Well, this is sort of chilling. I guess it happens between two males during mating season. Anyhoo, check it out. Looks as if something’s about to go down.

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Cool. Click to scroll through the pics.

So true.

Thanks men. I’m proud of every one of you.

A few weeks ago things were great. As a high school basketball coach in Southern Ohio, my team had just completed back-to-back 17-win seasons and consecutive trips to the District Tournament at the Convocation Center in Athens, Ohio, our third and fourth trips there in the last 5-years. We accomplished this with few complaints from anybody. In fact, aside from one meeting during our 2015-2016 season and another in 2012-2013, things had run incredibly smoothly in our basketball program. I was extremely proud of my teams, their families and the Paint Valley administration and community. But let’s go back to the beginning . . .

About 6-years ago I was approached by the Athletic Director at out school and was asked to coach the boys basketball team, a job I’d held 16-years prior. I was apprehensive to say the least, so I asked several people their opinion. I was told that it wasn’t a good job, that we were a small school playing much bigger schools for the most part, there was very little talent in the program, and that the kids lacked the commitment to basketball that was evident in football. I was told that it was a different time, that kids were too busy with social media and online games to come to do the extra work or to open gyms.

I took the job anyway, and a week later we had 40 players at our first open gym. Turns out all you had to do was open the doors and they’d come right in. Who knew?

The interest was there, and it soon became obvious there was some talent in our school too.

That first year we won 8-games with a great group of guys, including 5-seniors who set the tone for the years to come. These guys bought into what we were doing and believed in me from the beginning. Our younger players watched them, saw how hard they worked, and that got us off to a good start. That first year we won those 8-games, including a win in the sectional tournament. The next year we won a Sectional Title and went all the way to the District Championship, and followed that up the next year with 16 wins, another Sectional Title and another District Final appearance. After a down year we bounced back with two straight 17-win seasons and two more Sectional Championships. As I mentioned before, all this with only a couple complaints, both of which were addressed and dealt with.

Or so I thought, which brings me back to a few weeks ago.

Again, I had no idea there was a problem until I was asked to come to a meeting with my Principal and Athletic Director on a Thursday. When I arrived I was told that our school board president had been given a list of “Public Concerns”. Right away the word “public” raised a red flag with me because the word “public” made it seem like the entire community was behind it, which I was sure wasn’t the case.

I was then told that the list was anonymous, rendering the term “public” meaningless, at least in my opinion. Hell, anyone can send in a list of complaints and say they were from the public. They may as well have said “national” complaints for all I cared at that point. To me, an unsigned letter is not a letter at all.

However, I was given a copy of the list, which I’ll happily show you later because I want to be as transparent as possible.

As I read the list, it became clear that a few people sat around a kitchen table somewhere, wracking their brain and trying to recall things they could add to the list. Since a few of the “concerns” involved the same people it’s pretty clear who all was involved. Was it a BOE member who actually created the list so they’d have a reason to vote against my renewal? I’ve been told by credible people that yes, it was.

At the time though, I wasn’t really worried. After all, it was a bunch of petty and trivial complaints that I was sure the board would dismiss for what they were, which was basically nothing. The administrators paid to evaluate me – the superintendent, principal and athletic director – were all going to recommend me to be rehired at the board meeting the following Monday.

To be sure, however, I called and texted all the board members to explain my position and to make sure we were all on the same page.

Of the five, two responded positively, one told me he didn’t feel comfortable talking about it and two refused to respond at all. Uh-oh. It was at this point I began to sense something was wrong.

Because of this I thought it would be a good idea to address the board before the vote. I did, and I went over each complaint, explained what each was about, and basically stated my case. Below are my notes regarding each concern, with the concern in bold and my response following. Click to enlarge:

As you can see, most were trivial, and in any event had been taken care of months, and in some cases even years ago.

Note: The complaint about leaving the players who were late for the bus came from one particular over-protective helicopter parent who just can’t get past it. It happened over 2-years ago.

As I went over my notes, one thing became apparent. Three of the board members didn’t care. They refused to look at me. They sat there, heads down and silent. What I was saying was irrelevant. The decision had clearly been made. When I finished there were no questions and zero discussion. This, after I’d given my heart and soul to the district for 25-years.

I was then non-renewed by a vote of 3-2.

After the meeting one board member, the president, stopped and attempted to explain to people who had gathered there, while the others who voted no walked briskly by with their heads down. I was told by the board president that he had, without further explanation, “followed his heart.”

Huh?

One month later, 2 of the 5 board members stepped down in protest, not just because I was non-renewed but because they felt the Paint Valley Board of Education had acted unethically, and quite possibly even illegally, in making the decision. You see, it’s illegal to have private meetings regarding board decisions prior to the board meeting, and this clearly occurred. And oh by the way, texts, phone calls and emails between 2-3 people is considered a meeting. It’s all spelled out in the Ohio Open Meeting Act and Sunshine Law.

Here is one of the board member’s letter of resignation, posted with his permission:

 

The letter speaks for itself.

I’d never blame any of my players for what their parents have done, and I hope you don’t either. I got along with all my players the past 6-years, and even the ones whose parents caused my non-renewal know I care about them. I know this because they’ve told me privately.

