I think he will go out there against Ill. I didn't see them on the schedule or I would have held the vigil for their guy. Oster may win the lottery now.01/08/16 at Illinois * Champaign, Illinois 7:00 PM CT
01/10/16 at Northwestern * Evanston, Illinois 2:00 PM CT
01/15/16 at Wisconsin *Madison, Wisconsin 8:00 PM CT
01/22/16 vs. Purdue * Iowa City, Iowa 8:00 PM CT
01/24/16 at Nebraska * Lincoln, Nebraska 2:00 PM CT
01/29/16 vs. Minnesota *Iowa City, Iowa 8:00 PM CT
02/05/16 vs. Indiana * Iowa City, Iowa 7:00 PM CT
02/12/16 at Montana State - Northern Havre, Montana
Just a guessing but I would bet the friday home meet vs Purdue is the first time we see Brody take the mat this season? It just seems like the timing and location match up with how cautious this staff is with our NCAA wildcard. Let him go on the road trips and warm up as if he was going to start for 3 meets then unleash that buzzsaw at home?
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Well, as fans of course we all want to see him ASAP. All of these guys he could potentially face are DI wrestlers for a reason. All have the potential of tearing your head or shoulder off if so inclined.
As far as I'm concerned anyway, the matchup should be the least of their concerns. If Brody is good enough, he'll beat whomever he gets put out there against, and if the coaching staff believes that as well, then it appears the health aspect and minimizing the chances of a reoccurring injury is the main criteria, as it should be. There are no guarantee's however, with Brody or anyone else, so there is going to be a bit of a "roll the dice" aspect to it whenever it does happen. They watch him every day in the wrestling room, so unless he's riding a stationary bike or wearing a red singlet like a QB in practice that says "don't touch me", he'll be taxing his shoulder and everything else that gets worked on in a normal day of wrestling practice. In the meantime, every day he makes weight at 141 and hangs around that weight is a good day.
So Brody isn't going to snatch the pebble from Brands hand this week............................ guess we'll have to be patient.
He very well could. I dont really know it just seems to me that if he isnt quite game shape ready for tomorrow then im not sure one week later is the answer? I get the slow play feeling that mentally and physically warming him up once or twice for a start for a few weeks then let him go vs either Carton or Ryan (whoever doesnt get the start) in the backroom seems like the way it will go down. He obviosly got cleared by the doctor a week ago if hes been going live again. Just a matter of clearing Dr Tom now. That why i predicted Purdue.
I agree id like to see him go asap for matches sake since its obvious the NCAA commitee heavily frowns on lack of matches in the past. But really 141 is the only weight i dont really care about our guys seed. Id feel sorry for someone who got a 13 seed Grothus in their path. That will be a Cody Brewer type roadblock.
I do think one thing is his first time out could be like Sorny's was vs Moreno last year where I think his adrenaline will work against him and zap him out a bit. Not sure if its better to be in Carver for that or away? Between that and the cut and being in "gameshape" I would cation everyone not to judge him too quick if he does tank out so to speak in the 3rd. I expect it. Its a lot to put on the kid first time back. IMO it will be more a adrenaline zap than he is struggling with the weight.
Of course there isnt a man alive who will make it to the 3rd vs him so we may never see this.
I was always a little uneasy about the Midlands plan. Not that I was against it, but it was highly doubtful he was going to get more than a couple of matches. Always felt like he would be taking up a spot from a youngster who could better use the experience and potentially get 3-6 matches.
From an experience standpoint Brody could certainly use the matches as he doesn't have much mat time the past two seasons. I understand your point though about giving the younger guys valuable experience.
I wanted to see what Brody could do at 141 at Midlands. I can also see how it might be better to have him come back for a couple dual matches in a week instead of 5 or 6 matches in two days right away. Either way I am ready to see Brody put everyone on notice that he is looking for a title in March.
I also need to pad my stats a little. This seems like the thread to do it in.
Navarone and I were having a drink the other day and he said Brody is "for sure" wrestling on the Illinois road trip. Happy and safe Holidays to all the Hawkeye fans out there.
