Talk about your day thread

[wease]

By the time we left for the competition it had turned to rain. God, what a mess

[Peeps]

wednesday they cancelled schools or had two hour delays due to a winter storm coming this way. we didnt get a single 1/4 inch of snow at all

[JuanHamm]

The roads are pretty icy around here. We had a pretty good amount of snow yesterday and the day before and then it melted and refroze.

[spike]

wednesday they cancelled schools or had two hour delays due to a winter storm coming this way. we didnt get a single 1/4 inch of snow at all

Lots of “in my day, we didn’t cancel school til there was snow on the ground” on socials these days. I’m sure these recollections are completely accurate.

[dad]

wednesday they cancelled schools or had two hour delays due to a winter storm coming this way. we didnt get a single 1/4 inch of snow at all

Lots of “in my day, we didn’t cancel school til there was snow on the ground” on socials these days. I’m sure these recollections are completely accurate.

one day, maybe it was last year...Oklahoma school districts canceled school because the temps were in single digits. no ice or snow was on the ground, nor was there a drop of precip.

Growing up in Connecticut, I can't recall ever having had that happen, and we'd get far more snow they I've seen out here.

[spike]

wednesday they cancelled schools or had two hour delays due to a winter storm coming this way. we didnt get a single 1/4 inch of snow at all

Lots of “in my day, we didn’t cancel school til there was snow on the ground” on socials these days. I’m sure these recollections are completely accurate.

one day, maybe it was last year...Oklahoma school districts canceled school because the temps were in single digits. no ice or snow was on the ground, nor was there a drop of precip.

Growing up in Connecticut, I can't recall ever having had that happen, and we'd get far more snow they I've seen out here.

Middle of the country gets colder than the coasts.

[dad]

wednesday they cancelled schools or had two hour delays due to a winter storm coming this way. we didnt get a single 1/4 inch of snow at all

Lots of “in my day, we didn’t cancel school til there was snow on the ground” on socials these days. I’m sure these recollections are completely accurate.

one day, maybe it was last year...Oklahoma school districts canceled school because the temps were in single digits. no ice or snow was on the ground, nor was there a drop of precip.

Growing up in Connecticut, I can't recall ever having had that happen, and we'd get far more snow they I've seen out here.

Middle of the country gets colder than the coasts.

sure, but enough to take a day off? nah...

[spike]

wednesday they cancelled schools or had two hour delays due to a winter storm coming this way. we didnt get a single 1/4 inch of snow at all

Lots of “in my day, we didn’t cancel school til there was snow on the ground” on socials these days. I’m sure these recollections are completely accurate.

one day, maybe it was last year...Oklahoma school districts canceled school because the temps were in single digits. no ice or snow was on the ground, nor was there a drop of precip.

Growing up in Connecticut, I can't recall ever having had that happen, and we'd get far more snow they I've seen out here.

Middle of the country gets colder than the coasts.

sure, but enough to take a day off? nah...

Doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. In Chicago, it needs to be like windchill -10 or something. The concern is kids getting to and from school.

[Peeps]

wednesday they cancelled schools or had two hour delays due to a winter storm coming this way. we didnt get a single 1/4 inch of snow at all

Lots of “in my day, we didn’t cancel school til there was snow on the ground” on socials these days. I’m sure these recollections are completely accurate.

well to be fair "back in my day" we didnt have bus stops every 12 feet. we had to walk 5-15 minutes to the bus stop. personally my stop was lucky because it was in front of a serbian club and they would leave the foryer open for us to avoid the cold.

but i honestly cant recall school being canceled for temps (maybe it didnt get that cold back then). i do recall a bus ride home where it took over an hour to get all the stops because of the snow and slush on the roads. cant recall if that storm snuck up on us or not

[dad]

Just got home from one of the twins' youth basketball games. It's a rec league; the kids practice 20-30min before each game. His team got behind early and was down by 9 at the half. They play two 25-minute halves. The other team's coach spent the entire game screaming at the refs, who are teenagers. He was screaming for foul calls the whole game. It got to the point where his kids started getting chippy. So much, so that one of our kids reacted by throwing a punch, which is not cool.

