Well, that is right, but the analogy was supposed to be:
Charlie Powell is to Obi Wan Kenobi as Nathan Taylor is to Darth Vader.
Andy Noel is the Emperor.
"You were supposed to bring balance to the Heps not leave it in darkness!"
Well, that is right, but the analogy was supposed to be:
Charlie Powell is to Obi Wan Kenobi as Nathan Taylor is to Darth Vader.
Andy Noel is the Emperor.
"You were supposed to bring balance to the Heps not leave it in darkness!"
If Taylor is Vader and Charlie Powell is Obi-Wan does that mean Kijala is young Skywalker (Luke)? Is the deathstar about to explode or is this Empire Strikes Back?
I think Vin Lanana would have to be Yoda.
"Failed I have, retire to the Pac-10 I must"
P.S. Jump out the way let Casper drive.... Ghost Ride da Whip!
I'm enjoying the nutso, non-sequitur quality of these last few posts.
Anyway, just a few more days and it'll be reality, not speculation. Should be a terrific meet. My picks: Cornell easily for the women--a result of Big Red strength but also of good competitive balance among the other women's teams; and Cornell men pulling it out in the late field events/relays, with Princeton leading earlier on Day 2.
[Really daring there, huh?]
Powell is to Penn track as Don Corleone was to the family. He is a man of respect, and his comportment is flawless.
Guz get off Letsrun
Cornell University Men and Womens teams repeat as Heps Champions ....end of story.....
Some of you know I used to coach basketball at a small city school. We weren\'t the best team, in fact we only had nine guys on the roster, but we really worked at it.
By the end of the year we had managed to make it into the city final, against the Dallas Mavericks. They had three 7 foot centers, and nine of their guys got full rides that next year to D1 programs, but that\'s neither here nor there.
We were all nervous the saturdee of the game, and as our guys were warming up I got a phone call. It turns out our two best players had been caught cheating the previous day and wouldn\'t be allowed to play.
This would be a great opportunity for the team to learn, to learn like were supposed to be teaching them in school: they were going to learn to beat the Mavericks without our two best players.
When we were about to take the court for the coin toss our next two best players hadn\'t shown up yet. I was worried. All of a sudden a parent came to me in tears, it turns out that those kids had been killed in a car accident.
This crushed me, the team I had worked so hard with. The kids who had grown together as friends and brothers, how was I going to break the news? How would I tell them of the two-early deaths of their beautiful young animal brethren? Could the door to heaven really be there, in that cold cold winter morning?
That morning our team stood together. We stood together in spirit even when some of us couldn\'t be there, and the gaping holes between us became radiant bastions of strength and beauty. We had to remember the place of the game, not the end all of end alls, not the focus of our passion, but rather as the crucible for our love and the lens of our yearning.
We took the court with five players.
After several strenuous hours the score was tied at zero-one (their favor) with the clock counting down and our former ball-boy, Tommy, at the top of the key. We\'d lost three players to injury and Tommy was limping badly. He only stood 4foot 10 when healthy, and his limp had him doubled up in pain. The guy could barely throw the ball into the hoop from the free-throw line, such was his physical weakness, but in his chest beat the heart of a rocketized lion. He was nearly-blind behind his thick opaque geriatric sunglasses but you could see the fiery glint in his eyes from a mile away as he slowly wiped the sweat from his brow and crossed himself with four seconds left in the game.
He drove the hoop and, since he knew his arms were too weak to throw the ball into the hoop, he didn\'t take any chances. He jumped, up and up. Soaring like a goddamn eagle over countless 7\'6\" defenders, finally cresting above the hoop.
The buzzer rang as he slammed the ball down, crushing the hoop and Dirk Nowitzki\'s craggy face under a hale of broken backboard-pieces as the ball hammered a foot into the wood of the court.
The two points didn\'t count because he was a tenth of a second too late, and we lost the game. But still, to this day, I am pretty proud of how our team played that day.
Good job MR_chest....not exactly shaffer quality but it ranks up there
Okay, I just got the word that Maduka may not be competing for Cornell? That could make things a lot closer on the women's side...
excellent
Try 0. And yes the state schools give Cornell a huge advantage. I mean look at this year's freshmen x-c runners, a full 2 of the 11 guys are in state schools, one of whom got into Columbia too. And we all the know the athletes at all the other ivies get in on grades alone. But I really love how you're all already making excuses for when you get your asses handed to you. In a couple weeks you'll have to start making excuses for outdoor heps too because you'll need even more in indoor since you'll get owned even worse.
New York Grand Prix 1500 - Wightman wins, Holt beats Kessler
Why is Parker Valby so unconcerned about Olympic standards and rankings?
Ingebrigtsen wins in 13:20, Mills 2nd in 13:21, Nordas a disappointing 13:26 nowhere near medals
TFN declares ETH's 10.54 as the new 100m women's world record
Valby is the most EXPRESSIVE runner of all time and it's not even close