It's been reported that he's been holding his weight. Seems he hasn't had enough mat time and is still recovering from surgery.
Wow Brody no wrestle me disappointed but okay 7 to the semi-finals although would have liked to see kemdawg win
Yes, in 1993. Oklahoma State signed for my transfer two days before the Big 10 Tournament.
This sounds like a great story please tell us more Mr Brinzer. Why would the pokes sign your transfer?
This is a pretty funny Ray Brinzer article:
http://www.collegian.psu.edu/archives/article_3a267a95-bf9a-587c-9ad9-2791019fd16f.html
http://www.collegian.psu.edu/archives/article_3a267a95-bf9a-587c-9ad9-2791019fd16f.html
It's actually not much of a story in itself. In the 1990-91 season, the year I was at Okie State, the NCAA began investigating the OSU program. The major outcome of that was that the team was barred from the post-season tournaments in 1993. My guess is that they didn't particularly want to sign, but that it'd look bad if they kept me out under the circumstances. It's important to show the NCAA that you're contrite, and want to change your ways. They're very paternalistic and condescending, and they like it when people act like their opinions are important.
So, since that was kind of boring, and you asked for a story, I'll fill in a little context. I guess I'm sort of hijacking the thread, but it's really your fault.
During the 1991-92 season I went to Bulgaria to train Greco. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough money to just wrestle in Europe indefinitely, so when I came back to the states I enrolled in the summer session at Iowa. I didn't actually tell anyone I was there, and nobody seemed to know where I'd gone after my freshman year, so it was kind of a funny situation when I got tired of being off the mat, and showed up in the room to try to get a workout. The first people I passed on my way in were (if I recall correctly) Gable, Mike Chapman, and Randy Lewis. I just said, "Hi," and kept going.
I don't think Gable seriously believed I'd become eligible. I couldn't work out with the team until I was released, but I could with the Hawkeye Wrestling Club. That gave me a lot of freedom, put me in with the best workout group (Alger, Steve Hamilton, Travis Fiser, etc.), and I really only did freestyle all season.
That was the year that Gable put up the curtain in the room, because the club couldn't practice in the same room with the team. So one side of the curtain was one room, and the other side was a different room. Gable couldn't switch between practices, so he stayed on the team side, and never, ever looked past the curtain or said anything to us. I promise.
(On a totally unrelated note: is there a statute of limitations on NCAA rules? I always kind of wondered.)
As a bonus, I spent Christmas break at Foxcatcher, rather than having to come back after a few days like everyone else. In short, Oklahoma State couldn't have arranged a better season for me if they tried.
The transfer came through two days before Big 10s, and Gable put me in Keith Trammell's spot without a wrestle-off. So I went into the tournament unranked, and 0-0.
1993 was a big year for Penn State; on paper, they were supposed to win Big 10s, and they had a good shot at winning NCAAs. One of their important point scorers was their 177 pounder, Matt White. Matt was ranked 2nd. He was also my high school teammate.
Because I was a late entry, my name didn't make it into the program. None of the other teams knew I was going to be there; in fact, nobody really knew where I'd disappeared to. And because I was unranked, I got a pigtail match against one of the top-ranked wrestlers. And unlike the rest of the tournament, which was double elimination, if you lost a pigtail match you were out immediately.
So it was kind of a funny scene when, the first match of the morning, on a corner mat near the tunnel, I walked out to wrestle Matt. He didn't seem very happy to see me, which I thought was a little unkind coming from a friend I hadn't seen in a long time. Under the circumstances it was probably understandable, though.
My parents came over to that corner to watch, and soon discovered that they were sitting in the Penn State section. The Penn State crowd, being mostly fellow Pennsylvanians, quickly recognized me. They weren't very happy to see me either. I only caught angry noise, but apparently there were some very hard slovos against your Friend and Humble Narrator, and against Gable, who, they surmised, had hired me as a mercenary. The actual language doesn't bear repeating in print, and my parents quietly moved away.
