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Post by Phalon on Aug 26, 2006 0:46:27 GMT -6
<sits back amused, watching Scrappy stammer, trying to get out of this one>
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Aug 28, 2006 8:11:14 GMT -6
Um....um....um....*blush*
Can we just say it involves my little truck, a couple of full moons, and a rather amused state trooper....
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Post by Siren on Aug 28, 2006 18:50:16 GMT -6
Lol! Okay, Scrap, I'll let you off the hook. Too funny!
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Post by katina2nd on Aug 28, 2006 21:14:25 GMT -6
Tain't no such thing as being too, er, mature, for my classes. It makes my job easier and a heck of a lot more fun. And your writing is fine. How about a trade? You pick a time period (*not* the Middle Ages) and I'll learn ya that -- if you'll teach me film. This could be fun! Maeve Sounds like a good deal to me Maeve, ummmm, let's see, how about the Renaissance period, one or two interesting things happening then. Reckon you'd be better served learning about film though from my very talented colleague Siren, a veritable fountain of knowledge in all things pertaining to the silver screen.
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Post by Siren on Aug 30, 2006 19:38:32 GMT -6
*blush* You are FAR too kind, katina! As is evident from my constant pleas for clues in our movie games, I am a faulty "fountain of knowledge". Fits and starts, for sure. My knowledge of current films is especially spotty. The oldies from the 30s to the early 50s are more my thang.
I'd be happy to play the role of middle-age coed to take one of your classes, Maeve!
And speaking of that...
New topic: the best teacher
Mine was Mrs. Nims, an english teacher I had in college. I was so lucky to get her. Her classes filled up immediately. Yes, she babied her students a bit. ("Now, Jill, you haven't turned in Essay 3 yet. And after today, I'll have to give you a zero. That's "gap-osis" in the grade book, and that's not good. But if you'll slide it under my door before tomorrow morning, I'll count it.") But she was also the most warm, wonderful, giving teacher. Made you feel so good about good work. Believe it or not, she'd give smiley faces for an A paper - in a college course. And if she really liked the paper, and wanted a copy to keep for her collection, she'd draw little angel wings and a halo around the smiley face. This was the ultimate compliment, getting "angel wings" from Mrs. Nims. She was just the best. One of those teachers who really made a difference. And to this day, when I get a Christmas card from her, it's signed simply with angel wings. *gulp* Man, I get tears in my eyes, just thinking of it!
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Post by Phalon on Sept 3, 2006 0:24:51 GMT -6
My seventh grade English teacher, Mr. Shaw, was the best. He was the kind of teacher everyone dreaded getting, and sympathy was handed out in heaps from students lucky enough to get one of the easier teachers. "You got Shaw? Oh man, I am soooo very, very sorry. See you in June - cuz you won't have a break from homework until then." I was lucky enough to get him again for 9th grade English.
You didn't sit in Mr. Shaw's class - you experienced it. Discussions involving everyone in class, not just textbook teaching, and all these years later I still remember a lot of the lessons learned, besides those involving grammar, sentence structure, and Johnny Tremain.
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Post by Siren on Sept 5, 2006 7:07:20 GMT -6
Lucky you, Gams. I had very few high school teachers who were memorable. Had a couple in elementary school who were good. For the most part, my most colorful and effective instructors were in college.
One high school instructor who made an impression was Mrs. Rainey. She was Mexican, and had a pronounced accent, which made her unique in our school. And she worked hard for her students. Even went to the local university and took Freshman Comp. so she would know what was expected of us there. She was also the first to try to talk me out of changing my major to teaching. I should've listened. I mean no offense to teachers. I mean that I should've stayed in Communications.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 6, 2006 23:33:48 GMT -6
It's kind of funny: I can remember all of my elementary school teachers - both their names and faces. But after that, most of them are a blur. Mr. Shaw, I remember very well. And my highshool swim team coach, Mr. Doyle. I can't remember which - Jr. High, or highschool, but the gym teacher comes in clear. Mrs. Buttkiss was her name. I'm sure the spelling is wrong, but that's how it was pronounced and probably the reason I remember it.
And then there was Frau What's-Her-Name, the German teacher.
