Red Mosquito

Peeps wrote: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

spike wrote:

Peeps wrote: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 wrote:

spike wrote:

Peeps wrote: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 wrote:

dad wrote:

spike wrote:

Peeps wrote: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 wrote:

spike wrote:

dad wrote:

spike wrote:

Peeps wrote: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 wrote:

Peeps wrote: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 wrote: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.

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote: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 wrote:Damn dad. Do your kids enjoy this league?

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

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