Ojo Rojo

How about don't try to date a sexual assault awareness speaker? What do you think is going to happen? How dumb can you be? I think it's probably wrong that he's getting terminated for cause over this, but he deserves it due to his utter stupidity.

The announcers said last night (assuming they know wtf they are talking about) that a sweep by either team would not mathematically eliminate the swept team.

When you shit your pants and say, "That's awesome!" all at the same time.

Where was it written that the manager has sovereignty over the lineup card? That shit needs to go away. This has been the most up and down season I can remember. I saw Buster Olney compare it to one of the early 2000's Yankees teams, also trying to go back to back. The theory there is that it's harder to win consistently when you are expected to. So, basically, psychology is the reason. Maybe. As for Dusty and his seeming desire not to put our best 9 on the field every game - the only thing I can think of is that he's basically assuming we are going to make the playoffs no matter what because we are that good and he's sitting guys to give them more rest over the course of the season. Then he'll play the top 9 guys every day during the playoffs. Early in the season I could see him giving guys starts and reps to see where they were and to give them a chance to improve and prove themselves. The latter half of the season when we're in a dogfight for the division? Makes a lot less sense.

Abreu would be my horse. But I'm not ready to give up on Pressly yet. We get McCullers and Garcia back next season. That makes for some really good pitching depth, assuming no other injuries. A couple of our current starters would likely improve our bullpen. We need to sign Tucker and Bregman to extensions this offseason, bigtime. Despite the up and down regular season, I'm expecting big things in the postseason. We've shown up against the good teams. That trend will continue in the playoffs where they are all good teams.

Same. Pulled the kid out and they go to work cleaning him up and sewing up mom. I'm holding the baby in my arms next to the operating table when I hear this sound like, "glurp" and the nurses and doctors who were standing over my wife got wide eyes and they immediately escorted me out of the room. She had passed a HUGE blood clot and was still bleeding. She was pale as fuck and cold. Probably close to bleeding out. They had to insert a balloon to keep pressure on the inside of her uterus to stop it. Everything turned out okay. I was in Oaxaca in the mid 90's when the Chiapas rebels were fucking around. Two friends and I were going from Zipolite to Puerto Escondido by bus. We got pulled over by a couple of jeep loads of machine-gun wielding soldiers. Everyone filed off the bus and the soldiers got on and searched it. While we were standing in the ditch, wondering what the fuck was about to happen, I was calculating how fast I could make it into the woods. Fortunately, they didn't find the ounce of weed I had stashed in my friend's shoe on top of his duffel bag. They let us back on the bus and on our way without incident. I guess I've been through some shit.

I took over my company in 2015 at age 41. I wasn't ready, but it had to happen then. The guy I took over from was a rainmaker, but made bad financial decisions (so did his wife) so he needed to work out his remaining years before retirement doing nothing but stacking cheddar. In January 2017 he died unexpectedly in a tragic accident that also took his son and his son's girlfriend. They were both adults; my former boss was 70. His family, including his good-for-nothing leech son, depended on him for financial support. I was fairly close to them and felt like that responsibility now fell to me. I was without a significant rainmaker in my company and I thought the company was going fail for sure. I don't do failure well. I had to figure out how to save my company. All I knew to do was work my fucking ass off. I had all of these added responsibilities like taking care of his former clients doing shit I had no idea how to do, but needed the revenue so I had to figure it out. I provided financial support to the family for 18 months, kept everyone employed, but my company went into debt that I was personally liable for. I reached out to our accountant, who was a friend of my former boss, to tell him that I was going to shut it down. He talked me off the ledge, told me I had to let some people go in order to save the company, but that it was doable. Called a meeting, fired three people, cut a bunch of other expenses, begged creditors and vendors to cut us deals and six months later we were out of debt and profitable. That 18 month period probably aged me 10 years.

Brantley in LF, Chas in CF and Meyers on the bench. No problem giving Yordan a day off right now.

Yes. Become a mute.