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Post by mabd on Sept 10, 2006 13:25:00 GMT -6
Sounds like a good deal to me Maeve, ummmm, let's see, how about the Renaissance period, one or two interesting things happening then. Kat, shall we do the Western Renaissance first? Do you like "big idea" questions like 'was there a Renaissance for women?' or 'what was the Church's problem with mercantilism/capitalism?' or stuff like everyday life, wars, weapons? If you'd like, I can PM you my lecture notes from the survey course which covers this and you can fire away. I really am curious about what draws you to this period -- do tell. Maeve
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Post by Siren on Sept 10, 2006 20:49:27 GMT -6
Great testaments, Maeve. And if those folks had a hand in making you the person you are today, big thanks go to them! And you know what is cool about it is that it sounds like each of those folks came along right when you needed them to, and when you were ready to take advantage of what they offered.
I envy that you really siezed that chance at an eductation, really grasped it as a learning experience. I'm afraid I coasted through much of my college years, just learning facts long enough to be tested on them. Writing came naturally, so that was easy, too. I truly missed the whole point of college. Now I hate it that I blew that opportunity, one that my folks worked very hard to give me. Their goal was for "their kids to do better than they did". And at that, at least, I didn't fail them. I don't have to physically work hard at what I do to make a living. I work at a job I love. And I get to use my brain. So, in all those respects, I'm sure they're happy with what I do, and are proud of how it turned out, I guess. It does honestly make me ashamed, though, that I (without realizing it at the time) blew off college. I never used my degree (worked in that profession), and I could probably write down all I can remember from my studies on a couple of sheets of paper.
Geez, you guys didn't expect a confessional, did you?
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Post by mabd on Sept 11, 2006 20:53:50 GMT -6
I envy that you really seized that chance at an education, really grasped it as a learning experience. I'm afraid I coasted through much of my college years, just learning facts long enough to be tested on them. Writing came naturally, so that was easy, too. I truly missed the whole point of college. Siren, no! no! no! You did not blow off anything. College students in the USA are younger and generally, have *not* narrowed their focus by the time they hit college. I blew off my first year of college -- and spent 12 years being what I once would have called political/activist/hippie. But since I do not understand hippie redux, I've dropped that word as a self-descriptor. There are issues of learning acquisition, the ability to formulate epistomologies, etc that seem to suggest that older students gain more from college. Besides, Girlie, you've schooled yourself rightly. Maeve
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Post by Siren on Sept 12, 2006 8:03:53 GMT -6
Thank you for the reassurance. I hope you're right!
No offense intended toward our younger Whooshers, but I do think I would've done well to wait to attend college - even a few years. I remember having some older classmates who were much more focused and disciplined than most of us were.
"hippie redux" - sounds like a great name for a band, to me. I looked it up, and am still not quite sure what "redux" means, Maeve. But that's a cool word.
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Post by mabd on Sept 12, 2006 17:00:55 GMT -6
"hippie redux" - sounds like a great name for a band, to me. I looked it up, and am still not quite sure what "redux" means, Maeve. But that's a cool word. redux from the Latin: re + dux, leader, cf duke adj. brought back; returned; done again. used postpositively. Cf: "the Victorian era redux"; Rabbit Redux Rabbit Redux' by John Updike"; "Apocalypse Now Redux." In lit-crit, it means to rehearse a style or to rehearse any part of a piece of lit. IOW, it basically means a rerun. Maeve
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Post by katina2nd on Sept 13, 2006 1:29:38 GMT -6
Sounds like a good deal to me Maeve, ummmm, let's see, how about the Renaissance period, one or two interesting things happening then. Kat, shall we do the Western Renaissance first? Do you like "big idea" questions like 'was there a Renaissance for women?' or 'what was the Church's problem with mercantilism/capitalism?' or stuff like everyday life, wars, weapons? If you'd like, I can PM you my lecture notes from the survey course which covers this and you can fire away. I really am curious about what draws you to this period -- do tell. Maeve "Shall we do the Western Renaissance first?" Sounds like a good idea to me Maeve. PM me your notes by all means, can't guarantee that most of it won't go straight over my head, but I'd certainly be interested in reading them never the less. As to what drew me to that particular period, no specific reason I guess, other then it was a fascinating time of contradictions, which gave us the genius of Michelangelo, probably the greatest [ English language ] writer to ever exist in Shakespeare [ or Uncle Willy as Scrappy would call him ] and a general flourishing in the arts on the one hand, while on the other we had religious wars, Church corruption, and many of the worst aspects generally associated with earlier periods.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 13, 2006 9:07:48 GMT -6
Oh, but guys! You're not gonna share? Agreeing with Katina - most of it'd shoot right past me, but I'd love to read none-the-less.
