The Great Amigo Thread...

Hostile said:
Forgive me for sharing personal info in this as an example.

It dawns on me that I kind of get what Dez was going through. In 1985 I walked on to the BYU football team. I redshirted and basically got hit a lot in practice and made a lot of friends. It was a great experience and it fed my love for this game. Obviously I wasn't on a scholarship of any kind and I had to make ends meet. So I went to work at a steel warehouse. I liked the money, and lifting steel gave me one hell of a workout.

We had a rack up front for customers to buy individual pieces of steel. I got a ticket for some 2" by 2" 1/4" thick square tubing. There was none in the sales rack. So I began searching in the warehouse. I found 2 bundles but they were at the bottom of a rack of steel underneath several layers of racks and bundles of other steel.

I got the foreman (Mike too) and showed him. It would take almost an hour to move the steel above to get to that size. Mike told me to get some nippers and climb alongside the two bundles and cut the bands. Then come out and pull the pieces I needed for the customer out, and then go back for some more for the pieces rack.

When I cut the 3rd of the 4 bands on the bundle of steel the stack bulged. I yelled for Mike and he put his arm up against the bundle and told me to get the hell out of there. I moved my head out of the way and removed my push on the bundle. The 4th band broke and about 1000 pounds of steel came crashing down on my right leg.

Mike got a 7 inch gash in his arm when the bundle broke and he had to go get stitches. That was going to leave the business with no one to work the warehouse. I was scared out of my wits because I was in pain. But I didn't want to believe I was that hurt. The owner, Roger, tried several times to get me to go get checked out. I refused.

I knew I needed to. I couldn't do it. That was on a Saturday. On Monday morning I called Roger and told him I needed to go to the hospital. He agreed and came and got me. I will never forget Doctor Provost saying my football days were over. I was supposed to be the backup FB in 1986. I never once got on the field. A dream unfulfilled.

I have nowhere near the talent nor the passion of Dez Bryant. But I guess when I really think about it, I can understand his unwillingness to find out. I didn't want to know either. I limp to this day, though I'm so good at hiding it most people don't notice. I can't say I have ever truly recovered from that day. April 26, 1986. Yeah, I still remember the exact day. I hate that day. I was in fantastic shape, and in a matter of a few seconds I was out of football.

I can't say I completely get why Dez didn't take care of this sooner, but I kind of do. If I am being honest I kind of do.

Sorry again for the personal intrusion. Just really empathizing a little with the player.
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If I am being honest...

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He remembered the docs name. Completely legit. I mean, who doesn't remember every doctors name they have ever seen?
 
Iamtdg said:
He remembered the docs name. Completely legit. I mean, who doesn't remember every doctors name they have ever seen?
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I thought giving the Dr. the name of 'Provost' was a very nice touch considering this fairy tale was based in Provo, Utah.
 
Genghis Khan said:
I thought i was reading the first draft of Rudy for a second.
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Actually this is a second draft. Here is the original story of Dr. Provost:

Football was supposed to be my life man. From the first time I sat and watched a game I was hooked. I organized games in the street by my house every single day that I could get people to play. I didn't care if it was 2 on 2 and I had to be all time QB. I played when it was 11 on 11, tackle football on dirt fields with no helmets or pads and I was the littlest guy out there. I did it when I was the biggest and fastest guy out there too.

I dreamed of the NFL to the point that I never tried drugs. I never drank alcohol. I never smoked. I worked out every single day. All aimed at getting my shot. I walked on to a college football team and was Rudy. I look at that move now and think, I should have worked even harder. One of the worst days of my life is when Doctor Provost came in to the exam room I was in, holding my x-rays, and told me football was over for me. 3 weeks after I was named the backup FB on the team and was finally going to get to be on that field. I wanted to die. Seriously. That isn't a joke.

The guy I backed up, made it to the NFL briefly. I honestly do think I could have made it had I not got hurt. I wouldn't have been a star. I have no delusions of that. I was fast, but I had no wiggle at all. I loved hitting. I loved blocking.

Then for a time I got into coaching. It started as a HS scout. I still get asked by High Schools in Arizona to come work for them. I don't have the time and they don't have the money. I got to coach QBs for a year at the college level. It was so much fun. The point is, I know how hard these guys work to get where they are. I can't find it in my heart to dislike them the way some of you guys do. I just can't.

