Gotta be a first in our country, a VP not endorsing his President at another run for the WH.

Pence has to be a RINO. Makes you wonder why trump chose a RINO to be his VP in the first place.

Whats your favorite or best song. Post a video if it so moves you. Hook'em Horns!

Reaching out to all my networks on this. My dad, 94, fell and broke his hip, he's ok but we need to find a skilled nursing facility for him for the next three weeks or so.

I'm hoping to find someplace near The Woodlands that he and my mom could transition into a full time senior living type arrangement. It's going to be tough to keep him from wanting to go back home, and he's in reasonably good health for a 94 yo, but my mom doesn't feel like she can manage anymore.

Someplace he feels very well cared for and comfortable might help him transition. Any recommendations would be very helpful.

Ok...I thought I may have had a serious issue, whereby I had this ripping, tearing feeling in my back left upper scapular area, this happened out of nowhere, there was no event that I am aware that caused this. My first visit was with a telehealth doc, he said go to emergency room, possible partial aortic dissection...I did not go.

Week 8, still no change, also have mild burning pain, itching, and sensitivity to water from the shower head in that area. Some movements elicit a solid 8/9 on the pain scale. Went today to see orthopedic surgeon. Took many high definition x-rays, that show the following:

"TECHNIQUE: Upright cervical spine x-ray AP, lateral and bilateral oblique with left shoulder AP, Grashey, axillary and Y views. COMPARISON: None available.

FINDINGS: Cervical spine: C7-T1 anterolisthesis: 1.5 mm. Otherwise good alignment of the cervical spine with preservation of vertebral body height. Mild C3-4/C6-7, moderate C4-5/C5-6 chronic degenerative disc disease.

The facet joints are well aligned. Uncinate and facet hypertrophy is causing moderate right C4-5 and left C5-6/C6-7 foraminal stenosis. Cranial vertebral relationships are normal. The lung apices are clear.

IMPRESSION: 1.C7-T1 anterolisthesis: 1.5 mm. 2.Otherwise good cervical alignment 3.Mild C3-4/C6-7, moderate C4-5/C5-6 chronic degenerative disc disease. 4.Uncinate and facet hypertrophy is causing moderate right C4-5 and left C5-6/C6-7 foraminal stenosis."

Doc said surgery is last option due to the bundle / amount of nerves in that area, wants further MRI imaging (not sure why), and then a steroid shot. If that doesn't work wants to refer to pain management doc for possible nerve block procedures. I'm going to see one of the best chiros / PT guys in Austin Wednesday to see if he is able to "adjust" it out, and provide relief.

Any docs with input / suggestions, or OBs that have had similar, and found relief, or a long term fix.

Yes, I am coming for medical advice on a message board, IMO it is worth a try to see if any doc, or individual has had this, and suggestions. Thanks in advance.

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Ex-UT football player finds his calling is helping injured get back in the game​

By Lindsay Peyton CORRESPONDENT


Melissa Phillip/Staff photographer
Robert KilIebrew is the clinical director of a physical therapy and wellness company in the Houston area.

Photos by Melissa Phillip/Staff photographer
Robert Killebrew works with a client at FYZICAL Klein. After an injury ended any hope of a football career, Killebrew came to realize that physical therapy “is where my path is, where my strength lies.”

“As a therapist, it’s my job to create the environment for my clients to thrive,” Killebrew says.
For Robert Killebrew, the key to effective physical therapy is trust. Patients have to believe in the program and know their therapist is leading them in the right direction.
“Nobody cares how much you know until they know how much you care,” he says. It has been his guiding principle throughout his physical therapy career.