I think I should quote famous people when arguing with my wife. Surely she will see my point then, admit she is wrong and agree with me. *Insert Idi Amin laughing gif.

Wife: "You know how you said all of those mean and nasty things to me when you were angry? Well, I think that's who you REALLY are and I believe you meant what you said!" Also Wife: "You know all of those sweet and kind thing you said to me? Well, I don't believe you meant any of them!"

I've dealt with it in a manner of sorts. It's not going to happen again. My Mom believes that a person can overcome anything by force of will alone. She doesn't believe that any part of a human being is dictated by nature and that everything is ultimately a choice. And I'm not going to beat him, though got-damn I have been tempted a few times.

Not an expert, but definitely know a helluva lot more than when all of this started. We spoke with the principal by phone on Saturday and made a plan. Holding him out for a few days to figure things out. Looking at private special education schools, which is probably our preferred option based on anecdotal evidence from people we know and their results. Big downside is the cost. If we stay in public school we can either A) do nothing and force them to deal with it (obviously not what we are doing, but technically an option), B) have a person sit with him in school every day, all day, C) go through the district's testing protocols and placement procedures where he will probably end up in a behavior modification class at a different campus (not offered on current campus closest to our house). The problem with the last one is that the process can take 9 weeks. I floated the possibility of using our prior accredited testing to shorten that time frame. The principal is checking on whether that would be allowed. I sense that there is some bureaucracy and territorialism involved here, so our fate there might in the hands of a single person. We would still get the district testing done, but at least we wouldn't have to suffer so much for 9 weeks while we wait for that to happen. I am actually not forlorn. I have moments of hopelessness, like the other day. The main reason is that we've done SO MUCH FUCKING WORK to get to this point. To see the effect of all of that be fucking zero is hard to take. But, I also know that this is a long, difficult process. Where we are in 6 weeks, 6 months, a year, two years from now will probably look very different. I've read a lot of stories and talked to a lot of people in similar situations and almost every one has a happy ending. I think eventually we're going to get a breakthrough and things will change for the better. In the meantime, my wife and I just have to keep grinding like we have been to support our son and to find answers and solutions.