After the punch, parents walked onto the court, and the other coach walked over to our team's bench and was yelling at our coach. Our coach is a pretty big dude, and would likely have murdered this dude, but our guy kept his cool and ignored him while the teenage refs intervened.

I get that sports are about competition, but it's a bunch of 10/11yo kids who are out there playing for fun, and this league emphasizes sportsmanship and so on. I'm not so naive that I think everyone should get a trophy, or you shouldn't play to win. I just feel like that other coach changed the energy of the game by screaming his displeasure. It's not AAU or any other pipeline to higher-level play. It's messy at best.

It was embarrassing to witness, and for my kid to see it.

Our kids lost by 2, and will likely face the same team in the season final.

Oh, and to make it worse, my kids' mom started yelling at the other coach.

[Chris_H_2]

Just got home from one of the twins' youth basketball games. It's a rec league; the kids practice 20-30min before each game. His team got behind early and was down by 9 at the half. They play two 25-minute halves. The other team's coach spent the entire game screaming at the refs, who are teenagers. He was screaming for foul calls the whole game. It got to the point where his kids started getting chippy. So much, so that one of our kids reacted by throwing a punch, which is not cool.

After the punch, parents walked onto the court, and the other coach walked over to our team's bench and was yelling at our coach. Our coach is a pretty big dude, and would likely have murdered this dude, but our guy kept his cool and ignored him while the teenage refs intervened.

I get that sports are about competition, but it's a bunch of 10/11yo kids who are out there playing for fun, and this league emphasizes sportsmanship and so on. I'm not so naive that I think everyone should get a trophy, or you shouldn't play to win. I just feel like that other coach changed the energy of the game by screaming his displeasure. It's not AAU or any other pipeline to higher-level play. It's messy at best.

It was embarrassing to witness, and for my kid to see it.

Our kids lost by 2, and will likely face the same team in the season final.

Oh, and to make it worse, my kids' mom started yelling at the other coach.

i'm assuming because they lost your kids get no dinner tonight, right?

dinner's for winners

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

Just got home from one of the twins' youth basketball games. It's a rec league; the kids practice 20-30min before each game. His team got behind early and was down by 9 at the half. They play two 25-minute halves. The other team's coach spent the entire game screaming at the refs, who are teenagers. He was screaming for foul calls the whole game. It got to the point where his kids started getting chippy. So much, so that one of our kids reacted by throwing a punch, which is not cool.

After the punch, parents walked onto the court, and the other coach walked over to our team's bench and was yelling at our coach. Our coach is a pretty big dude, and would likely have murdered this dude, but our guy kept his cool and ignored him while the teenage refs intervened.

I get that sports are about competition, but it's a bunch of 10/11yo kids who are out there playing for fun, and this league emphasizes sportsmanship and so on. I'm not so naive that I think everyone should get a trophy, or you shouldn't play to win. I just feel like that other coach changed the energy of the game by screaming his displeasure. It's not AAU or any other pipeline to higher-level play. It's messy at best.

It was embarrassing to witness, and for my kid to see it.

Our kids lost by 2, and will likely face the same team in the season final.

Oh, and to make it worse, my kids' mom started yelling at the other coach.

i'm assuming because they lost your kids get no dinner tonight, right?

dinner's for winners

he's with his mom, so I guess she'll decide that.

Damn dad. Do your kids enjoy this league?

He likes it, but has already expressed a desire to play where he'd have to practice on a regular basis, learn fundamentals, etc.

If I'm honest, he needs the structure of a full-time coach, who will teach him to look for a teammate to pass to, put up his hands on defense, and not walk down the court to play defense--all things he'd wind up getting benched for.

[Bammer]

Dad - our kids game this morning. Same deal. Other coach in the teenager ref’s ear the whole time.

Difference is his team sucked and we won comfortably with ol’ Bam sitting on the bench the whole time.

[VinylGuy]

Drank Rosé yesterday and tonight. Got sushi yesterday and burrata tonight. I sure need to go back to the gym next week.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[VinylGuy]

i love the image of listening to NIN next to a fire

which album?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

'Satellite' is particularly rad on headphones.

[Chris_H_2]

'Satellite' is particularly rad on headphones.

Listening to Dave Matthews Band and sobbing again?