Wardle Wins

[ChicosBailBonds]

No, singling out one person to make "it" is bullying.

Damn, you are right...good catch

[ronald dragon]

A man soiling himself is a feat that must be celebrated

In high school my cross country was at sectional. One of the better kids on my team did this during the race then passed about 20 kids to qualify for the state meet.

Must have been his inspiration.

[Hards Alumni]

In high school my cross country was at sectional. One of the better kids on my team did this during the race then passed about 20 kids to qualify for the state meet.

Must have been his inspiration.

"Oh no, I just crapped my pants... I had better win or I will never hear the end of this."

[MUSF]

I challenge all posters who have used swear words at work to stop posting immediately.

Those who don't curse are the rare exception in my "work place".

[keefe]

Those who don't curse are the rare exception in my "work place".

One rarely hears such filth from our men in uniform.

[TAMU, Knower of Ball]

Southern belles are great.  Not sure why I didn't go to an SEC school and scoop one up to bring back to the Midwest.  Although Texas is the best...

God bless Texas. A Texas 4 is a Milwaukee 9

[keefe]

Lombardi would be just fine today. 

One of the first books I read was Jerry Kramer's Instant Replay, his first hand account of the 1967 Packers. Lombardi negotiated player contracts. Player shows up with his agent and Lombardi excuses himself. 20 minutes later he returns and asks the player why he is in his office because he now plays for the NY Giants.

Lombardi likely would have accommodated societal changes - he was in the vanguard of racial equality in sports - but his methods of player management would not work today. I think Lombardi would struggle.

[keefe]

Kid I know failed to qualify for the Boston Marathon because she stopped to pee.  Asked her if she learned her lesson and would pee down her leg the next time.  She would never pee down her leg on purpose.  Need to show her this picture.

I have run in a few different marathons and am amazed at how so many women will pull over and squat. The starting line at the Marine Corps Marathon was like an outdoor toilet.

I have never had the urge or need while running in a timed event but I did once while visiting a buddy stationed at Yokosuka Naval Base. I missed the last train back to Tokyo so we stayed up late on his porch drinking. I had prepared for the eventuality of bunking with him so I had thrown some work out gear into my helmet bag as there is a great running course along the carrier pier.

I was really hung over the next morning and once I started running that rot gut feeling from too much Kirin hit me like a freight train. I saw the Base Admin building so I ran straight into the head right in the lobby.  I was perched on the toilet, face beaded in sweat, feeling sorry for having such a bear of a hangover when the door opened and in walked 2 women. They took the stalls on either side of mine and continued their conversation over me. A quick survey of the stall confirmed I was in wrong latrine.

My hairy legs were visible beneath the partition so I raised them up and tried to wait out their duties. It's the only time I have been covert behind enemy lines and I am amazed at how much noise women make as well as how they engage in the most inane conversation while snapping one off. I was contorted in a ridiculous position as they seemed to take forever; Rome was built faster than their morning constitutional. 

Finally, after an eternity, they departed the pattern and I hurriedly cleaned up and bolted. As I look back on that ordeal I take away two crucial lessons:

1. Always follow a proper flight plan and maintain situational awareness so you end up at the correct destination

2. Women are neither the delicate creatures they portray themselves to be nor as we wish to see them

[real chili 83]

I have run in a few different marathons and am amazed at how so many women will pull over and squat. The starting line at the Marine Corps Marathon was like an outdoor toilet.

I have never had the urge or need while running in a timed event but I did once while visiting a buddy stationed at Yokosuka Naval Base. I missed the last train back to Tokyo so we stayed up late on his porch drinking. I had prepared for the eventuality of bunking with him so I had thrown some work out gear into my helmet bag as there is a great running course along the carrier pier.

I was really hung over the next morning and once I started running that rot gut feeling from too much Kirin hit me like a freight train. I saw the Base Admin building so I ran straight into the head right in the lobby.  I was perched on the toilet, face beaded in sweat, feeling sorry for having such a bear of a hangover when the door opened and in walked 2 women. They took the stalls on either side of mine and continued their conversation over me. A quick survey of the stall confirmed I was in wrong latrine.