So I won the match 6-0, Penn State got no points from one of their top guys, and we all lived with varying degrees of happiness ever after.
The End.
Now go to sleep!
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This had me laughing pretty hard.
I still remember the ISU match in I believe 1995 where you pinned their guy without breaking a sweat and then just walked over to the bench, put on you glasses and sat down to watch the rest of the dual.
This might be the best thing I've ever read on this forum. Thanks for filling in the details, Ray.It's actually not much of a story in itself. In the 1990-91 season, the year I was at Okie State, the NCAA began investigating the OSU program. The major outcome of that was that the team was barred from the post-season tournaments in 1993. My guess is that they didn't particularly want to sign, but that it'd look bad if they kept me out under the circumstances. It's important to show the NCAA that you're contrite, and want to change your ways. They're very paternalistic and condescending, and they like it when people act like their opinions are important.
So, since that was kind of boring, and you asked for a story, I'll fill in a little context. I guess I'm sort of hijacking the thread, but it's really your fault.
During the 1991-92 season I went to Bulgaria to train Greco. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough money to just wrestle in Europe indefinitely, so when I came back to the states I enrolled in the summer session at Iowa. I didn't actually tell anyone I was there, and nobody seemed to know where I'd gone after my freshman year, so it was kind of a funny situation when I got tired of being off the mat, and showed up in the room to try to get a workout. The first people I passed on my way in were (if I recall correctly) Gable, Mike Chapman, and Randy Lewis. I just said, "Hi," and kept going.
I don't think Gable seriously believed I'd become eligible. I couldn't work out with the team until I was released, but I could with the Hawkeye Wrestling Club. That gave me a lot of freedom, put me in with the best workout group (Alger, Steve Hamilton, Travis Fiser, etc.), and I really only did freestyle all season.
That was the year that Gable put up the curtain in the room, because the club couldn't practice in the same room with the team. So one side of the curtain was one room, and the other side was a different room. Gable couldn't switch between practices, so he stayed on the team side, and never, ever looked past the curtain or said anything to us. I promise.
(On a totally unrelated note: is there a statute of limitations on NCAA rules? I always kind of wondered.)
As a bonus, I spent Christmas break at Foxcatcher, rather than having to come back after a few days like everyone else. In short, Oklahoma State couldn't have arranged a better season for me if they tried.
The transfer came through two days before Big 10s, and Gable put me in Keith Trammell's spot without a wrestle-off. So I went into the tournament unranked, and 0-0.
1993 was a big year for Penn State; on paper, they were supposed to win Big 10s, and they had a good shot at winning NCAAs. One of their important point scorers was their 177 pounder, Matt White. Matt was ranked 2nd. He was also my high school teammate.
Because I was a late entry, my name didn't make it into the program. None of the other teams knew I was going to be there; in fact, nobody really knew where I'd disappeared to. And because I was unranked, I got a pigtail match against one of the top-ranked wrestlers. And unlike the rest of the tournament, which was double elimination, if you lost a pigtail match you were out immediately.
So it was kind of a funny scene when, the first match of the morning, on a corner mat near the tunnel, I walked out to wrestle Matt. He didn't seem very happy to see me, which I thought was a little unkind coming from a friend I hadn't seen in a long time. Under the circumstances it was probably understandable, though.
My parents came over to that corner to watch, and soon discovered that they were sitting in the Penn State section. The Penn State crowd, being mostly fellow Pennsylvanians, quickly recognized me. They weren't very happy to see me either. I only caught angry noise, but apparently there were some very hard slovos against your Friend and Humble Narrator, and against Gable, whom, they surmised, had hired me as a mercenary. The actual language doesn't bear repeating in print, and my parents quietly moved away.
So I won the match 6-0, Penn State got no points from one of their top guys, and we all lived with varying degrees of happiness ever after.
The End.
Now go to sleep!