X-Virgin - that lovely from England, a student/lecturer of Egyptian archeology/history, (it's been a while and I can't remember exactly what her profession was), used to share with us her knowledge in a thread titled, "Chat Like an Egyptian". It was quite interesting though some of it sailed right by me like a ship passing in the night.
Maeve? A Thread of Your Own might be in order here. Why am I suddenly reminded of Virginia? I'm not justa Woolfein', Daddy Rabbit.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 22, 2006 12:08:59 GMT -6
Has everybody weighed in with the best teacher they've had?
Are we ready for the next topic, you think? How about best vacation?
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Post by Siren on Sept 24, 2006 22:25:24 GMT -6
Great topic, Gams! A few trips come immediately to mind. In 2000, I fulfilled a dream and saw the Chicago Bears play at Soldier Field. I was a little nervous about visiting a city so large. But we had a wonderful time during our entire trip to Chicago. The people were friendly, and the weather amazingly mild for early December. My sis, a college art major, especially enjoyed the art institute, where we saw many famous paintings. I'd never understood why folks pay millions to own a painting till I saw Van Gogh's "A Starry Night". It was so beautiful, my sister and I wept as we stood and drank it in. But for blue-collar, sports-loving me, the highlight was finally seeing my Bears - lousy as they were back then - come running out of the tunnel onto the field. Again, I was moved to tears. After the game, we went down and asked a security guard to scoop up a little dirt and grass from the field for us as a souvenir. He looked amazed after hearing our story, and said, "You came all the way from Oklahoma to watch THE BEARS??" But thank goodness, they did win that day, against the even lousier Lions. I'll always remember jumping and cheering and screaming with the other fans as the Bears FINALLY scored, and sealed the victory. And then my sis told my mom, "Thank god they won. There'd be no living with her (meaning me) all the way home if they hadn't!" I fell in love with Washington State after our trip there. If I didn't have so many ties here, I think I would live there. Oh, those dramatic beaches, and cool, verdant rainforests! Seattle was a vibrant, happening city. And on a Seattle bus driver's advice, we took a day-trip to Vancouver's Butchart Gardens, 55 acres of gorgeous gardens. Gams, you would be in sheer heaven: www.butchartgardens.com/main.phpAnd, finally, Cancun, Mexico was like another world - clear skies, perfect white-sand beaches, and water so clear, you could see the ocean floor while standing in water to your chest. Every evening we found ourselves sitting on the beach, just listening to the waves. Delicious food, and beautiful, friendly, helpful people added to our fun. And on the other hand, worst vacation? My dad had a way of spoiling the few trips we went on when we were little. He griped and complained, yelled at my mom for her navigation mistakes, and would wait so long between pit stops, my mom would tell us, "Honey, just wet in the floor." That would make him finally stop. With age comes wisdom; we now vacation without Daddy. We're happy, he's happy - everyone's happy.
