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My father died last night. He was 87 years old. It was his time. He was ready. I wasn’t. But then, I suspect that we never are. We only have one father in our lives and, if we’re lucky, he’s a good one. Mine was. I can’t think of my father without thinking of fishing. I love to fish, he taught me to fish, and I passed that along to my kids. But the most meaningful fish of my life is a fish I never caught. Now, anyone who has ever fished with me knows that the world is full of fish I’ve never caught (why, the laws of physics may even be bent; I may have not caught more fish than have ever existed). But the fish I’m talking about was a flounder in the summer of 1984 or so. I was a teen. Being that age, I had a particularly difficult relationship with my father at that time. As I grew into myself and worked on figuring out who I was, a good part of that exercise was me pushing back on everything my father was, everything he wanted, everything he said, everything he even thought. I was….an unpleasant adolescent. And my father did not bend to my will. He pushed back. He loved me enough to stand fast, and to make me hate him, because he wasn’t going to stop being my father, even if that required standing strong and letting there be conflict. There was a great distance between us – the greatest it had ever been and ever would be. We had functionally nothing in common. We could go weeks without meaningful conversation. But we had one thing – ONE THING – that we still shared; we loved to fish, and we still liked to do it together. So, reaching out to me, to try to hold on to that last, tenuous thread holding father and son together, he suggested we go on a fishing trip to south Texas, to the bay house of dear family friends where we’d had so many great trips before. I agreed, because hey, I loved fishing. We had a great trip. We ate giant chicken fried steaks at the Brush Country Inn. We fished from a lighted pier all night long, every night for three days. And we caught fish, mostly speckled trout. But one night, I hooked into something big. My rod was bowed, it was a fight to get whatever it was to the dock. We were going to need the landing net. As I fought the fish close enough for us to finally get a glimpse, we saw that it was a beautiful, enormous flounder. Truly, the biggest flounder I’ve ever had on the line. I maneuvered him to the pier, my father laid out on his stomach with the landing net so he could reach as far out as possible to net the fish. As he lowered the net into the water, the flounder turned, shook his head once, and swam off. I felt in an instant when he threw the hook. My father flailed with the net, trying to scoop the fish before he got away. No dice. I was laughing – because of COURSE the best fish of the trip just shook the hook and swam away. That is the way of fishing with me. But what struck me was my dad’s reaction. He flailed with the net, and had a look of real anguish on his face. Anguish that the fish he wanted me to catch got away. Disappointment FOR me. Not IN me, but for me. He cared. In spite of all I’d put him through, how much I had alienated him, what mattered most to him was seeing ME have success. After all that had come between us – and still WAS standing between us – he loved me. Totally. Completely. Unconditionally. It still took us a long time to heal, and grow back together, but as we did so, I always remembered that fish, and how much he cared. Through everything, my father’s love was an anchor. His love for me. His love for my mother – oh, how he loved my mother. His love for my wife – a relationship that was far from easy, but was bound up in that same complicated love that I experienced for a time. A relationship that drew upon her pastoral strength and presence, which when he needed it, at the very end – it was there. Given freely, with grace, and with a connection to the divine that, well if you know wife, you know from which it flows. And love for his grandkids. To a person, everyone I’ve talked to about my dad since his passing has mentioned how he adored them. How proud he was of them. How they reminded him of my mother, my wife, me, and sometimes even of him. To the end, he talked about how his love for them was what kept him going. What he loved the most about each of them was their kindness – their intelligence and their achievements mattered, but when he spoke of them, he always spoke of how good and decent they are. Which makes sense, as his kindness was his enduring feature. There are things I knew of and saw along the way. When a family member was in a bind, how money was sent to solve the problem, no questions asked, and no expectation of repayment. And mind you, we were not a family of any great means. There also are things I didn’t know of before – how they opened their home to a young man as he started his cancer treatments in Houston and needed a safe place to stay. Again, no questions asked – just sharing of what they had, being kind because – well, why wouldn’t you be? My father was a child of the border, and all that entails. Some of it was hard; he was separated from his parents often at a young age, because they weren’t going to send him to school in the crappy little Mexican ranching town they lived in. So he grew up mostly in Eagle Pass, with family. He found opportunity in education – a high school teacher told him and so many of his classmates that they could go to college, driving them to A&M – yes, A&M – in the local school bus to see the campus and watch a football game. He got that education, which let him live a life that