It's actually not much of a story in itself. In the 1990-91 season, the year I was at Okie State, the NCAA began investigating the OSU program. The major outcome of that was that the team was barred from the post-season tournaments in 1993. My guess is that they didn't particularly want to sign, but that it'd look bad if they kept me out under the circumstances. It's important to show the NCAA that you're contrite, and want to change your ways. They're very paternalistic and condescending, and they like it when people act like their opinions are important.
So, since that was kind of boring, and you asked for a story, I'll fill in a little context. I guess I'm sort of hijacking the thread, but it's really your fault.
During the 1991-92 season I went to Bulgaria to train Greco. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough money to just wrestle in Europe indefinitely, so when I came back to the states I enrolled in the summer session at Iowa. I didn't actually tell anyone I was there, and nobody seemed to know where I'd gone after my freshman year, so it was kind of a funny situation when I got tired of being off the mat, and showed up in the room to try to get a workout. The first people I passed on my way in were (if I recall correctly) Gable, Mike Chapman, and Randy Lewis. I just said, "Hi," and kept going.
I don't think Gable seriously believed I'd become eligible. I couldn't work out with the team until I was released, but I could with the Hawkeye Wrestling Club. That gave me a lot of freedom, put me in with the best workout group (Alger, Steve Hamilton, Travis Fiser, etc.), and I really only did freestyle all season.
That was the year that Gable put up the curtain in the room, because the club couldn't practice in the same room with the team. So one side of the curtain was one room, and the other side was a different room. Gable couldn't switch between practices, so he stayed on the team side, and never, ever looked past the curtain or said anything to us. I promise.
(On a totally unrelated note: is there a statute of limitations on NCAA rules? I always kind of wondered.)
As a bonus, I spent Christmas break at Foxcatcher, rather than having to come back after a few days like everyone else. In short, Oklahoma State couldn't have arranged a better season for me if they tried.
The transfer came through two days before Big 10s, and Gable put me in Keith Trammell's spot without a wrestle-off. So I went into the tournament unranked, and 0-0.
1993 was a big year for Penn State; on paper, they were supposed to win Big 10s, and they had a good shot at winning NCAAs. One of their important point scorers was their 177 pounder, Matt White. Matt was ranked 2nd. He was also my high school teammate.
Because I was a late entry, my name didn't make it into the program. None of the other teams knew I was going to be there; in fact, nobody really knew where I'd disappeared to. And because I was unranked, I got a pigtail match against one of the top-ranked wrestlers. And unlike the rest of the tournament, which was double elimination, if you lost a pigtail match you were out immediately.
So it was kind of a funny scene when, the first match of the morning, on a corner mat near the tunnel, I walked out to wrestle Matt. He didn't seem very happy to see me, which I thought was a little unkind coming from a friend I hadn't seen in a long time. Under the circumstances it was probably understandable, though.
My parents came over to that corner to watch, and soon discovered that they were sitting in the Penn State section. The Penn State crowd, being mostly fellow Pennsylvanians, quickly recognized me. They weren't very happy to see me either. I only caught angry noise, but apparently there were some very hard slovos against your Friend and Humble Narrator, and against Gable, who, they surmised, had hired me as a mercenary. The actual language doesn't bear repeating in print, and my parents quietly moved away.
So I won the match 6-0, Penn State got no points from one of their top guys, and we all lived with varying degrees of happiness ever after.
The End.
Now go to sleep!
This was fantastic. Thank you for sharing, Ray!
Most interesting thing I've ever read. Thanks Ray for all you did as a Hawk and all you do for the kids you work with, and sharing the story.It's actually not much of a story in itself. In the 1990-91 season, the year I was at Okie State, the NCAA began investigating the OSU program. The major outcome of that was that the team was barred from the post-season tournaments in 1993. My guess is that they didn't particularly want to sign, but that it'd look bad if they kept me out under the circumstances. It's important to show the NCAA that you're contrite, and want to change your ways. They're very paternalistic and condescending, and they like it when people act like their opinions are important.
So, since that was kind of boring, and you asked for a story, I'll fill in a little context. I guess I'm sort of hijacking the thread, but it's really your fault.