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Post by mabd on Sept 29, 2006 15:34:34 GMT -6
Great topic, Gams! A few trips come immediately to mind. In 2000, I fulfilled a dream and saw the Chicago Bears play at Soldier Field. I was a little nervous about visiting a city so large. But we had a wonderful time during our entire trip to Chicago. The people were friendly, and the weather amazingly mild for early December. My sis, a college art major, especially enjoyed the art institute, where we saw many famous paintings. I'd never understood why folks pay millions to own a painting till I saw Van Gogh's "A Starry Night". It was so beautiful, my sister and I wept as we stood and drank it in. But for blue-collar, sports-loving me, the highlight was finally seeing my Bears - lousy as they were back then - come running out of the tunnel onto the field. Again, I was moved to tears. After the game, we went down and asked a security guard to scoop up a little dirt and grass from the field for us as a souvenir. He looked amazed after hearing our story, and said, "You came all the way from Oklahoma to watch THE BEARS??" But thank goodness, they did win that day, against the even lousier Lions. I'll always remember jumping and cheering and screaming with the other fans as the Bears FINALLY scored, and sealed the victory. And then my sis told my mom, "Thank god they won. There'd be no living with her (meaning me) all the way home if they hadn't!" Siren, were we separated at birth? LOL I grew up, and still am a Bears fan. I could spend hours talking about them.... I don't go as far back as when they were the "monsters of the midway," but I remember Papa Bear, Sayers, Sweetness, Butkus..... Here's another zinger, my father graduated from the School of the Art Institute (post-WWII GI bill). When we weren't living abroad, he and I spent many days there, it was one of the best parts of my childhood. Did you get to the Museum of Science and Industry? Remember how they had the U-boat's periscope set so you could aim it at your car? Note to Phalon, see, FIPPERS can amuse ourselves sometimes <giggle>. My best friend (trademark) is from Wash State.... Maeve
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Post by Siren on Oct 3, 2006 21:34:51 GMT -6
Walter Payton is my all-time favorite player, and the reason I became a Bears fan in the first place. But I fell in love with the whole "Super Bowl Shuffle" team, from the Fridge to Mike Singletary to Jim McMahon. And I've been a fan ever since. No, we didn't make to the science museum. But we visited Pizzaria Uno and Marshall Fields. Do they count?
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Post by Phalon on Oct 7, 2006 0:08:11 GMT -6
Siren, I didn't know you were such a Bears fan. <makes mental note for Christmas....in July, since that's about how on time she is with things lately> And yes, I've still got that Morrow-Lindbergh book sitting somewhere on my desk.
Oh Maeve.....I've been to Chicago a few times - even got lost on the train...well, not lost, but missed my stop and ended up at the end of the line. Do I get to be an honorary FIP? Uhm...no. FIPs most likely don't get lost on trains. Or rather, they most likely don't even take trains.
I did have pizza though.
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Post by mabd on Oct 13, 2006 13:37:48 GMT -6
Walter Payton is my all-time favorite player, and the reason I became a Bears fan in the first place. But I fell in love with the whole "Super Bowl Shuffle" team, from the Fridge to Mike Singletary to Jim McMahon. And I've been a fan ever since. Bears trivia: Sweetness, rest his soul, back in the Bobby Douglas as quarterback era, actually started as QB. He was amazing. Note to Kat -- if you explain Australian Rules Football, I'll (hopefully with Siren's help, nudge, nudge) explain American Football. Or we could start a cricket thread.. Absolutely. Especially Marshall Fields... they had the best Christmas windows too... Maeve, medium-fast spin bowler
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Post by Siren on Oct 15, 2006 22:32:30 GMT -6
We enjoyed Marshall Fields' Christmas window dressing very much. Gazed happily while munching Frango Mints. Mmmmmmmm! Was sad to read that Marshall Fields has been bought out by Macy's. Don't know if the hallowed Chicago location will change its name. I hope not. We loved looking at the old photos of the stores' earlier eras. What a neat, neat place. In this time of strip malls, and mega-shopping malls, we'll not see the likes of it again.
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Post by leafsoup on Oct 26, 2006 22:08:27 GMT -6
Girls talking about cars..now that is exciting!! I thought my best friend in college and I were the only ones on the planet that even noticed cars, much less talked about them. In 7th grade I began plastering the walls in my bedroom, not with cute boy posters, but cars! Lamborghini's, maserati's, and corvette Stingrays!.. I also had a best friend in 10th grade who lived near the golf course and her father went one day to get new tires for the yellow Impala. He came home with a brand new 1964 navy blue hardtop/split top Stingray. (Yeah..I am that old!) We used to drive it all around town. There were very few in our big city and I can imagine that the oldsters would look over at us and wonder what the heck business we had in that fine piece of machinery. It has always been my favorite! The car lovin' friend in college had a red convertible bug and everytime she talked she slowed to a crawl!! What is it with talking and driving? My dad had a souped up Impala one year with great wheels and since I was the oldest, I did most of the driving. My sisters still to this day will never let me forget my race car driving maneuvers. I thought I was Richard Petty and we raced down a major highway at 80 miles an hour chasing a car load of boys. They were in the back seat and instructed me when to change lanes.."Go now!" and I would go..never looking once. Yikes I am still alive! The day I am too old to drive will be the day my kids have to chase me around the house and wrestle me to the ground to get my cars keys!!