I'm not wired that way man.
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Not one of his best stories. I was expecting the conclusion to say:

"With Mike's gashed arm, he couldn't carry the steel to the sales floor. With all my might, I hoisted the beams upon my shoulders and hobbled over there. Mike pleaded me to stop, but, dammit, failing to get that beam to complete the sale was like marching 99 yards and getting stopped on the one. I wasn't paid to do 99% of a job. I had to cross the goal line. It's how I was raised.

It wasn't the initial steel collapsing on my legs that permanently ended my career, but worsening my knee on that walk to the sales floor that did seal my football fate.

I carried the two beams in the shape of a 'T' for balance. Roger said it looked like Christ dragging his own cross to the crucifixion. I'm no savior, but we did salvage the sale.

Turns out the customer, Paul, was in construction and was completing an apartment complex. He was wearing a brown fedora - very professional looking. The apt complex was to house employees of orphaned children. Paul witnessed my grit, commitment and determination. He wanted to tip me, but I refused. I get paid for an honest hour by the honest hour. Nothing more, nothing less. Paul came back days later and was able to get me a job as property manager of that apt complex. Told his team that he refused to complete construction unless I was hired. Paul passed away shortly thereafter. I still think of him on occasion especially when I see a man in a funny looking hat. Interesting how my life has been shaped by men wearing it."
 
I am really shocked it took him several years to disclose the fact that his going the extra mile for a customer cost him his life's dream under a thousand pounds of steel pipe.
 
pdom said:
Not one of his best stories. I was expecting the conclusion to say:

"With Mike's gashed arm, he couldn't carry the steel to the sales floor. With all my might, I hoisted the beams upon my shoulders and hobbled over there. Mike pleaded me to stop, but, dammit, failing to get that beam to complete the sale was like marching 99 yards and getting stopped on the one. I wasn't paid to do 99% of a job. I had to cross the goal line. It's how I was raised.

It wasn't the initial steel collapsing on my legs that permanently ended my career, but worsening my knee on that walk to the sales floor that did seal my football fate.

I carried the two beams in the shape of a 'T' for balance. Roger said it looked like Christ dragging his own cross to the crucifixion. I'm no savior, but we did salvage the sale.

Turns out the customer, Paul, was in construction and was completing an apartment complex. He was wearing a brown fedora - very professional looking. The apt complex was to house employees of orphaned children. Paul witnessed my grit, commitment and determination. He wanted to tip me, but I refused. I get paid for an honest hour by the honest hour. Nothing more, nothing less. Paul came back days later and was able to get me a job as property manager of that apt complex. Told his team that he refused to complete construction unless I was hired. Paul passed away shortly thereafter. I still think of him on occasion especially when I see a man in a funny looking hat. Interesting how my life has been shaped by men wearing it."
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:lol
 
My Boss Just Dropped By
Hostile said:
I have told you in the past he is a Broncos fan. He was gone to Galveston for all of last week to the beach. I congratulated him on his win.

Him: "You too. Man, I hate the Cowboys. No Romo, no Dez, no stud LT, no stud CB and you still managed a win on the road with a rookie QB."

Me: "Yeah, it feels pretty good."

Him, walking off: "No it doesn't. When you hate them, you hate to see them playing good."

Me, yelling at his retreating back: "You don't have to face us unless it's in the Super Bowl."

Him, yelling back: "Yeah, and as you have already told me we don't do well against you in Super Bowls."




Anyone else just incredibly freaking happy today at other's misery? He is madder about our win than he is happy about his team's win.
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Anybody believe this conversation actually happened?
 
NoDak said:
My Boss Just Dropped By


Anybody believe this conversation actually happened?
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No. But what is more unbelievable is that he feels that anyone would be interested in a verbatim conversation that is so damn mundane.
 
NoDak said:
My Boss Just Dropped By


Anybody believe this conversation actually happened?
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It's so stupid.

Time and time again he posts these random conversations with fans of other teams who all can't help but praise the Cowboys.

Giants, Packers, Broncos, etc. He knows fans from all teams and they all speak so highly of the Cowboys.

It's such BS.
 
E_D_Guapo said:
No. But what is more unbelievable is that he feels that anyone would be interested in a verbatim conversation that is so damn mundane.
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I talked to my VP earlier by the printer:

Him: "How was your weekend?"

Me: "Fine. How was yours?"

Him: "About the same. I am going to be awhile. This thing is about 50 pages."

Me: "Oh, ok. I'll just come back later then."
 
dallen said:
I talked to my VP earlier by the printer:

Him: "How was your weekend?"

Me: "Fine. How was yours?"

Him: "About the same. I am going to be awhile. This thing is about 50 pages."

Me: "Oh, ok. I'll just come back later then."
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:lol
 
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