During the 1991-92 season I went to Bulgaria to train Greco. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough money to just wrestle in Europe indefinitely, so when I came back to the states I enrolled in the summer session at Iowa. I didn't actually tell anyone I was there, and nobody seemed to know where I'd gone after my freshman year, so it was kind of a funny situation when I got tired of being off the mat, and showed up in the room to try to get a workout. The first people I passed on my way in were (if I recall correctly) Gable, Mike Chapman, and Randy Lewis. I just said, "Hi," and kept going.
I don't think Gable seriously believed I'd become eligible. I couldn't work out with the team until I was released, but I could with the Hawkeye Wrestling Club. That gave me a lot of freedom, put me in with the best workout group (Alger, Steve Hamilton, Travis Fiser, etc.), and I really only did freestyle all season.
That was the year that Gable put up the curtain in the room, because the club couldn't practice in the same room with the team. So one side of the curtain was one room, and the other side was a different room. Gable couldn't switch between practices, so he stayed on the team side, and never, ever looked past the curtain or said anything to us. I promise.
(On a totally unrelated note: is there a statute of limitations on NCAA rules? I always kind of wondered.)
As a bonus, I spent Christmas break at Foxcatcher, rather than having to come back after a few days like everyone else. In short, Oklahoma State couldn't have arranged a better season for me if they tried.
The transfer came through two days before Big 10s, and Gable put me in Keith Trammell's spot without a wrestle-off. So I went into the tournament unranked, and 0-0.
1993 was a big year for Penn State; on paper, they were supposed to win Big 10s, and they had a good shot at winning NCAAs. One of their important point scorers was their 177 pounder, Matt White. Matt was ranked 2nd. He was also my high school teammate.
Because I was a late entry, my name didn't make it into the program. None of the other teams knew I was going to be there; in fact, nobody really knew where I'd disappeared to. And because I was unranked, I got a pigtail match against one of the top-ranked wrestlers. And unlike the rest of the tournament, which was double elimination, if you lost a pigtail match you were out immediately.
So it was kind of a funny scene when, the first match of the morning, on a corner mat near the tunnel, I walked out to wrestle Matt. He didn't seem very happy to see me, which I thought was a little unkind coming from a friend I hadn't seen in a long time. Under the circumstances it was probably understandable, though.
My parents came over to that corner to watch, and soon discovered that they were sitting in the Penn State section. The Penn State crowd, being mostly fellow Pennsylvanians, quickly recognized me. They weren't very happy to see me either. I only caught angry noise, but apparently there were some very hard slovos against your Friend and Humble Narrator, and against Gable, who, they surmised, had hired me as a mercenary. The actual language doesn't bear repeating in print, and my parents quietly moved away.
So I won the match 6-0, Penn State got no points from one of their top guys, and we all lived with varying degrees of happiness ever after.
The End.
Now go to sleep!
I think you need to re-read what I said.
Don't read between the lines; it's bad for your eyes.
Now, to demonstrate the distinction, I'm going to admit to a real NCAA violation to which I was party, that has never before been brought to light. Not only that, but I feel so strongly about telling the truth in this that I am not even willing to spare the reputation of the deceased. The faint of heart may wish to stop reading now. You will note from my expression that I am now entirely serious. >:-|
When I was in high school... I believe this would have been 1989... I went to the regional freestyle/Greco championships in Madison, Wisconsin. While I was there, I spoke to Dave Schultz, who was the assistant coach.
It was getting late in the day. Suddenly looked around, trying to find out what time it was (I don't recall Dave ever wearing a watch, though someone else may). "Oh my gosh!" he cried. "We haven't broken an NCAA rule yet today! We have to do something!"
Dave dug through his pockets, and found a stick of gum. "Here!" he cried, handing it to me. "Chew that." I obliged. "Good," he said. "That counts as a gift. We need to break a rule every day."
Sports are... is... are... a dirty business. If you knew everything I knew, you'd know everything I know. You can't trust anyone.