Killebrew, 39, serves as clinical director of FYZICAL Klein, having returned last year to the community where he was once a high school football star. He now helps athletes of all ages, in addition to guiding patients recovering from injuries or dealing with chronic pain.
“Everybody, from the neighborhood champion to the professional star, deserves personalized care and unwavering support,” Killebrew said.
Latrell McCutchin is one example. The 21-year-old defensive back for the University of Houston was Killebrew’s patient in Austin a few years ago.
McCutchin was in his sophomore year of high school when he tore his ACL, a crucial ligament in the knee joint. He was told it would take nine months to a year to recover.
“I ended up being cleared after 71 /2 months,” McCutchin said. “I give it all to Robert. He pushed me day in and day out. He made sure I was back to doing what I wanted to do.”
McCutchin has recommended friends to Killebrew, especially now that they are in the same city.
“I was excited to go to rehab and do better,” McCutchin said. “I had 100% trust in him.”
McCutchin knew that Killebrew had firsthand experience.
Killebrew knows what it takes to be an athlete, both at the high school and college level. He knows the importance of striving for improvement and how to succeed in the face of multiple challenges.
When faced with an injury, Killebrew proved that he could persevere.
“You always want to be around someone who’s been where you are — and who’s been where you want to go,” McCutchin said.
Finding football
Killebrew actually came to football late. The California native’s family moved to Houston when he was in the third grade, following the career of his father, Gary Killebrew.
Growing up, Killebrew was more interested in riding bikes, swimming, skateboarding and climbing trees than perfecting his spiral.
By the time he decided to try football in the seventh grade, most of his peers had been honing their skills for years.
He didn’t really know the ins and outs of the game, and he didn’t much like the sport.
“Not even a little bit,” he laughed. “I was standing on the sidelines the whole time. It was boring.”
Killebrew was on the C team, but that only challenged him to try harder.
“My mom raised no quitter,” he said.
Being a bit behind was an advantage, Killebrew decided.
“It propelled me,” he said. “I was always working.”
His high school coach told him, “You never know how good you are. So you always try to get better.”
Besides, all of Killebrew’s friends were on the A team. He soon realized that by training harder, he could join their ranks, which he did by his sophomore year.
“Everything kind of clicked,” he recalled.
The following year, Killebrew was offered his first athletic scholarship, from the University of Oklahoma. Then came another from the University of Florida. The University of California, Los Angeles followed.
Killebrew would end up receiving 30 offers for full scholarships. He was ranked as the eighth-best linebacker in the country; in some surveys, he was fifth.
Wanting to stay close to family, after graduating from Klein High School in 2003, Killebrew headed to the University of Texas at Austin, where he would become the outside linebacker for the Longhorns.
“I was surrounded by the best,” he recalled.
He was impressed by the work ethic of his teammates. “It truly embodied the idea that hard work beats talent, when talent doesn’t work hard — and that everyone has a part and is key to the success of the whole,” he said.
He was part of the team as it clinched a victory in the 2005 Rose Bowl and the 2006 NCAA National Championship.
At the same time, he immersed himself in his studies, majoring in kinesiology and minoring in business. He considered it his plan B, assuming his future would lie in the pros.
But it wasn’t in the cards.
At a crossroads
After graduating from UT in 2007, Killebrew went out for the Chicago Bears, Seattle Seahawks and the Houston Texans but never made those teams.
He took a break, went to California and became a self-described surf bum for a while. He found a job in construction and later as a substitute teacher.
Finally, his agent alerted him to an opportunity in Canada, with the Calgary Stampeders. He packed his bags and headed north.
But after only a few weeks of training, he heard a pop and felt his hamstring balling up.
“I was trying to go to practice with one leg working,” he recalled.
His coach, however, blew the whistle, saying, “I’m going to let you go. It’s just not your time.”
“I remember the feeling, the finality of it,” Killebrew said. “I knew that was the last time I was going to play football.”
The realization was crushing. Killebrew felt a sense of loss, both of identity and belonging.
“I was very depressed,” he said.
Killebrew had arrived at a crossroads, a place where athletes often find themselves when their careers come to an end.
He returned to California, back to catching waves.
“During the height of the Great Recession, I found myself taking a job at LA Fitness,” Killebrew recalled. “It was one of the few places hiring at the time.”
He had learned quite a bit about fitness as a high school and college athlete, and soaked up a lot from his coaches, trainers and teammates.
Now, he was ready to dig in deeper.
“I immersed myself in every piece of literature on performance training,” Killebrew said.
What at first seemed like just a job soon felt like a calling. Helping clients at the gym made him want to do even more to ensure their health.
“This is where my path is, where my strength lies,” he thought.
A new passion
Killebrew headed back to Texas, this time enrolling at Austin Community College, where he took all the prerequisites to study physical therapy. He also worked at Seton Medical Center in Austin as a physical therapy tech.
Next, Killebrew enrolled in the University of St. Augustine for Health Sciences, where he earned a doctorate in physical therapy.
He returned to the hospital as a full-fledged physical therapist, working on the orthopedic floor, helping patients after surgery.
“As soon as they woke up from surgery, I was the first person they saw,” Killebrew said.
He would encourage them to start moving as soon as possible and move their recovery into high gear.
Then, in 2016, Killebrew connected with an old friend, Jeremy Hills, a former Longhorn running back.
“His brother was actually my roommate in college,” Killebrew recalled.
Hills was working as a personal trainer, and Killebrew told him, “I want to work with you.”
When Hills said no paid positions were available, Killebrew was undeterred. He offered to work pro bono to build up experience in physical therapy.
The two ended up working together for three years. Killebrew also worked at Austin Physical Therapy, started by former Texas Longhorns trainer Cullen Nigrini.
Last year, Killebrew decided to come back to Houston and found a job at FYZICAL Klein.
FYZICAL is a physical therapy and wellness company with more than 525 locations across the U.S. The organization follows a holistic approach and focuses on orthopedics, sports medicine and neurological rehabilitation.
He started his post with the company in November, before the location’s soft opening in December.
“As a therapist, it’s my job to create the environment for my clients to thrive, to unlock their potential,” Killebrew said. “I believe you can be the best version of yourself, even when you don’t. I still do.”
“I don’t think there’s another profession I could see myself in,” he said. “I’m in the right place.”

