Sandman

That Apple offer expires tonight, I read somewhere. What if the board tells AZ they have to stay with ASU and then AZ files some sort of appeal? They could threaten to drag this out until after the deal is off the table. Some kobayashi maru kind of shit.

Why would Arizona care enough to allow this to affect their decision?

I wonder if Oregon got some concessions in order to stay. There has to be something extra in it for them.

As an OSU fan, if anyone should have an AD named "Bubba", it should be us.

Who is "BubbaUNC" and why should I give a fuck what he thinks? If it's a person of note, why doesn't the author of the tweet name him, as well as tagging him?

My wife has a family friend, he's more like a second father to her. He got sent to Nam right after he got married. He and his wife got to meet in Hawaii for his R&R during the war, that was their honeymoon. Fast forward 50+ years and his health isn't good. They decided to re-enact that trip and go back to Hawaii. His doctors were iffy on it but didn't outright forbid it, so they went. They were on the return flight home when he started having issues. Had to stop in Denver and they told their kids to get there ASAP, as it wasn't looking good. My wife got the news last night and was a mess. By some miracle, he's doing better today but who knows how much longer he's got left. He's such a great guy, I hate to hear about this.

Careful, that kind of talk will just lure ou back to the B12.

#14 from Sonic, breakfast burrito with tots. If enjoying that is wrong, I don't want to be right.

Does ND have some sort of out that I've missed (Which is entirely possible)? I thought they were locked in the ACC for years?

I do not like people to eat in my car. I don't want food falling into every nook and cranny and then my car looks like every car my wife has ever driven. Fucking french fries everywhere and shit. Well, we were on our way to Costco this weekend and decided to grab some breakfast on the way, and I was driving. As she opened up her burrito, I made a semi-joke about eating in the car. She laughed and proceeds to eat. It'll be ok, I said. She's not Italian but she absolutely must talk with her hands at all times. So as I'm driving down the interstate, she tells me the tale of a "freak driver"she encountered the other day, and starts waving her hands (which are holding food) around to....simulate how he changed lanes rapidly? I don't know because I was driving and not looking at her. But I did hear the small thud as a tater tot flew from it's little sleeve and fell somewhere between my seat and the console. "Ooops" she said. She looks down and says meekly, "I'll get it later". To which I sternly reply "How about you get it now??!?". To her credit, she got it out of there without any complaints or drama.

That wasn't a shank. That fucker was good. You'll never convince me otherwise.

10 years ago, this old woman in my office retired and I took over her position. She didn't clean out the cabinets in the cubicle, just took her personal shit and left. So I'm going through the drawers and cabinets and I found a 1977 agency phone directory. I still have that fucker and have no plans to get rid of it.

Robert Hanssen was a respected, legitimate FBI agent and never appeared to be a piece of shit but look how that turned out. Sometimes people aren't what you think they are.

As an OSU fan, I must recuse myself from any discussion of modern uniforms and their forward-thinking designs.

Nobody else in that league seems to be using it, so why not let Oregon have a go?

And because they never play in Norman and never notice it, no one on here talks shit about ou's narrow sidelines, either.

He probably loved hearing that Empire carpet jingle. "Call 588-2300, Empiiiiiiiiiiiiire! TODAY!"

I've tried this and it never works. They all reply to my email with some variation of "You have to come in person and see the car before we talk pricing". When I balk, they say "Oh well" and that's the end of it. They don't even write back after a few days to see if I'm still interested. Maybe it works better in a larger metro area that has more dealerships?

If I'm Lebron, billionaire athlete who's pushing 40 and a guy with a lot of business ventures going on, I retire from the NBA and go be with my family. That shit happening to one of my kids is terrifying to think about. Fuck basketball.

Agreed. Both of my folks came from poor/low class families. My mom's side came from Greece and I don't think my great-grandpa had a pot to piss in when he got off the boat, but I'll never really know. My folks busted their asses and sacrificed to get ahead and give me and my sister a great upbringing. I'll treasure that more than any physical item. But yeah, I wish my pop had bought a Rolex, dammit.

I have two daughters, you do the math. But I do have a 3 month old grandson, maybe he'll want this shit.

That's right but I know my dad, he's still alive and we have a great relationship. I just can't think of anything of his that I absolutely wouldn't sell, again if the money was good enough.

I found a youtube channel over the weekend, a guy that repairs old watches, like Rolex or Omega. He repaired a Rolex for this woman, her dad wore it daily for 50 years and she fucked it up after she had inherited it. The value of the watch was about $30k. I got to thinking, would I sell the watch for that much? I think I would. Then I wondered exactly how much "sentimental" stuff do I have? Am I a sentimental person in any way? My grandfather died before I was born. All I have of his is a single shot 12 gauge and his pocket watch (some off brand). How much would it take to get those from me? If a guy offered me $1000 for the watch, I'd sell it in a heartbeat. Might take more for the shotgun, I dunno. I'm not broke, so maybe that makes a difference. My wife is different. She has this teddy bear, the last thing her dad ever bought her before he died (fuck cancer), she was 9. She has always said it was priceless to her but I asked, how much would it take? What if she was offered a million bucks? She said no but it would be tempting. Me? I'd like to think my dad would want me to sell the bear and enjoy the money. A million dollars is serious money. I racked my brain to think of anything that I just couldn't part with, if the money was right, and I got nothing. Am I just an emotionless robot?

I just read that he won 17 of his 19 grammys AFTER he turned 60. What a fucking legend.