You're not as successful as you think unless your kids can beat SanSouci's kids in grade school wrestling.
I'm guessing Lyco saw the lights a couple times against Brinzer. Still butthurt 20 some years later
I don't think my eyes will ever be the same after reading this drivel.
And my image of Dan Gable now shot......... damn! LOL!
Surely Lyco1990 isn't related to the Lyco1990 who just posted on the Penn State board: "I love how 'highly ranked' Nebraska is only a few point behind almighty IOWA. They must be resting the starters, alas, they are not...."
Let me start with the important part:
Don't. You shouldn't. Do what you believe is right. But don't be surprised if others disagree; I can't very well give up your ethics, because they were never mine.
Dave Schultz is a great example. He was one of the best people I've ever met, in a moral sense. He had a clear sense of what he believed was right, and he'd quietly follow it when the more respectable people around him were doing whatever was in their own best interests. But you had to understand his moral compass. He held the NCAA rules in very low esteem. So, for instance, if he was driving in a snowstorm, and saw you struggling through it, he would certainly have stopped to pick you up. If it was against the rules (and it was)... well, the rules were unethical.
For my own part, I do my best to live up to my own beliefs. My own count of my successes and failures matters a lot to me; other people's views, not so much.
I have heard this about him, and as best I can tell he deserves that esteem.
To be honest, I do know a lot of things about a lot of people. It's not all nice. But if I told you every terrible thing I know about Dan Gable, it'd make a very short, dull story. I mean, you know the whole Randy Lewis/Lee Roy Smith thing, right? That doesn't interest you, but the idea that he might have peeked behind a curtain does? That's a little ridiculous.
Don't. You shouldn't. Do what you believe is right. But don't be surprised if others disagree; I can't very well give up your ethics, because they were never mine.
Dave Schultz is a great example. He was one of the best people I've ever met, in a moral sense. He had a clear sense of what he believed was right, and he'd quietly follow it when the more respectable people around him were doing whatever was in their own best interests. But you had to understand his moral compass. He held the NCAA rules in very low esteem. So, for instance, if he was driving in a snowstorm, and saw you struggling through it, he would certainly have stopped to pick you up. If it was against the rules (and it was)... well, the rules were unethical.
For my own part, I do my best to live up to my own beliefs. My own count of my successes and failures matters a lot to me; other people's views, not so much.
I have heard this about him, and as best I can tell he deserves that esteem.
To be honest, I do know a lot of things about a lot of people. It's not all nice. But if I told you every terrible thing I know about Dan Gable, it'd make a very short, dull story. I mean, you know the whole Randy Lewis/Lee Roy Smith thing, right? That doesn't interest you, but the idea that he might have peeked behind a curtain does? That's a little ridiculous.
It behooves us all never to take ourselves too seriously. I'll leave it at that.
It's actually not much of a story in itself. In the 1990-91 season, the year I was at Okie State, the NCAA began investigating the OSU program. The major outcome of that was that the team was barred from the post-season tournaments in 1993. My guess is that they didn't particularly want to sign, but that it'd look bad if they kept me out under the circumstances. It's important to show the NCAA that you're contrite, and want to change your ways. They're very paternalistic and condescending, and they like it when people act like their opinions are important.
So, since that was kind of boring, and you asked for a story, I'll fill in a little context. I guess I'm sort of hijacking the thread, but it's really your fault.
During the 1991-92 season I went to Bulgaria to train Greco. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough money to just wrestle in Europe indefinitely, so when I came back to the states I enrolled in the summer session at Iowa. I didn't actually tell anyone I was there, and nobody seemed to know where I'd gone after my freshman year, so it was kind of a funny situation when I got tired of being off the mat, and showed up in the room to try to get a workout. The first people I passed on my way in were (if I recall correctly) Gable, Mike Chapman, and Randy Lewis. I just said, "Hi," and kept going.
I don't think Gable seriously believed I'd become eligible. I couldn't work out with the team until I was released, but I could with the Hawkeye Wrestling Club. That gave me a lot of freedom, put me in with the best workout group (Alger, Steve Hamilton, Travis Fiser, etc.), and I really only did freestyle all season.