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Post by xenavirgin on Oct 27, 2006 18:04:24 GMT -6
X-Virgin - that lovely from England, a student/lecturer of Egyptian archeology/history, (it's been a while and I can't remember exactly what her profession was), used to share with us her knowledge in a thread titled, "Chat Like an Egyptian". It was quite interesting though some of it sailed right by me like a ship passing in the night. Ah, thanks Madam P, very touching mention. A little spooky that this was the first thread I went to after posting my return message. Your description is apt too, I'm both a student of and a lecturer in Egyptology. Gonna do a little more catch up reading around and see what else is going on. Hope you're well, and you read my hello thread. All the best. XV
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Post by Siren on Oct 27, 2006 21:17:26 GMT -6
leafsoup, what a great post! I can just picture y'all in that suhweet Stingray. God, what a car. And that's a great description of you gals in that Impala. Gad, it's a wonder we lived through all our youthful automotive adventures.
"The day I am too old to drive will be the day my kids have to chase me around the house and wrestle me to the ground to get my cars keys!!" - LOL! Right on!!
XV, I haven't seen your "hello" post yet. But I'm glad to see you. Wonderful, having you back. You better not be such a stranger anymore!
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 27, 2006 23:05:55 GMT -6
Did I hear someone say "Uncle Willy"?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 27, 2006 23:26:23 GMT -6
Wait...we were talking vacations.....sorry.
Um....a few years back I decided I needed a long break from work(The job I had before this one). I took nearly a month off. Drove from here to Wisconsin with my aunt and my cousin. Love them both to death but I will NEVER do that again. Three women in a car for almost three days. Only two of us smoke and the person who owned the car wasn't one of them. ACK!! Ok...saw a lot of the country I had never seen before. That was cool. Stayed with my cousin for two weeks. Played video games with her boyfriend while she and her mom played in the garden. OK so I'm not a green thumb kinda gal.
Let's see...after that I took a train to Cleavland. OK I think it was Cleavland. It was someplace in Ohio. I hated the train trip. I will never do that again either. There was a derailment outside Chicago so when I picked up the second train there everything was delayed. So our conductor decided to make up some time. We were traveling at a god awful speed and every time we hit a curve or any bump anywhere it felt like we were going to fly right off the tracks. I made it to Ohio thanking god I made it alive and didn't have to kill the weird people I got stuck eating dinner with.
Stayed with a friend I hadn't seen in 7years for almost two weeks. We took an overnight trip to DC somewhere in the middle of that. At the time the DC Pride events were going on. My first time ever and that was a huge eye opener. We went to the Holocaust museum. During which they had a display dedicated to all the children lost during WWII and that was totally heartbreaking.
We went to the Smithsonian Museum of American History. YAY!!! They had (tucked back in a dark corner) a display of some of the most valuable violins in the world. A couple Guineri and a Stradivarius. 5 violins in that case worth something like 5 million dollars. Man were they beautiful.
OK I'm rambling....but what a great vacation! I flew home shortly after. And a few weeks after that I quit my miserable job for the one I have now.
Hmmm....maybe I should finish my ramble about disneyland....
;D
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Post by mabd on Oct 28, 2006 9:32:35 GMT -6
Girls talking about cars..now that is exciting!! I thought my best friend in college and I were the only ones on the planet that even noticed cars, much less talked about them. In 7th grade I began plastering the walls in my bedroom, not with cute boy posters, but cars! Lamborghini's, maserati's, and corvette Stingrays! Morning, er, maybe evening, I don't know... I bet if you asked, Siren nicely, she'd repost the car pix and her glorious summary. I once saw a Lamborghini tractor (yes, I was in Italy). STP is the only person I've ever known who had a corvair pick-up. Now we have started collected Mercedes Benz's: 2 1985 turbo diesels and one 1986 190 diesel. This group is car-crazed! My father had a 79 Le Mans set up to tow a boat: air shocks in the rear, the whole deal. I was supposed to get the Opel GT but his mid-life crisis hit. It would been so cool to race you.... Maeve
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Post by Siren on Nov 29, 2006 20:15:21 GMT -6
Best diner, and the best item on the menu?
