Tim Robbins in that and before as rookie ‘Nuke’ LaLoosh were his pinnacle, I think. Unless I missed something (entirely possible.)
What about The Hudsucker Proxy? I might have to go back and watch Bull Durham again. I’ve seen you mention that one before, I believe.
I didn’t see that, I think. Coen Bros, eh? Bull Durham may not hold up, mid-80s, but I think his comic performance probably will. Kevin Costner as a plausible jock. Susan Sarandon very sexy. And her blond southern gal pal, Minkie (?)
Oh, wait! There was ONE thing that happened, posing a mystery, which a cam solved: There was a bunch of mail dumped on the parkway grass, some opened, some not. Checking the footage, a couple of short, mid-20s Americans on stingray bikes had sorted their booty and then dumped the rest about 12:30a one night.
Not yet but one did say something to the critter V3 the other night, still trying to translate it, but it is probably against community guidelines to post it anyway.
I did see that.
Part of boot cam training was taking off you bell bottom pants, tying the legs in a knot and jumping in the pool. After you are in the water you have to swing them over your head back to front to fill them with air and use as a flotation device. It actually does work as long as you keep the waste area under the water and hold tight.
Quality fabric, I’m betting, tight weave? Ah, when duty was heavy and things were made to match.
When I was in junior high, about 12 yoa, in the summer, the gymnasium was open all day for use by the neighborhood kids, the big draw was ‘bombardier’, which was sort of dodge ball but a lot ruffer. The gym and games were supervised by the athletic coaches and they oversaw a game where people were allowed (encouraged) to CREAM each other with those brickish-red air-filled four-square heavy rubber balls, the intent was to make your opponent HURT squirm and squeal in temporary stinging pain. In three years, no one ever got hurt. How is that possible, I don’t know, but it was, no exaggeration.
Wait, tad poles start with no limbs and then grow their back limbs first. Were you adolescent frogs chucking the dodgeball with your tails?
Umm… I’ll take a stab at answering that… Frogs have regenerative abilities, particularly tadpoles and younger frogs. They can regenerate lost or damaged tissue. They also have special skin adaptations that make their skin highly permeable with special peptides that prevent infections and promote healing and quick recovery. Plus their camouflage ability help make it more difficult to hit them with ball as easily. Plus some other adaptations that are debatable whether they help with this game… You just didn’t notice the potential injuries because of your superpowers… But the point is, it seems like a false equivalency to claim that you and your peers were fine while these new fragile young huuuumaaaamns are more susceptible to such injury without the same resiliency and fortitude you benefitted from as a young tadpole.
At least it wasn’t frog baseball.
No superpowers, just a little in-shape, pugnacious squirt.
As I remember it, the games were segregated by grade, all seventh graders creaming each other, but within the seventh grade, there were jocks, and there were not-jocks, and there were plenty of not-jocks who weren’t much threat and were easy-pickin’s for a big fat splat, I don’t remember them quitting, even though they weren’t competitive.
If the coaches thought you were capable, you’d be allowed to ‘skip’ a grade, 7th grader playing against 8th, maybe even ninth if you had the weight and height.
My old man wanted me to be a baseball player, so he would drill me for hours, hitting ground balls for me to field, trying to create every kind of bad hop possible on the seams between sidewalk and grass, laughing devilishly when I’d take one in the puss and complain. My grandfather sat on the stoop laughing, too, he liked to watch us work out.
At least.
Now we need equal time from a not-jock who may have seen it quite differently. Did they HATE getting creamed and just sucked it up because their folks made 'em stay and play? Were there really ‘plenty’ of not-jocks attending? Not-jocks seldom speak up.
There was this one not-jock who lived near the school who could deliver papers on his skateboard while reading a book. Not just once, all the time, and he seemed to never look up. He was my not-jock hero.
This not-jock was meant to be a writer/reporter not a newsreader. His body made it plain to him on camera.
There’s a scene where he’s at home singing a song, reading a book and watching the news simultaneously and he notices it and incorporates it into the lyrics of the song, but it’s not on YT from what I can tell. Here’s another:
According to dictionaries, the definition of “Jock” is:
an enthusiast or participant in a specified activity
The example listed was even “a computer jock”
So…a writer/report or newsreader can still be a jock.
In fact, you can technically suck at something and still be a “jock” for it if you are a “participant” in it.
So, based on those clarifications, your groups who played dodgeball as jocks, and groups who played dodgeball as non-jocks both were participants in dodgeball, and could both be labeled as “dodgeball jocks” since they were both dodgeball participants.
So…you can like or dislike jocks, but EVERYBODY is a jock of some kind or another.
Though, colloquially it is often used as a stereotype of an athlete or sports culture vs intellectual pursuits/activities…I still like to play semantics with my old frog buddy when he gives me a good excuse.
Yes, peep, YOU are a jock, and so am I, and so is everyone. What kind of jock you are is another story.
This should’ve been a post in your word of the day thread.
Since this thread has gone off topic long ago I ma going to post a picture of @peepeep at my cottage patio table yesterday morning. Thanks for paying me a visit frogman
Uglier than I thought.
I kind of enjoy that about the water cooler… Wyze allows me leeway with water-cooler threads for things like that.