Wow people complained about UT hiring Terry after a elite 8 run & this is who a big time program has selected.
Ohio State is targeting interim coach Jake Diebler as its next head men’s basketball coach, according to a report from Jeff Goodman of Field of 64.

Diebler took over for Chris Holtmann, who was dismissed in February. Since taking over the interim position with the Buckeyes, Diebler led the program to a 6-2 record down the stretch of the regular season, which included an upset victory over No. 2 Purdue in his first game in the role.



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Ohio State lost in Friday’s Big Ten tournament quarterfinal to No. 13 Illinois. It is unclear if the Buckeyes will play in the NIT or CBI, but the program will miss the NCAA tournament for the second consecutive season.

The 37-year-old Diebler has been a career assistant since his playing career at Valparaiso ended in 2009. He has been with the Buckeyes on Holtmann’s staff since the 2019 season, and this will be his first head coaching job.

And he had one job ..... (at the 30 second mark)

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While cleaning out old files this morning, I ran across this. I don't know where I got it, but I remember getting a kick out of it when I read it 20 years ago. I think it still holds up.
Remember, the prices and music references are from 1999.

Something for my Texas friends... this is quite funny.

This is an e-mail from some guy named J.D. Horne, who, according to the messages that were attached to this, is not a 21 year-old frat boy, but an attorney of indeterminate age. He sent it to his friend Brian Brice and it got forwarded around the country. You have to give the guy some props for being self-deprecating...but I hope I never meet him on game day. A chronology of events for Saturday, December 4, 1999, and the early morning hours of Sunday, December 5, 1999:

6:00 Arise, play the Eyes of Texas and Texas Fight at full-freaking blast

6:20 Get in car, drive to New Braunfels

7:30 Tee off (me and a buddy were the FIRST tee-time of the morning)

8:50 Turn 9 (crack open first beer)

8:53 Crack open second beer

8:58 Crack open...(you get the idea)

10:30 Finish 18 (holes, as well as beers), sign scorecard for smoooooth 95

10:35 Headed for San Antonio

10:50 Buy three 18-packs for pre- and post-game festivities

11:10 We decide we don't have enough booze, so we double-back to a liquor store and buy the good ol' 750 ml plastic bottle "Traveler" Jim Beam

11:50 Arrive at the tailgate spot. Awesome day. Not a single cloud in the sky. About 70 degrees.