That was the year that Gable put up the curtain in the room, because the club couldn't practice in the same room with the team. So one side of the curtain was one room, and the other side was a different room. Gable couldn't switch between practices, so he stayed on the team side, and never, ever looked past the curtain or said anything to us. I promise.
(On a totally unrelated note: is there a statute of limitations on NCAA rules? I always kind of wondered.)
As a bonus, I spent Christmas break at Foxcatcher, rather than having to come back after a few days like everyone else. In short, Oklahoma State couldn't have arranged a better season for me if they tried.
The transfer came through two days before Big 10s, and Gable put me in Keith Trammell's spot without a wrestle-off. So I went into the tournament unranked, and 0-0.
1993 was a big year for Penn State; on paper, they were supposed to win Big 10s, and they had a good shot at winning NCAAs. One of their important point scorers was their 177 pounder, Matt White. Matt was ranked 2nd. He was also my high school teammate.
Because I was a late entry, my name didn't make it into the program. None of the other teams knew I was going to be there; in fact, nobody really knew where I'd disappeared to. And because I was unranked, I got a pigtail match against one of the top-ranked wrestlers. And unlike the rest of the tournament, which was double elimination, if you lost a pigtail match you were out immediately.
So it was kind of a funny scene when, the first match of the morning, on a corner mat near the tunnel, I walked out to wrestle Matt. He didn't seem very happy to see me, which I thought was a little unkind coming from a friend I hadn't seen in a long time. Under the circumstances it was probably understandable, though.
My parents came over to that corner to watch, and soon discovered that they were sitting in the Penn State section. The Penn State crowd, being mostly fellow Pennsylvanians, quickly recognized me. They weren't very happy to see me either. I only caught angry noise, but apparently there were some very hard slovos against your Friend and Humble Narrator, and against Gable, who, they surmised, had hired me as a mercenary. The actual language doesn't bear repeating in print, and my parents quietly moved away.
So I won the match 6-0, Penn State got no points from one of their top guys, and we all lived with varying degrees of happiness ever after.
The End.
Now go to sleep!
Sorry to quote the whole thing again, but I wanted to add my thanks for this great story, Ray. Please don't let the very few self-important knuckleheads on here get you down, and please don't be a stranger on this board. The diehard wrestling fans with a sense of humor among us -- and that probably includes about 99.999% of those who post here -- greatly appreciate your stories and find them both fascinating and entertaining!
So just clear one little thing up for me. What was your original rant all about? What were you accusing him of? What did Brinzer or Gable do to get you all upset?
Iowa Wrestling history beyond the Brands to date has not been great as I am young but this thread has made me a huge Ray Brinzer fan.
As I wait for Midlands, I am watching the movie "Lone Survivor" which tells the story of Marcus Luttrell and Operation Redwing which took part in Afghanistan. During the mission, four Navy Seals are on a recon mission when three goatherders stumble upon them in the mountains. Total dumb luck. After capturing them, the SEALS have a choice: 1)Kill them 2)Leave them bound and gagged, then unass the area. Good chance the three die of exposure or wild animals getting at them. 3)Let them go. Now, the SEALS weren't under any illusion...once they let these guys (who had a radio and were probably Taliban), there was a good chance that they would alert a larger force of Taliban down in the valley they were surveilling. According to the Law of Armed Conflict, they could do neither options one or two. They chose to let them go. Most of you know the rest of the story but the whole team died except for one guy directly because of the decision they made. These are real questions of honor and integrity in life....not a freaking curtain separating team guys and graduate guys.
The movie also has another saying for you Lyco: "Never shoot a large caliber man with a small caliber round."
The movie also has another saying for you Lyco: "Never shoot a large caliber man with a small caliber round."
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I have to say thank you to Ray Brinzer for giving this board a little insight we otherwise would never have known. I read his posts and have to give him some respect. The other guy, I am going with Kwood, wth?
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