But he did have some talent, and to go with it a perfectionist streak, and a work ethic second to no one in the game.
Long after other players had gone in after practice, he and his quarterback, the great John Unitas, would stay out on the field, making each other better as they polished their timing to near perfection.
What do you do when you have all that money and all that time and those opinions but you no longer have a stage or an audience? It’s still possible, since there are plenty of Democrats who can identify with him.
He can always sit back and hire demonstrators to voice his views, but he’s got way too much ego to be a puppet master. They not only tolerated William Jefferson (“BJ”) Clinton’s sexual predations, but in some cases they enabled it and then, when they had to, excused it. The problem with a President Cuban is if, as he claims, he didn’t know what was going on under his nose inside the Dallas Mavericks, an organization which employs at most a couple hundred people, I don’t see how in hell he’s going to deal with a nation of 300 million people, and a federal government with a payroll in the hundreds of thousands.
Or is he so valuable to the left in their all-out fight against Donald Trump that they'll once again put their causes aside and protect him?
*********** Raymond Berry of the Baltimore Colts played before the advent of “throw-it-every-down” football, or he might now hold all sorts of receiving records.
They share not only in the joys, but in the defeats. So what does our response need to be concerning our wives? The company’s answer is not exactly “New Coke.” But close.
How can we make their lives easier, just as we know that they make ours easier? utm_source=AFCA Weekly&utm_campaign=e1f78e7995-AFCA_Weekly_100317&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_343e846137-e1f78e7995-147880073 *********** When I first arrived at college, I became friends with a teammate on the freshman football team named Bob O’Connell. (Back then, being from Philly, I called it a “soda,” but now, after 40 years in the Northwest, I say “pop.”) I asked him what it was that he was drinking, and he said, “Iron Brew.” He offered me a taste and I turned him down, not for sanitary reasons but because I didn’t like the sound of it. Sure enough, it turned out that the New Haven drink was Scots-inspired. A “new Irn-Bru,” with less than half the sugar - four teaspoons per can.
He was not big or particularly fast, and he had to wear contact lenses.
At least once a season a game would be held up while they tried to locate a missing lens.