11:55 I decide that we're going to kick the shit out of Nebraska.

11:56 I tell my first Nebraska fan to go **** himself.

12:15 The UT band walks by on the way to the Alamodome. We're on the second floor of a two-story parking garage on the corner (a couple hundred of us). We're hooting and hollering like wildmen. The band doubles back to the street right below us and serenades us with Texas Fight and The Eyes of Texas. AWESOME MOMENT.

12:25 In the post-serenade serendipity, 50-100 grown men are bumping chests with one another, each and every one of them now secure and certain of the fact that we are going to kick the shit out of Nebraska.

1:00 The Nebraska band walks by on the way to the Alamodome. Again, we hoot and holler like wildmen. Again, the band doubles back and stops right below us to serenade us, this time, however, with the Nebraska fight songs. *Although somewhat impressed by their spirit and verve, we remain convinced that we are going to kick the shit out of Nebraska.

1:30 I begin the walk to the Alamodome, somehow managing to stuff the "Traveler" and 11 cans of beer into my pants.

1:47 I am in line surrounded by Nebraska fans. They are taunting me. I am taunting back, still certain that we are going to kick the shit out of Nebraska. I decide to challenge a particularly vocal Nebraska fan to play what I now call and will forever be remembered as "Cell-Phone Flop Out." Remember flop out for a dollar? The rules are similar. I tell this Nebraska jackass that if he's so confident in his team, he should "flop out" his cell phone RIGHT NOW and make plane reservations to Phoenix for the Fiesta Bowl. And then I spoke these memorable words: "And not those damn refundable tickets, either! You request those non-refundable, non-transferrable sons-of-bitches!" He backs down. He is unworthy. I call Southwest Airlines and buy two tickets to Phoenix, non-refundable and non-transferrable. Price: $712. He is humbled. He lowers his head in shame. I raise my cell phone in triumph to the cheers of hundreds of Texas fans. I am KING and these are my subjects. I distribute the 11 beers in my pants to the cheering masses. I RULE the pre-game kingdom.

2:34 Kickoff. Brimming with confidence, I open the Traveler and pour my first stiffy.

2:45 I notice something troubling: Nebraska is big. Nebraska is fast. Nebraska is very pissed off at Texas.

3:01 The first quarter mercifully ends. 9 yards total offense for Texas. Zero first downs for Texas. I'm still talking shit. I pour another stiffy from the Traveler.

3:36 Four minutes to go in the first half: the Traveler is a dead soldier. I buy my first $5 beer from the Alamodome merchants. While I am standing in line, a center snap nearly decapitates Major Applewhite and rolls out of the end zone. Safety.

3:56 Halftime score: Nebraska 15, Texas 0. I wish I had another Traveler.

4:11 While urinating next to a Nebraska fan in the bathroom at halftime, I attempt to revive the classic Brice-ism from the South Bend bathroom: "Hey, buddy, niiiiiiiiice cock." He is unamused.

4:21 I buy my 2nd and 3rd $5 beer from the Alamodome merchants. I share my beer with two high school girls sitting behind me. Surprisingly, they are equipped with a flask full of vodka. I send them off to purchase Sprites, so that we may consume their vodka. I have not lost faith. Nebraska is a bunch of pussies.

4:51 No more vodka. The girls sitting behind me have fled for their lives. I purchase two more $5 beers from the Alamodome merchants.

5:18 Score is Nebraska 22, Texas 0. I am beginning to lose faith. This normally would trouble me, but I am too drunk to see the football field.

5:27 I call Southwest Airlines: "I'm sorry, sir. Those tickets have been confirmed and are non-refundable and non-transferrable."