Another thread update. In the latter half of the past spring semester my son started exhibiting the same behaviors that got him kicked out of the previous private school. . Running out of the classroom, climbing on top of countertops and furniture, hitting teachers and staff. The scenarios all seem to be pretty much the same - my son is asked to do something he doesn't want to do or he gets a bad result at something like a game or something goes wrong and he loses it. Then it's meltdown city and he becomes unreachable. We began getting calls a couple times a week from the school about incidents. The incidents gradually grew in number and intensity. He got put into the "quiet room" quite a bit. He started destroying that room. It then began to be an almost daily occurrence. The school started asking us to come to the school to sit with him. My wife and I left our jobs and took turns doing that. We worked with the psychiatrist who increased his dose of Lexapro. We were in pretty much constant contact with his teacher, the support staff and the principal. They were all pretty great, I have to say. The principal's statement to us was, "We are close enough to the end of the school year that we WILL make it through." We appreciated that. So that's what we did. They dealt with it the best they could; we would go to the school to sit with him almost daily for a couple of hours at least. It took a huge toll on my wife and me. We really looked forward to the summer for a reprieve. We were going to redouble our efforts with the psychiatrist to maybe try a new med. He was going to be in camps and we thought those environments would be a lot easier for him. The psychiatrist put him on Abilify - 2mg at first, then 4 and now 5. It seemed to help a lot at first. But he still got kicked out of almost every camp he went to this summer for all the same reasons. We had to cobble together time between my wife and me to have him and ask our parents to fill in the gaps. He recently spent a week with my parents, who are not believers in psychiatric medication, and they stopped giving him his meds, which fucked him up, made things worse and we had to start all over with getting the levels back consistently - all right before school starts for him. That fucking pissed me off, but it probably wouldn't have mattered anyway. So today was meet the teacher for 1st grade. I met my wife and son at the school. We took him to the classroom. We didn't know that this was actually an hour-long session for the kids to be with the teacher doing simulated classwork. We thought it was just a casual meet and greet. We weren't prepared for that and neither was our son. In hindsight, I should have said, "You know what, we weren't prepared for this" and just left. We were embarrassed that we didn't know the protocol. My thought was that he was going to be okay because he has been okay each of the past two years at the beginning of the school year. Shit has only taken a hard left toward the end of the year. So we left him in the classroom with the teacher and a few other kids while we went to fill out paperwork for an hour. About 15 minutes in, the principal comes and sits with us and tells us that he ran out of the classroom to the office and that someone took him back. She asked one of us to go sit with him. Unbelievable. I went to the classroom so my wife could finish the paperwork and talk to the principal. The moment I got there and looked through the window I saw the teacher stand up and take my son by the arm and lead him to the door. She opened the door with a very angry look on her face and I told her that he was my son. She told me that he had just slapped her face, knocked her glasses off and that he was not welcome in her classroom then. I walked him back to the place where my wife and the principal were and told them what happened and then we left. My wife started crying. We are now trying to enroll him in a private special education school that will cost us over $30K per year that is probably going to require some serious changes for our family. Therapy hasn't worked. Meds haven't worked. The psychologists at his group therapy have pulled back and are requiring us to be on site when he has sessions in case he gets violent. The strain on my wife and me has gotten to be untenable. We can't work our fucking jobs, for God's sake. We have done massive amounts of rewards systems, shown massive amounts of patience and restraint and it's all gotten us nowhere. I'm not giving up, but it feels real fucking hopeless. I wonder from time to time if tough love is the answer. If I beat his fucking ass, like my parents did to me, maybe he'd be scared enough of me to walk the line. They tell me that doesn't really work. I don't want my son to hate me, but if I had to sacrifice my relationship with him and make him hate me for him to have a chance to stay in fucking school and behave I would make that trade. Maybe this special school will be what we all need. Maybe he learns coping skills or just grows out of this. Maybe we find the right kind or dosage of medication. It's all still possible. But right now it feels like this kid is just going to have to live with us in our house for the rest of our lives then likely be a ward of the state unless we leave enough money to put him in a facility as an adult. That is, if we can even control him through his teenage and young adult years. If not...fuck us. He'll be in prison or dead by 25.

What the fuck is this horseshit?!

We are....not clutch.

Wow. Dude probably has 3rd degree burns on his arms and will be scarred for life. Lower part of his pants melted too. On another note, those firefighters didn't seem to know what the fuck they were doing. When the dude ran in, why didn't they start blasting the area with water to help him out?

This is the right answer, though my least favorite player to ever wear the Astros uniform is easily Mike "Rat Fuck" Fiers. The greatest moment in Astros history was winning the WS in 2017 for the first time. For that to be tainted for a long-suffering fan by a bitch-made pussy who ducked us after. Fuck that guy forever.

I know it is unfashionable, but I want to be buried in a traditional casket and for it to be treated like a time capsule. I was an anthropology major and I like archaeology so I would like to be dug up some day and provide information about how people lived in the late 1900's-early 2000's. I've actually been thinking about how to leave information - engraved on a stainless steel plate? Written on a ceramic? There are probably products for this that already exist. You couldn't leave a thumb drive or CD or whatever. Future people wouldn't have any way to access the data, probably. It's fun to think about.

This is what the internet is for.

If you want to be the man, you have to beat the man!

Non-2%er Aggies. Lifted truck with big tires. MAGA hats. Dudes prominently wearing jewelry. Muscular dudes wearing tank tops.

Went to the Space Cowboys game last night. Singleton was 2-4, I believe, with a double. Both down the line to right. Looks like he's seeing the ball really well and doing what he wants with it. Maybe he's one of those guys who perform to their ability when it's their absolute last chance. I hope he gets a call-up. Would like to see what he can do against MLB pitching. Would be a nice story.