Comments on: Adventures in Rec League Coaching http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2005/01/25/adventures-in-rec-league-coaching/ The takeover. The break's over. Sat, 22 Nov 2008 09:53:59 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3 By: ladyB http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2005/01/25/adventures-in-rec-league-coaching/#comment-336 ladyB Sat, 29 Jan 2005 23:10:33 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=61#comment-336 i'm all about that, man. i do my best running when i'm lifted... and kids these days, thinking they invented the wheel! don't they know, we were running things when they were knee high to a june bug. anyway, this story was rather entertaining :-) glad to see the youth of the nation rebelling! but please stress the importance of NOT GETTING CAUGHT! peace i’m all about that, man. i do my best running when i’m lifted… and kids these days, thinking they invented the wheel! don’t they know, we were running things when they were knee high to a june bug. anyway, this story was rather entertaining :-) glad to see the youth of the nation rebelling! but please stress the importance of NOT GETTING CAUGHT!

peace

]]> By: Rodprime http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2005/01/25/adventures-in-rec-league-coaching/#comment-335 Rodprime Fri, 28 Jan 2005 23:37:20 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=61#comment-335 BO This tale of cannabis madness is entertaining. It is cold in Ann Arbor. This will keep me in the proper spirits while I write this dissertation. Fo' sho'. BO

This tale of cannabis madness is entertaining. It is cold in Ann Arbor. This will keep me in the proper spirits while I write this dissertation. Fo’ sho’.

]]> By: Kirk http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2005/01/25/adventures-in-rec-league-coaching/#comment-334 Kirk Thu, 27 Jan 2005 08:04:56 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=61#comment-334 I am Tiger Woods.... I am Tiger Woods….

]]> By: Solomeen http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2005/01/25/adventures-in-rec-league-coaching/#comment-333 Solomeen Thu, 27 Jan 2005 04:01:31 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=61#comment-333 So, you got a bunch of smoked-out white kids playing ball with reckless abandon. Priceless. I don't really have a problem with weed or the people who smoke it. I've never smoked (or, in the tradition of our only black president, inhaled), but I don't knock anyone who does. I generally find weed smokers to be docile cats who just want something to eat -- and another joint. Being in North Carolina, just be glad they didn't assume YOU sold them the weed, because you KNOW somebody would make that assumption, Bo. Loaded white boys playing good ball -- it brings a tear to my eye. Maybe I should take a toke and go play 18! So, you got a bunch of smoked-out white kids playing ball with reckless abandon. Priceless. I don’t really have a problem with weed or the people who smoke it. I’ve never smoked (or, in the tradition of our only black president, inhaled), but I don’t knock anyone who does. I generally find weed smokers to be docile cats who just want something to eat — and another joint.

Being in North Carolina, just be glad they didn’t assume YOU sold them the weed, because you KNOW somebody would make that assumption, Bo.

Loaded white boys playing good ball — it brings a tear to my eye. Maybe I should take a toke and go play 18!

]]> By: Ben http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2005/01/25/adventures-in-rec-league-coaching/#comment-332 Ben Tue, 25 Jan 2005 19:31:47 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=61#comment-332 Those kids deserve a trophy, man. I want to know how the hell they did it. Running up and down a big-ass floor and throwing a poop-colored ball through a hoop that's really fucking high off the ground over and over again while high is amazing. I'd be laughing my ass off because I would see the game exactly that way. Then I'd want to actually go to the Waffle House and get some hash browns scattered, smothered, covered, diced, chunked and topped. With ice cream. And a Mr. Pibb. The future is bright, folks. Those kids are talented. I can't even play ESPN Basketball high. Those kids deserve a trophy, man. I want to know how the hell they did it. Running up and down a big-ass floor and throwing a poop-colored ball through a hoop that’s really fucking high off the ground over and over again while high is amazing. I’d be laughing my ass off because I would see the game exactly that way. Then I’d want to actually go to the Waffle House and get some hash browns scattered, smothered, covered, diced, chunked and topped. With ice cream. And a Mr. Pibb.

The future is bright, folks. Those kids are talented. I can’t even play ESPN Basketball high.

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