5:37 I try to start a fight with every person behind the concession counter. As it turns out, the Alamodome has a policy that no beer can be sold when there is less than 10 minutes on the game clock. I am enraged by this policy. I ask loudly: "Why the **** didn't you announce last call over the ****ing PA system??!!"

5:49 Back in my seats, I am slumped in my chair in defeat. All of a sudden, the Texas crowd goes absolutely nuts. "Whazzis?," I mutter, awaking from my coma, "Iz we winnig? Did wez scort?" Alas, the answer is no, we were not winning and we did not score. The largest (by far) cheer of the day from the Texas faithful occurred when the handlers were walking back to the tunnel and Bevo stopped to take a gargantuan shit all over the letters "S", "K", and "A" in the "Nebraska" spelled out in their end zone. I cheer wildly. I pick up the empty Traveler bottle and stick my tongue in it. I am thirsty.

6:16 Nebraska fans are going berserk as I walk back to the truck. I would taunt them with some off-color remarks about their parentage, but I am too drunk to form complete sentences. With my last cognitive thought of the evening, I take solace in the fact that if we had not beaten them in October, they would be playing Florida State for the national championship.

6:30 Back in the car. On the way back to Austin for the 8:00 Texas-Arizona tip off. We can still salvage the day! I crack open a beer. *It is warm. I don't care.

7:12 We have stopped for gas. I am hungry. I go inside the store. I walk past the beer frig. I notice a Zima. I've never had a Zima. I wonder if it's any good. I pull a Zima from the frig. I twist the top off and drink the Zima in three swallows. Zima sucks. I replace the empty bottle in the frig.

7:17 There is a Blimpie Subs in the store. I walk to where the ingredients are, where the person usually makes the sub. There is no one there. I lean over the counter and scoop out half a bucket of black olives. I eat them. I am still hungry. I lean further over the counter and grab approximately two pounds of Pastrami. I walk out of the store grunting and eating Pastrami. The patrons in the store fear me. I don't care.

8:01 We are in South Austin. I have been drinking warm beer and singing Brooks and Dunn tunes for over an hour. My truck-mate is tired of my singing. He suggests that perhaps Brooks and Dunn have written other good songs besides "You're Going to Miss Me When I'm Gone" and "Neon Moon" and that maybe listening to only those two songs, ten times each was a bit excessive. Perhaps, he suggests, I could just let the CD play on its own. I tell him to **** off and restart "Neon Moon."

8:30 We arrive at the Erwin Center. My truckmate, against my loud and profane protestations, parks on the top floor of a nearby parking garage. I tell him he's an idiot. I tell him we will never get out. I tell him we may as well pitch a ****ing tent here. He ignores me. I think he's still pissed about the Brooks and Dunn tunes. I whistle "Neon Moon" loudly.

8:47 I am rallying. I have 4 warm beers stuffed in my pants. We're going to kick the shit out of Arizona.

9:11 Halftime score: Texas 31, Arizona 29. I am pleased. I go to the bathroom to pee for the 67th time today. I giggle to myself because of the new opportunity to do "the bathroom Brice." There are no Arizona fans in the bathroom. I am disappointed. I tell myself (out loud) that I have a "Niiiiiice cock." No one is amused but me.

9:41 I walk to the bathroom while drinking Bud Light out of a can. Needless to say, they do not sell beer at the Erwin Center, much less Bud Light out of a can. I am stopped by an usher: "Where did you get that, sir?" I tell him (no shit): "Oh, the cheerleaders were throwing them up with those little plastic footballs. Would you mind throwing this away for me?" I take the last swig and hand it to him. He is confused. I pretend I'm going to the bathroom, but I run away giggling instead. I duck into some entrance to avoid the usher, who is now pursuing me. I sneak into a large group of people and sit down. The usher walks by harmlessly. I am giggling like a little girl. I crack open another can of Bud Light.

9:52 I am lost. In my haste to avoid the usher, I have lost my bearings. I have no ticket stub. I cannot find my seats. Texas is losing.

