11-10-2021, 01:49 PM
Call me cynical, but how much of this is UW building a "for cause" case, one incident at a time in case they'd rather spend buyout money elsewhere?
I never played football for a coach (that wasn't a fraternity brother), but would probably play better for someone who kept it together than someone who didn't. That's just me.
Leaving aside Marty's use of "sissy" to decry football these days, I watched parts of that video and found it interesting. A lot of violent hitting and maybe there were some forearm shivers and head slaps (once legal), but by my first glance, few targeting calls would have been made if those games were played last weekend. Not too many people leading with their heads that I saw. Violent form tackling all over the place.
When I was a kid, "sissy" and derivatives of that derogatory term (the "p" word and "f" word or "wussy" to rhyme with the "p" word) were about the worst things you could call a boy. It was a general playground taunt. We played a lot of "smear the queer" in front of good old Prospect Valley Elementary. I don't know how to describe it. It was a cross between tag and outdoor MMA without the octagon. A football was involved, or lacking that, something as simple as a towel or stick, or "hey dickhead, you're it". Whoever had the object ran through everyone one else rugby style, but no passes. If you made it through to the other side, you got to throw the object next time. Repeat until the bell rings and we have to foist a bunch of sweating, stinking, muddy, bloody boys on some hapless fourth grade teacher. If you were fast and could run away from the group, you were labeled a sissy who wouldn't stand his ground and take the beating. Most of us were far more afraid of being called a sissy than having our heads kicked in by 20 guys. We were idiots.
"Sissy" is a derivative of sister. Well, sisters are pretty tough. I don't recall any brothers giving birth, for example.
Don't worry Marty, I took no real offense - the term just jogged some repressed memories of fun beatings I took back when. Only lost a tooth once. Well, if I don't count losing my two front teeth to a playground dolphin.
I never played football for a coach (that wasn't a fraternity brother), but would probably play better for someone who kept it together than someone who didn't. That's just me.
Leaving aside Marty's use of "sissy" to decry football these days, I watched parts of that video and found it interesting. A lot of violent hitting and maybe there were some forearm shivers and head slaps (once legal), but by my first glance, few targeting calls would have been made if those games were played last weekend. Not too many people leading with their heads that I saw. Violent form tackling all over the place.
When I was a kid, "sissy" and derivatives of that derogatory term (the "p" word and "f" word or "wussy" to rhyme with the "p" word) were about the worst things you could call a boy. It was a general playground taunt. We played a lot of "smear the queer" in front of good old Prospect Valley Elementary. I don't know how to describe it. It was a cross between tag and outdoor MMA without the octagon. A football was involved, or lacking that, something as simple as a towel or stick, or "hey dickhead, you're it". Whoever had the object ran through everyone one else rugby style, but no passes. If you made it through to the other side, you got to throw the object next time. Repeat until the bell rings and we have to foist a bunch of sweating, stinking, muddy, bloody boys on some hapless fourth grade teacher. If you were fast and could run away from the group, you were labeled a sissy who wouldn't stand his ground and take the beating. Most of us were far more afraid of being called a sissy than having our heads kicked in by 20 guys. We were idiots.
"Sissy" is a derivative of sister. Well, sisters are pretty tough. I don't recall any brothers giving birth, for example.
Don't worry Marty, I took no real offense - the term just jogged some repressed memories of fun beatings I took back when. Only lost a tooth once. Well, if I don't count losing my two front teeth to a playground dolphin.