Am I upset about what happened? Of course I am. We’d changed the culture and were successful. We’d built something at Paint Valley I was proud of. We were a family. And as many of you know it takes a long time to build a culture, but it can disappear overnight. And in the end, a few people took away something I loved. Worse, I believed I had the support of the three people who voted against me.

Turns out I was wrong. They didn’t even have the courage or courtesy to come to me man-to-man, face-to-face, and address the issue. They took the coward’s way out. I considered all three friends, and I truly believed one would always have my back. He’d played for me and we’d won Paint Valley’s last league title together. Instead of having my back, however, he stabbed me in it.

The best damn fans anywhere. I love you guys.

And yes, I’ve heard the rumors. The board members who are saying that there’s “more to the story.” This is a common tactic among people when they’re trying to put doubt in people’s minds. Believe me, there’s nothing more. If you hear that, demand to hear the “more to the story.” There are no dark secrets. My coaching staff, players, and the administrators who are paid to evaluate me know this.

In retrospect it’s clear this had been in the making for awhile. I know for a fact at least one board member had talked to possible replacements for me as far back as January, and several people have told me that one board member was upset about his son’s varsity playing time. And believe it or not, there were apparently jealousies over all the attention my 6′-11″, 305-pound center received, the same player who happened to end up being the all-time scoring leader in school, league and county history. He also received a full scholarship to play Division I basketball, so yeah, he got some attention.

Bottom line, the decision to non-renew my contract was decided long before that meeting.

And you know the funny thing? All they had to do was sit me down after the season, look me in the eye and tell me that they wanted to make a change. If they’d had the common decency to do that I would have stepped down willingly. Instead, they chose to take the route they took. Guess it was easier for them.

Hey, you learn from these experiences. Some defend you fiercely and some are outspoken against you. And yes, you can learn a lot about those who remain silent too. Your circle grows smaller but stronger.

I’m also fully aware that, although I loved coaching at Paint Valley, there are worse things that can happen to a person. My family members can attest to that right now, believe me.

That said, I still love Paint Valley. I always will. A few small-minded, little, cowardly people can never change that. I wish nothing but the best for our athletes, and I only hope whoever coaches the basketball team loves the team, the school and the community as much as I do. I’m proud of the work I did there, the success we had, and the relationships I developed with my players, coaches, students and the best damn fans in the SVC.

And nobody can ever take that away.

Here’s Leah the Orca using bait to snatch dinner. Nice try, bird.

On a related note, this guy is an idiot. I mean, we just saw an Orca outwit a damn bird. He could grab this moron in a heartbeat.

A woman in Oklahoma died after she was mauled by dachshunds. On Thursday, 52-year-old Tracy Garcia was attacked by a pack of 7-dogs, all weighing less than 30-pounds and shorter than knee-length, near her home on Banyon Road in Ardmore, Oklahoma.

“From what it appeared, about seven dogs had attacked her,” Carter County Sheriff Chris Bryant told Oklahoma News Four, adding that when authorities arrived on the scene, one of the dogs charged at them, and they had to shoot it.

“Unfortunately, yes, we had to shoot one dog,” Bryant told the outlet. “It did charge our deputies and to protect our deputies, as well as the medical personnel, we did have to put down a dog.”

Well, that’s just unfortunate. Listen, there’s absolutely nothing funny about somebody dying. You know, unless it’s one of those idiots who walks into a lion enclosure or something, then it’s funny as hell. You know what else is funny? A woman being mauled to death by a pack of Wiener Dogs. I mean, do you think her last thoughts were, “Well, this is awkward. Not exactly the way I wanted to check out. Damn you to hell, Weiner Dogs.” And you cannot convince me the cops didn’t make fun of the deputy who shot the charging Weiner Dog. “Really Hank? You had to put a cap in little Trixie’s ass? You couldn’t, you know, jump on a lawn chair or something? Geez. That’s embarrassing, man.” Anyway, hell of a way to go I guess.

PS- Can you imagine being in this woman’s family? 5-years from now somebody will ask you what happened to Tracy and you have to say, “She was taken out by a murderous pack of Weiner Dogs.”

PPS- After rereading this I see that perhaps it’s not that funny. Apologies in advance.

PPPS- Nah, it’s funny.*

This dog saves his pal from drowning because that’s what dogs do, man. A cat would have probably put its paw on his friend’s head, held him under and gleefully watched him die. Dogs? They jump in and push their buddy back to safety, then hop out ready to frolic poolside. Dogs, man.

While perusing the worldwide interweb late last night I stumbled across this little mind-blowing nugget. The pilot episode of a TV series called The Lone Gunmen, broadcast on March 4th, 2001, featured a plot to hijack a plane and fly it into the World Trade Center. That, my friends, is chilling. Watch and try not to feel all freaky and whatnot:

Aaaand, speaking of predictions . . .

Pistanthrophobia is the fear of trusting others due to bad experiences in the past and relationships gone wrong.

 

Who’s hungry?

Holy . . .

Cool.