10:09 Texas is being screwed by the refs. I am enraged. I have cleared out the seats around me because I keep removing my hat and beating the surrounding chairs with it. A concerned fan asks if I'm OK and perhaps I shouldn't take it so seriously. I tell him to **** off.

10:15 After the fourth consecutive "worst ****ing call I have EVER seen," I attempt to remove my hat again to begin beating inanimate objects. However, on this occasion I miscalculate and I thumbnail myself in my left eyelid, leaving a one-quarter inch gash over my eye. I am now bleeding into my left eye and all over my shirt. "Perhaps," I think to myself, "I'm taking this a bit too seriously."

10:22 I am standing in the bathroom peeing. I'm so drunk I am swaying and grunting. I have a bloody napkin pressed on my left eye. My pants are bloody. I have my (formerly) white shirt wrapped around my waist. I look like I should be in an episode of Cops.

10:43 Texas has lost. I put my bloody white shirt back on my body and make my way for the exits. I am stopped every 20 seconds by a good samaritan/cop/security guard to ask me why I am covered in blood, but I merely grunt incoherently and keep moving.

10:59 With my one good eye, I have located the parking garage. I walk up six flights of stairs, promise that when I see my friend I will punch him in the face for making me walk up six flights of stairs, find the truck, and collapse in a heap in the bed of the truck. I look around and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I take a nap.

11:17 I awake from my nap. I see my friend in the driver's seat. I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I am too tired to punch my friend. I call my friend a "Stupid cocksucker."

11:31 I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I call my friend a "Stupid cocksucker."

11:38 I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I call my friend a "Stupid cocksucker."

11:47 I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I call my friend a "Stupid cocksucker."

11:58 I am jostled. The truck is moving. I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is beginning to move on the second floor. I jump out of the truck, walk to the edge of the parking facility, and pee off the sixth floor onto the street below. My friend looks at me like I just anally violated his minor sister. I turn around and pee on the front of his truck while singing the lyrics to "Neon Moon."

12:11 We are moving. We are out of beer. I jump from the truck and go from vehicle to vehicle until someone gives me two beers. I am happy. I return to my vehicle.

12:26 We have emerged from the parking facility. We make our way to my apartment and find Ed sitting on the couch with a freshly opened bottle of Glenlivet on the coffee table in front of him. We are all going to die tonight.

12:59 We have finished three-quarters of the bottle of Glenlivet. We decide it would be a wonderful idea to go dancing at PollyEsther's. Ed has to pee. He walks down the hall to our apartment and directly into the full length mirror at the end of the hall, smashing it into hundreds of pieces. We giggle uncontrollably and leave for PollyEsther's.

1:17 The PollyEsther's doorman laughs uncontrollably at our efforts to enter his club. "Fellas," he says in between his fits of spastic laughter, "I've been working this door for almost a year. I've been working doors in this town for almost 5 years. And I can honestly say that I ain't never seen three drunker mother****ers than you three. Sorry, can't let you in." We attempt to reason with him. He laughs harder.

1:44 We find a bar that lets us in. We take two steps in the door and hear "Last call for alcohol!" I turn to the group and mutter: "See, dat wasn't that ****in' hard. Day don't ****in' do that at the Awamo...the awaom...the alab...**** it, that stadium we was at today..." We order 6 shots of tequila and three beers.

2:15 Back on the street. We need food. We hail a cab to take us the two and one half blocks to Katz's. The cab fare is $1.60. We give him $10 and tell him to keep it.

2:17 There is a 20 minute wait. We give the hostess $50. We are seated immediately.

2:25 We order two orders of fried pickles, a Cobb salad, a bowl of soup, two orders of Blueberry blintzes, two Reuben sandwiches, a hamburger, two cheese stuffed potatoes, an order of fries, and an order of onion rings.

2:39 The food arrives. We are all asleep with our heads on the table. The waiter wakes us up. We eat every ****ing bit of our food. Most of the restaurant patrons around us are disgusted. We don't give a ****. The tab is $112 with tip.

