Rumors swirling that slick-Rick is headed to St. John’s. If so… our answer at pg, and a kid from The Villages who we once recruited for football…. maybe goes in the portal. Walter Clayton Jr. is an absolute star. One to keep an eye on….
Don't see how Pitino can stay at Iona if St. Johns has him in their sights-this kid Walter posted a Steph Curry shooting line for the year.
i didn’t really understand what that meant… that the villages aren’t really a home to anyone. What am I missing?
If we shoot 20 percent from three while chucking up over 20 per game, have less than 15 assists, and allow the opponent 50 rebounds, not going to win many games. Some of our players never pass the ball. Shoot every time they touch the ball.
I see that this thread was nipped in the bud, and some of the posts deleted. That's a good thing as it was about to go off the rails, and I was partly responsible. Mea culpa, dudes. Apologies, Wingtee.
This particularily applies to the State of Florida. My people came into Florida, from N Carolina in the 1830's. So that makes me a real "Cracker". For those that don't know what this expression represents: Florida was (and still is) a very BIG cattle state. A Florida "Cracker" was one who "cracked a whip" dealing with cattle. My family has some interesting family photos of my grandfather "cracking a whip" on an Oxen team hauling logs out of N Florida Swamps. Think about the heat, humidity, INSECTS, snakes and of course disease. If you think YOU are tough, give what my Grand-Dad did every day, a try. Here is the topper - My grand dad and most of those with him wore black WOOL clothing back in the late 1800's. When I look at the pictures, it's hard to believe they could stand it. Folks that lived and worked in Florida in the 18th or 19th centuries were a tough bunch of folk.
In the early 1900 era, you had to be tough to live in Florida. My Granddad was one tough hombre! working lumber mills and farming. Remember no air conditioners (life support system for Floridians, since it was invented in Apalachicola, Florida). He used to take my brother and I fishing on the Apalachicola River. One time as we were floating the edge of the river under weeping willow trees, a Water Moccasin snake fell into the boat. He said gruffly to us to throw the snake out of the boat. My Brother and I were under ten years old and scared so we were frozen in place. I remember him cursing to himself, he got up and reached for the snake, who was scared and mad ready to strike, with bare hands and threw him out of the boat. Later in the car with our dad my brother commented, if the snake would have bit Granddad, it probably would have died. We laughed, but we both knew he was one tough old man.
As a kid, I recall my grandfather leaving his house wearing normal slacks, a short sleeve shirt and a 6 shooter tucked in his belt. He was going hunting. Not only no AC back in those days, no camo, no gun sights, etc. One day sitting on his front porch with my mom, sis and grandmother off shopping, he looked up to the oak trees in his front yard and asked me if I liked pigeons. I didn't know was my answer. He got up, picked up a rock and nailed one dead. We went inside, he cleaned it and then was sautéing it in a pan when the women arrived. I piped up that he had hit a pigeon with a rock and we were going to eat it!!
One last item, I thought about. My grandfather was born in 1897, before cars on road, before air planes. He was around to see WW I, WWII, planes to jets, man on moon, radio in homes, in-door plumbing, AC, TV in homes, dirt roads to interstate, helicopters, telephones, etc. He witnessed an amazing change in the world. I recall a memorable statement to me: Never trust your own government.