took him on adventures around the world – his years working in Argentina, living in Buenos Aires with my mother, the two of them together living a life of dreams, was one of the highlights of his life. Indeed, my father’s story cannot be told – not even a little bit – without talking about my mother. The best things in this world are love stories, the real love stories, the stories of a love that is tied to your very being. Theirs was that kind of love story. My father was a freewheeling young man living in the valley, working in the oil patch. My mother was a striking beauty, but the product of a hard life of fleeing an alcoholic father, abuse, poverty, and betrayal. She desperately wanted a man who would be kind to her, and who could someday provide her the life she barely dared to dream of. They met. My father couldn’t believe that he’d met the beauty he'd seen only from a distance. And my mother couldn’t believe that she’d met a man who was so kind, and so devoted. They married having dated for only a few weeks. And they were together for decades after that. He gave her the life she dreamed of – a son, a home, safety and security – until she died three years ago. He was her rock. She was his love, his adoration, his heart. And dear God, did he miss her so. Every day. In the end, he was ready to go. So he went. On his terms. He was ready to see her again. I hope that is a thing, that we do see each other again in some beyond. In our last conversation – which I knew was our last – we talked of the universe, and stardust. And how we are at once insignificant pieces of coalesced stardust in a universe of trillions of galaxies….but that same infinite, incomprehensible universe cannot have its story told without speaking of the time that some coalesced stardust was my father. And some other coalesced stardust was my mother. And together, they found and fostered a love fitting for an infinite universe. We are in awe of the universe, but the universe itself should be in awe of love. We matter. Love matters. My heart is broken. My parents are now both gone. My children are devastated by loss. My wife is my rock, a guide and pillar for me as I grieve. And I am lucky. I am so goddamned lucky.235 points
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Thank you for the biggest portal transfer for us and making this team better than it was before. Yeah, I might’ve said you should be pulled for Arch but you balled out most of the time. Led us 2 years in a row to the final 4. Sorry Sark screwed you. And sometimes you would contribute. But I still appreciate you. Hate you had to go out like this. I am ready for the Arch era but thank you for all you did. We hate to love you and love to hate you. Hook em, Quinn. (If you wanna shit on him stay in the Quinn thread) You are the first and last qb I will ever sign a petition for lol93 points
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Moore’s camp has told Bobby Burton that Trey Moore is returning to Texas. Nothing set in stone, but that would be a big deal, IMO.78 points
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Anybody else remember Kelee Ringo spending his spring break in Austin only to sign with Georgia? We aren’t even close to squaring the account with those bag dropping assholes. I really hope the adjustment for those cheating dickbags to their new station in life is as painful as possible.63 points
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Haha. I just have professional and/or personal relationships with a bunch of the people who fund the OSU AD. I actually received better info during the Tressel and Urban regimes because some of the people I know had long-term personal relationships with those guys. Day is obviously not an Ohio guy. The Smith info is rock solid and comes from the inner circle of the OSU NIL guys. I don’t care whether you believe it or not but some people here appreciate the info so I will continue to provide interesting tidbits that are shared with me,59 points
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So we scored, in a way. We met with ServPro today, and our place is so much more trashed than we thought. The outside air smells perfectly fine, but our house smells like a campfire. He went around wiping surfaces and everything is covered in ash and soot. Everything. And the attic is covered in ash too because Spanish tiles blew off and ash filled the attic. All interior surfaces need to be cleaned and the attic insulation needs to be replaced. All furniture needs cleaning. We’ll be out of there for at least a month or more. But my wife was scouring AirBNB for places, and stumbled upon a place seconds after it was posted because it’s close enough to our house that they had no power and couldn’t list it. The moment it popped up my wife called and we went by today and we have it booked for 6 weeks. And Air BnB kicked in 60% of the cost for fire victims. And they’ll take our 2 cats and a dog. She was super sympathetic to our plight. But we now have a home for awhile. Such a relief. Moving in tomorrow.58 points