2:46 I'm sleepy.

9:12 I wake up next to a strange woman. She is the bartender at Katz's. She is not pretty.

HOOK 'EM HORNS, BABY!!! Out-

@drunk randoke broke a window and helped himself to some Pizza Hut.

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Be kind to each other. It is better to commit faults with gentleness than to work miracles with unkindness.
~~~~~~~~~~ Mother Teresa

Depending on our experiences, we may need to re-program ourselves as adults, if we are to be gentle first with ourselves. Maybe we have a long-standing pattern of abusing ourselves, and feeling the shame. Maybe it's just simpler to remind ourselves constantly of our mistakes, instead of facing accountability and making amends. We decide that if we admit our mistakes and our past, then we'll be rejected. Again. So we build a barricade of aggression and hostility. "A fortress deep and mighty" as Simon & Garfunkel once described.

Tear it down and let it go. Being gentle with ourselves isn't an invitation to be dishonest about our mistakes. It's taking that reality, pain and all, and treating ourselves as being worthwhile. As we build ourselves back up, we'll regain the strength and confidence to be gentle with those around us. They'll like that.

Today, let us be gentle with ourselves, and taste the strength it brings us.

Blessings,
NT
1 Cor 13: 1-3
In memory of Allen Jones, a truly gentle spirit.

PS Happy St. Patrick's Day, and Happy Birthday to two very dear friends, one here, the other I grew up with. Good guys, essential parts of my life.

Apologies aren't meant to change the past; they're meant to change the future.
~~~~~~~~~~~ Kevin Hancock

In his book, How to Pray: A Simple Guide for Normal People, author Pete Grieg tells a great story about an evening when he was driving with his wife and children, on the way to a movie. Another driver cut them off in traffic, and Pete just lost it. He began screaming at the other driver, which led Pete's wife to scream at him for setting a bad example. Pete, in turn, screamed back at her, and she responded by doing what women do best---she went stone cold silent. They went on to the movie, all enjoyed it, and life moved on. Sort of.

Later, as Pete began his bedtime ritual of prayer, he concluded that "God was siding with my wife...I shouldn't have yelled. Lord, help me be more patient tomorrow." But it didn't end there. To cut to the chase, he ended his day by apologizing first to his wife, then room by room to each of his children. Basically for being a bit of a jackass. He would later write that "It's a silly, mundane story, but that's the whole point." If we as people of faith are to be changed, if we are to be "conformed" into the likeness of the God we claim to believe in, it'll happen not through some single glorious event, but through a thousand small choices just like this.

What Godly choices can we make today?

Blessings and Peace as we begin this work week.
NT
Matthew 5: 23-24
In memory of Allen Jones, who took to heart Ben Franklin's advice to "Never ruin an apology with an excuse."

Not sure about the year but lol all you can eat for $3.29. Wonder what it would cost today to have fed them the same meal?

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FINAL
Texas - 4
Washington - 3


Winning Pitcher: Max Grubbs (2-0)
Losing Pitcher: Spencer Dessart
Save: Andre Duplantier (1)
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RECAP
After an hour and 20 minute delay, the Horns looked to salvage the weekend and avoid a sweep at the hands of Washington. The Longhorns came out in the Bottom 1st on a mission to get on base and take advantage of the command issues from starting pitcher Spencer Dessart. They did exactly that. Jared Thomas and Peyton Powell earned back to back walks and then both were moved into scoring position when Jalin Flores hit a soft chopper to 3B. Porter Brown then reached on a fielders choice, but that brought home the first run of the game. Rylan Galvan then hit a ground out to 2B, brining home the 2nd run of the game.

The Horns would tack on another run in the Bottom 2nd as Jack O'Dowd led the inning off with a double, followed up by a Will Gasparino walk, leading to the removal of starter Dessart. Relief pitcher Isaac Yeager got Jared Thomas to ground out to 3B, moving both runners into scoring position. Peyton Powell then drew a walk to load the bases, bringing up Jalin Flores, who hit a pop up to shallow RF, but it allowed Jack to tag and score to make it 3-0.

