguise) hadn't taken his place.
Forensics was a much better experience.

Before or after your death?

Both. I was a polymath. Or at at least a polyrithmetic

g.c.

"George Cleveland" wrote

Both. I was a polymath. Or at at least a polyrithmetic

g.c.
\
so, is that a band with two annie lennox's?

god, george, your original post was hilarious.

yfitons
wayno

On Fri, 22 Oct 2004 09:13:48 -0400, "Tim J."
wrote:

George Cleveland wrote:
Bob Patton rwpmailatcharterdotnet wrote:
snip
When I was in the tenth grade my biology teacher asked all the kids
how much they weighed. I said "90 pounds" and he said"Yeah. Soaking
wet with a rock in your pocket."

I was in debate and editor of the yearbook.

Bob
a/k/a "peanut"

I was almost in the same situation. But we had a very charismatic head
football coach. They wrangled all of us 8th graders into the Gym and
he gave a big, effective recruitment speech. A bunch of us signed up.
Not being either very fast or athletic the Freshman coach (who was a
pig in human disguise) decided that my main position would be on the
line for use as (essentially) a human blocking dummy. They'd put these
big 200 lb farm boys opposite me (120 lbs) on the line during practice
and they would then proceed to mug me for the next hour and a half.
One guy even went over to the coach (who was a pig in human disguise)
and told him he felt sorry for me. The coach in turn yelled at him for
slacking off and sent him back out to keep pummeling me with renewed
vigor. The guy then proceeded to apologise to me before every play.
But I stuck it out for two years. I got to play in an actual game for
a total of 3 minutes in those two years. Maybe I would have stuck with
it if the charismatic varsity coach hadn't quit and the Junior High
coach (who was a pig in human disguise) hadn't taken his place.
Forensics was a much better experience.

Before or after your death?

Both. I was a polymath. Or at at least a polyrithmetic

g.c.