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This thread is an outlet for sadness, not anger or what could have been. Many of you met me this season, some for the first time and many who I've now grown to look forward to seeing every game. I'm sad that I won't be seeing any of you in Atlanta on January 20th. This was my oldest son Gunnar's first real season of Longhorn football. His first college football game ever inside a stadium at the big house for an incredible win in his maternal grandfathers season ticket seats surrounded by Michigan family members to cap off a long family trip. He got to experience his first Texas OU at fair park. Started some Texas Fight chants on my shoulders and is absolutely convinced that OU does in fact suck. He got to go to his first game ever in DKR with our dear friends to watch until the very end and sing the eyes for the first time with 100k people in DKR. VID_20241221_204005_122.mp4 I'm sad that Gunnar got in his spiderman muscle suit because it makes him "look like he has shoulder pads" and was so invested in the game, got to stay up late and had to go to bed wondering why Texas lost if Ohio State sucked. You may or may not have noticed, but I've been wearing this longhorns bracelet I got in Cozumel this January. I've not taken it off since the guy made it for me while I was off getting cash out of the ATM to pay for my wife and kids ones because he noticed I had Longhorns gear on. I knew this season was going to be special and I wanted to wear that bracelet the whole season then frame it with some memorabilia commemorating a national championship season. Now it's just a symbol of sadness. It's off the wrist and that makes me sad. I know that there's another season and I know Texas is set up for long term sustained success, but that still shouldn't stop us from being able to just be sad about this for little bit. Share your stories here, or don't, but please don't make this thread about anger or what ifs. Hook 'Em 🤘56 points
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I am so damn fortunate to have such good friends. My family is now settled into my dear friend’s parents house in Hancock Park that I grew up hanging in when I was just a boy. They just moved his 93 year old dad out and were starting to prep it for sale, but my dear friend (I was his best man and we’ve been friends for I guess almost 50 years) insisted we move in and his siblings were equally adamant. We don’t have a kitchen as they have it ripped up but who gives a shit. Our animals are settled, we have a place to sleep, and we’re in a great place. We may be weeks before we can go home. And I had another lifelong friend and his wife who we love dearly bring us a bunch of clothes because we have just a few things. We hav e it so much better than those who lost their homes that I feel guilty. But my job is to take care of my family and my friends allowed me to do that. And it’s kinda cool to be back in the hood I used to ride my bike around and see all my friends. I had two other dear friends on this street when I was a kod. Damn our family is exhausted from this.54 points
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On a personal level, my parents just fucked around and found out. The continued support of an obvious racist is just too much, even if they aren't openly espousing those views in front of me. I don't want my mixed-race kids around them until they do some serious soul-searching, and I told them as much. It fucking sucks, but pretending everything was ok and ignoring the state of the world when they were around was not going to be sustainable.51 points
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Motherfucker the Palsades fire is moving over the hill to the valley. Professionally we have an office building at Ventura blvd. This shit needs to end. i had an angel come down and bless us. One of my lifelong friends (I was his best man) has offered his Hancock Park parents home to my family. His 92 year old father was just moved out to assisted living and they were getting ready to sell it. But we’ll get it for the next couple of weeks while we wait to be let back into our home. It’s a true miracle for us.51 points
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He's exactly what we were begging for under charlie and turtle. Left big 12 with title. Back to back playoffs. Put Texas back into contention. Beat Aggie 49-0 ousux. Made Texas football fun again. Wish the very best for him.51 points
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The lack of outgoing portals and especially the lone portal out being a portal in should tell you something about the buy in, culture and NIL structure in place to build a long term roster like Georgia and Alabama and Florida and Ohio State had during their dynasty-like runs. It's all about infrastructure, a system and a continuity factor regardless of personnel that gets you into a situation of long term sustained success.50 points
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Just think how far we've come in a short amount of time that we are glad a white safety is returning.50 points
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I've been married for 20 years and have teen boys. I'm a middle manager in my career. I'm a black man. Nobody has listened to me about anything for 20+ years, if ever.47 points
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Yes, we should hear what govt officials have to say about it. But we shouldn't have to hear what you or anyone else has to say about govt officials in this thread except when directly commenting on their direct comments or actions in relation to this event. Spew your hate for either side in CR where it belongs. The problem is Trump would definitely blame this shit on the biden administration if they were in charge. He has never let a good crisis go to waste politically. So complaining about the other side doing it appears quite a bit hypocritical. Sure this particular incident most likely had nothing to do with the shitshow going down since Trump took office, but at some point what is good for the goose is good for the gander. I mean, Trump has unabashedly been full of shit blaming a closed faucet from the PNW for the fires in LA, then trying to collect props for getting the military to open that faucet up, all complete and objective bullshit, but if you respond to that newsworthy bullshit as being bullshit, oh no , that needs to be in the Cloak Room. Fact is Trump has blurred a lot of lines, unfortunately the biggest is the american public's acceptance of basic verifiable facts, so it is not surprising when you might see some comments you find a tad too political bleed into the Daily Texan.46 points