The Horns scored their 4th and final run of the game in the Bottom 3rd as Casey Borba drew a 2 out walk via hit by pitch, followed by a single down the LF line by Jack O'Dowd. Will Gasparino then drew a walk to load the bases again, prompting Coach Kelly of Washington to go to the pen again to bring in Gianluca Shinn. With the bases loaded and 2 outs, Jared Thomas drew a 4 pitch walk to score Casey Borba from 3rd base to make it 4-0. Unfortunately, the Horns left the bases loaded as Powell grounded out.

Despite the defense committing three errors and committing one himself, starter Max Grubbs was outstanding on the mound for the Horns, going 6 innings, scattering 5 hits, walking 2, striking out 2, and allowing just 1 run. Grubbs provided the Horns exactly what they needed which was length and consistency on the mound, especially important given the defensive lapses behind him today.

Cole Selvig came on relief in the 7th inning and despite hitting the first batter he faced with a fastball that run inside, he put up a zero on the board to preserve the Horns 4-1 lead. In the Top 8th, Selvig ran into trouble as Jeter Ybarra hit a single to left CF to lead off, followed by a home run to RF by AJ Guerrero, which the wind helped push over the fence to make it 4-3. Gut check time!

Andre Duplantier came into the game in relief of Selvig and immediately got a ground out from pinch hitter Fossum. Dre then gave up a single back up the middle, to the groans of Horn fans everywhere. All is well that ends well though, as Peyton Powell gunned down the runner attempting to steal on a hard slider with a perfect throw to Dee Kennedy at 2B. On the very next pitch, Duplantier got the swing and miss to end the game and give the Horns the win, earning Duplantier his first save of the season.

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BIG MOMENT
In the Top 8th, with 1 out and a runner on 1B, Peyton Powell threw a perfect ball to Dee Kennedy at 2B to tag out the runner for the 2nd out of the inning. That was a massive moment as holding runners has been a problem all season and this is only Powell's second game behind the plate for the Horns this season and his career.



INDIVIDUAL PERFORMANCE
RHP Max Grubbs has always had the mentality and now he appears to have started putting together the pitching as well. Grubbs was named the started this morning and despite wet conditions and 3 defensive lapses behind him, he was excellent on the mound for the Horns and put them in an opportunity to win the ball game. Tip of the cap.

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TAKEAWAYS

Grades:
Starting Pitching: A
Bullpen: B
Hitting: B
Defense: C

Competing in all three phases of the game continues to be a problem. Good news today is that the Horns got enough hitting and superb starting pitching to overcome the Huskies, though the bullpen made it interesting in the end.

Jared Thomas and Peyton Powell were much better at the plate today, earning a combined 4 walks. While Flores did not have anything to show for it, his ABs helped the the Horns bring in a run and move the runners over. Porter Brown continues to confound as it feels like he is just pressing too much right now. I would recommend to the staff they move him down in the order to take some pressure off. Max Belyeu had a weekend to forget after doing so well last weekend during the Tech series. Freshman Casey Borba bounced back after two poor games at the plate to show a much more mature approach, while fellow Cali freshman Will Gasparino doubled his walks on the season by drawing two today. Lastly, Jack O'Dowd had a nice 2-3 day, including a lead off standup double, which saw him come around to score. If he can continue to put together solid ABs, it makes the bottom of the lineup much stronger.

I thought Cole Selvig looked solid today, but he had a lot of arm side run on his fastball and appeared to over throw his cutter at times. That said, it was a very important outing to build off of.

Defensively...it was wet out there and slick, but those are plays they need to make. It happens.

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NEXT UP

Horns will host Air Force (9-9, 5-1 Mountain West) for two mid-week games on Tuesday (630pm) and Wednesday (4pm)

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Frank Luntz Shocked By Trump's Strong Chances In 2024, Says "He is the Republican Party Now​

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