 

Well, so much for Wedding Day being all about the bride, huh? Listen, everyone knows how I feel about this sort of stuff. Maybe I’m being old fashioned here, but l say the bride should get all the attention and not some assclown with his guitar. It’s not about you, idiot. At least save it for the reception.

PS- This ranks right up there with the groom who showcased his soccer skills by kicking a ball up the aisle. Good grief. 

PPS- Hell, I could have shot free throws to show off at my wedding.

PPPS- Correction: Weddings.

PPPPS- November Rain does have a killer guitar solo though.

So a French family was visiting a wild animal park in Holland and thought it would be a swell idea to hop on out of their car with the kids, set up some lawn chairs and chillax with some 180-pound killing machines that have the ability to run 75 miles per hour. I mean really, what could possibly go wrong? Sadly, they made it back to their car before getting mauled to death.

PS – This video is proof that cursing in English and Dutch is exactly the same. Cool.

Pretty interesting.

Gary Larson, circa 1986

When you look back at pop culture, you can occasionally follow history back to points where everything changed, to the points that paved the way for everything that came after, the people that introduced their audiences to a strange new way of thinking that eventually becomes the new standard. Think The Beatles, All in the Family or The Sugarhill Gang.

Well, in the world of comics we’re talking about The Far Side. The Far Side ran from January 1st, 1980 to January 1st, 1995 when Gary Larson, to the dismay of his fans, retired.

Larson introduced an entire generation to the surreal, random, and occasionally very dark humor that would become part of the language that we all speak. Oh, and he also included a lot of animals, which I dearly loved.

Larson could be really edgy, and for this reason was banned from several newspapers. Was some of his stuff inappropriate? Oh yeah. But was it funny? Hell yes.

But enough of this chatter. Let’s take a look at what I consider to be some of his best stuff. I’ll refrain from commenting and let the awesomeness speak for itself.

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Good stuff. Click on the tweet and scroll away.

Although 1920’s Chicago has a reputation as being lawless (mainly because of Al Capone), that simply wasn’t the case. Here are the annual murder rates in American cities in 1927:
Memphis – 69.3
Charlotte – 55.5
Atlanta – 43.4
Miami – 40.0
Little Rock – 37.9
New Orleans – 25.9
Detroit – 16.8
Chicago – 13.3
New York – 6.1
Los Angeles – 4.7
Boston – 3.9

Fun Fact – The average in the United States today is 6.0.

New Hampshire coming in strong.

So that’s where it comes from.

Check out Rabbit Island, man. Just an island full of friendly rabbits looking for someone to cuddle with. This is an island where rabbits rule, bro. They are well fed, free from predators, and spend their time lounging around getting photographed by fawning humans. Sure, the island is famous for being the center of chemical weapon production, but hey, bunnies!

Fascinating.

Not the guy, but you get the picture.

So I’m at the doctor’s office this week, just sitting there in the waiting room after I checked in minding my own business. Nurses are occasionally stepping out of the door leading back to the docs, calling out names of people and taking them back to their appointments. I’d just taken a seat when a nurse stepped out and said this:

“Andre? Is there an Andre here?”

No big deal. Some dude named Andre was next. But then, to my right . . .

“ANDRE! ANDRE THE GIANT! WOOHOO! THE BIG MAN! AAAANNNDDRREEE!”

You see, there was a gentleman in the waiting area that was, shall we say, a little unbalanced. He’d heard the name Andre, associated it with Andre the Giant, and had rolled with it. When he yelled we all kind of jumped because it startled the hell out of us, but then we’d smiled, realizing what was up. But a few minutes later another nurse came out . . .

“George? George?”

Which brought the guy back into the mix.

“BOOOOOOOSH! George BOOOOOOOSH! W!  DUBYA! BOOOOOOOSH!”

Ah, so this was how it was going to be. This unhinged dude was going to hear a name, associate it with someone he knew with the same name, and go to town. At this point I was enjoying myself immensely, although some were appalled, even angry. What could be next?

“Charlie? Is Charlie here?”

I should have seen it coming, but damned if it still didn’t surprise me . . .

“CHARLIE! CHARLIE SHEEEEEEN! TIGER BLOOOOOOD! TWO AND A HALF MEN! WINNING!”

I swear to God at this point I was in tears. This dude, although a little disturbed, was dialed in like you would not dream. But then came the kicker . . .

“Dave? Is Dave here?”

Hey, it was me! But as I walked to meet the nurse . . .

“SHOOOOE! Coach SHOOOOE!”

Then, very calmly:

“Hey man, sorry about the coaching thing. That was a really bad deal.”

Well I’ll be damned. Maybe the guy wasn’t so crazy after all.

We all need some uplifting photos from time to time, am I right? I’m here for you, kids. Click on the photos to read the captions.

I’ve said it 17-million times. It’s a damn shame Todd Rundgren is not in the Rock Hall of Fame. I wrote about it in the acclaimed blog Something/Anything: Todd Rundgren’s Magnum Opus. Bottom line? Todd should be in the Hall of Fame. Anyway, take some time and listen to one of the Top 10 albums of all time and get back with me. Thank you and goodnight.