Folger's Drive-In on Main Street in Ada, OK - in business since the late 40s. My mom and dad courted there, back in the 50s. Mama says a big, big cheeseburger plus more fries than you could eat cost a quarter - could add a coke for a dime more. Even today, absolutely fabulous old-fashioned burgers. The meat patty is thin and crisp, the fries fresh-cut. You dine at the counter or at one of 3 or 4 little tables for 2 against the wall. At the end of the counter, the Folger brothers stand shoulder-to-shoulder, one cooking while one assembles the burgers and minds the fries. They serve 'em up in little white paper envelopes, in red plastic baskets, with the fries piled around the burger, all greasy and hot and heavenly. Just thinking of it makes me hungry and homesick at the same time!
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 1, 2006 7:45:06 GMT -6
[ Note to Kat -- if you explain Australian Rules Football, I'll (hopefully with Siren's help, nudge, nudge) explain American Football. Or we could start a cricket thread.. My apologies Maeve, I haven't seen this till now [ has it really been that long since I checked in here ] I would like a few of the mysteries of American football cleared up, first and foremost being why it's called "foot"ball when they hardly ever kick the danged thing. Love your sig at the bottom by the way "Maeve, medium fast spin bowler" now that's a whole new category of bowler. I'd certainly be up for a cricket thread, might not have many contributors though. Okay then, an explanation of Aussie rules, the greatest game on the face of this, or any other, planet. Being the lazy sod that I am I'll just repost one that I did some time back which should give you some insight [ hopefully ] into the game, if you have any further queries just give me a shout and I'll try explaining, anyway here goes ........................ A brief dissertation on the great game of Aussie rules football.... part one. Easiest way to explain the rules I guess is to say how they differ from Gridiron or Rugby. As with those codes, players can run as far as they like with the ball, but must bounce it, or touch it to the ground, every fifteen metres [ or less ] otherwise they will be penalised, and the ball given to the opposition team. Players can dispose of the ball by foot or by hand, but can't throw the ball. To dispose of it by hand, the ball must be held stationery in one hand and struck with the clenched fist of the other hand [ obviously ] If the ball is kicked over a distance of fifteen metres or more, and is marked [ caught ] by another player, that player can then elect to stop and have a set kick, or "play on" by immediately disposing of the ball by hand or foot, or, as is most often the case, running on with the ball. Free kicks [ penalties ] are awarded for numerous infractions of the rules, most common being incorrect tackling of a player with the ball, i.e. pushing in the back, or grabbing above the shoulder or below the knee. Holding the ball, if a player in possession of the ball is correctly tackled and makes no attempt to dispose of it, he will be penalised. This post would go on forever if I tried explaining all the rules, but I think the most pertinent ones have been covered. Any and all queries about the greatest sport on earth [ or the second greatest as well... cricket ] will be promptly dealt with by yours truly [ that's me ] Go Cats. A brief dissertation on the great game of Aussie rules football.... part two I guess no in depth analysis of the greatest game on earth would be complete without reference to the most integral part of that game... namely the supporters. Generally the typical Aussie rules follower is to be found, come rain, hail or shine, lending vocal support to their team, often decked out in their favourite teams colours, a warm pie in one hand [ barely fit for human consumption ] and a "coldie" in the other. Barracking is, of course, greatly encouraged, and is fairly boisterous right from the beginning of the game, but as said game progresses, and vast amounts of amber fluid are consumed, it becomes much more "colorful" as the wit and wisdom of the crowd reaches new heights. Remarks directed at the gladiators on the field of battle become more and more descriptive, usually bringing into question their..... A. parentage... B. sexual orientation... C. courage... D. skill... E. intelligence... and this is only at members of their own team when it's considered they're not performing at the optimum [ or above ] of their ability. Remarks directed at members of the opposition team are best left untouched within the family confines of this forum, and those directed at the umpires of the match best left untouched in ANY forum. Lobbing projectiles onto the arena or attempting to thump the players as they leave said arena are generally frowned upon, and will bring a swift response from the constabulary, large numbers of which are stationed at each match to maintain a semblance of decorum. At the conclusion of the match, large sections of the crowd will repair to the local watering hole, where much good natured bantering will ensue, aided of course by a continuous supply of amber fluid. Well I think that just about covers everything...... three weeks to go and counting. Go Cats.
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