My hairy legs were visible beneath the partition so I raised them up and tried to wait out their duties. It's the only time I have been covert behind enemy lines and I am amazed at how much noise women make as well as how they engage in the most inane conversation while snapping one off. I was contorted in a ridiculous position as they seemed to take forever; Rome was built faster than their morning constitutional. 

Finally, after an eternity, they departed the pattern and I hurriedly cleaned up and bolted. As I look back on that ordeal I take away two crucial lessons:

1. Always follow a proper flight plan and maintain situational awareness so you end up at the correct destination

2. Women are neither the delicate creatures they portray themselves to be nor as we wish to see them

Keefe, this won't be as eloquent as your story....

How many of us have walked into Superamerica to pinch off a turtlehead, only to find the men's room locked, and the ladies room open?  You will get the funniest looks from the gal waiting for the ladies open.

[keefe]

Keefe, this won't be as eloquent as your story....

How many of us have walked into Superamerica to pinch off a turtlehead, only to find the men's room locked, and the ladies room open?  You will get the funniest looks from the gal waiting for the ladies open.

I had the reverse situation this past week at a Bellevue Starbucks that has a unisex head. I had to take a squirt but found the door locked. Normally I'll return to my seat but there had been a lot of traffic so I waited at the door. I could hear muffled noises then finally the roar of the flush. At this point my back teeth were floating and I could barely contain myself.

The door finally opened and an elegantly attired woman was startled to see someone waiting. Her face flushed and I thought her expression odd until I entered the latrine. A wave of stench washed over me that would gag a maggot. I was immediately light headed as my eyes watered then felt my knees begin to buckle. I knew that the best course of action was to egress the toxic atmosphere but the insistent thrum of a full bladder left me conflicted and confused.  

As I regained control of my faculties I took a deep breath and pressed on to the target. As I peered into the cylinder I was horrified to see the white porcelain field badly scarred by a full 360 degree agate swirl of earthen hues. Jackson Pollack would have been proud to sign his name beneath the Kohler stamp.

As my torrent began to mar the symmetry of the previous occupant's brush strokes I could feel my starving lungs begin to cry out for relief. The only question was if
oxygen deprivation would require yet another draw of the noxious air. Finally, blessedly, my stream became a trickle and I was able to depart the pattern battered but alive.  

[4everwarriors]

Never could understand those who found the urge to make bacon in the public chithole. Gotta be a better, more aromatic alternative, hey?

[MUBurrow]

"At least one player had accused Wardle of using vulgar and obscene language, and a second player told officials Wardle forced him to work out until the player lost control of his bowels and then ridiculed him."

Not sure which is more shameful - crying about the language or shi tting yourself. Either way I keep it to myself. But what's truly reprehensible is that the two players had their mothers go public with the complaints.

I've been on training runs so intense guys are puking without breaking stride but we take pride in meeting the test and not letting your buddies down. To me that is the essence of team work.

How long would Lombardi last today?

I have no idea if any of the allegations are true, but if so, I disagree with this, or at least put a caveat on it. If you're going to justify a coach's forcing his player to run till he shits himself by comparing him to the military or pro football, you've gotta pay the players with something other than Phil 50.

[keefe]

I have no idea if any of the allegations are true, but if so, I disagree with this, or at least put a caveat on it. If you're going to justify a coach's forcing his player to run till he craps himself by comparing him to the military or pro football, you've gotta pay the players with something other than Phil 50.

Moot point. The allegations were independently investigated and Wardle was cleared of wrong doing.

I played ball in high school and during two a days under the August Virginia sun we were forbidden to drink water. Now, medical evidence today would prohibit that practice but at the time it was part of the mind mold that forged us into a cohesive unit. All of us survived, physically and emotionally, and we all went on to lead productive lives as contributing members of society. And many of us are still in touch to this day and we still consider ourselves to be teammates. And that was the entire point of everything done at two a days - to build a team.

If I had soiled myself I would expect to hear about it from my teammates. And there is no way my Major General fighter pilot father picks up the phone and calls the coach, the press, or a lawyer about it.