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Flexing your ability to travel to a country you aren’t a citizen of to take advantage of their healthcare services while bitching about immigrants abusing the system is certainly something46 points
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Aside from the long hours, hard work, and low pay being reasons why American citizens won't be rushing to fill those vacated construction jobs, there's also the fact that construction is skilled labor. I spent about 10 years working for a plumbing contractor as a supervisor. We did nothing but new apartments. We'd have subcontractor piece work crews of maybe 4 guys that would do all the top-out and water pipe on a job. They could do an entire 8 unit floor of top-out (the drainage system) with 2 or 3 bathrooms per unit in a day. That's all the time they got between the framers standing up walls and another crew of framers returning to lay out floor trusses for the floor above. This work included drilling all the holes for drains and vents, putting all the materials in the building, installation itself, plus things like nail plates and strapping. The same top-out crew would later fall back to the more finished units and do the water pipe as well. They were also required to test everything for us to get our city inspections. The crew you had made all the difference in the world. They were elite, highly skilled workers that would require years of training to even begin to replace. Almost none of them were here legally. We also had specialized tub setters, gas pipers, ground rough crews, fixture setters. My job was pretty much to make sure the sub crews that did the actual work had materials and everything else they needed and weren't burdened by distractions like repairs or dumbass jobsite politics. Other trades like framing, electrical, HVAC, roofing work the same way and all have their sub specialties. You will never replace people like this. To me, the idea that you can take someone with no previous training, bring them to a jobsite, point to a pipe-threader and a pile of materials and have them install a bunch of gas pipe is the most absurd, disconnected notion in all of this bullshit. I'm sure it's much the same in all sorts of work that often gets labeled as unskilled. These work forces are built over time and new people are integrated into them as necessary. You can't have abrupt absolute turnover without a complete halt to production even if you had legions of willing workers.45 points
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We absolutely went after a Greathouse type player. His name was Jaden Greathouse.43 points
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Okay, y'all, as promised, I have some Longhorn news to share. I got to hang with Arch Manning today in a stadium doing football-type stuff. It was really fun. We sometimes forget that these are young men, and he is just a another super-chill guy who likes to have fun. He's taller than I thought he would be in real life. Like every Texas player I've been fortunate enough to meet in the last three years, he is very approachable. Texas really does pick the best. What a great representative he is for the school. And to top it off, @immamac, I got him to add his signature to the Sacred '24-'25 Surly Horns Football. The ball now has the following signatures: Arch Manning Quinn Ewers Isaiah Bond Jhadie Barron Tre Wisner Gunnar Helm The ball is already a treasure that will forever remind us of some of the best players from this magical season, but I am going to see if I can continue to add to it. I will share pics when I'm allowed to. Thanks and Hook 'Em!42 points
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https://aggieswire.usatoday.com/2025/01/23/micah-hudson-texas-aggies-football-texas-tech-football-transfer-portal/41 points
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Twitter/X is no longer embeddable here. Use bluesky or other media sources. Screenshots are acceptable.40 points
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Afghan kid called asking for help. Seems his mother and father were scheduled to get their last interview to come and join him in the US. Appointment canceled. Well shit. Yeah, I feel bad. But this is the same kid who wanted to use his first vote as an American for Trump cuz Biden fucked up the withdraw and dealt with the Taliban. Sad story? yes. Did I laugh? Also yes.40 points
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Why don't all you posting and thinking you are being clever with the passive, aggressive cloakroom bullshit fuck off and sign off.40 points
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Wouldn’t have been necessary if the incoming guy wasn’t a vengeful, ignorant piece of shit.39 points
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DJ Campbell is coming back, per Bobby Burton.39 points
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People are overblowing Muhammads struggles imo38 points
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