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Does anyone know who this is? 

I just received the following pm and I'm at a loss:

I do not respect you, I feel you are a bit simple minded. My interaction with you has been totally a negative one. My advise to you, go fly a kite. You can transpose that in any way you want. It means so many things like P i s s off, and the whole realm of expletives. But my message to you, no matter how it is expressed is constant. Go away and never return, you are not welcome in my world. Buzzzzzzz Off lady!!!! This will be my last communication with you , unless you choose to comment in your 'Mob' rules clan, about me in the future. My advise , save yourself some mmisery and avoid me at all costs.

and this is how Stinky and I work it out!

Freedom is not free.

Happy Birthday USMC.

Dear Coach, 
 
I know very little about football and less about coaching. I do however know that my child is a better man today, having played for you. 
 
This boy never played a down before his Freshman year and to accomplish what he has, makes me very proud of the young man I call, Stinky. I am extremely grateful to you, your staff and his teammates for the education and support he has received, we have received. 
 
I know my child. I know his ways. I saw a look of such pride and happiness when he removed his helmet last night. Openly expressing his joy is not his way. A void filled. He chose to fill a huge hole in his heart with determination to improve. Last night, that hard work paid off. 
 
Coach, you helped him get there. He wanted, he needed, to prove to you, that you didn't waste your time, concern, energy. It is his way of saying thank you. He's not done. He'll give you everything he can to get you to the next level. I promise you, I will stand behind him and push as necessary. 
 
I've hated you for three years.  I thought you were abusive. I could never verbalize these things to you, but I do believe I need to say them as much as you deserve to hear them.  I was wrong.  You were what he needed. 

Congratulations and thank you, Coach. Thank you for helping me raise my beautiful boy. I'm very proud of the end product. 
 
Sincerely, 
 
Stinky's Mom
 

First it was the Yankees

and then.........

My Spartans

I missed you awful girlfriend!

I'm so happy you have returned and yes, you are lovely.

Just remember to remember the rules. 

None of that love stuff .... and nothing vanilla. 

Vanilla may be obtained elsewhere.

that something? You guys came out like you were on a mission.  Okay, so you were.  You went to their house and stomped.  You slammed your way of playing down their throats.   Even those refs tried to win the game for them.  They couldn't either. 

So many bad calls.  So much crap.  Pete single handed tried to win that game.  I felt badly as he looked so pathetic and desperate.  You guys did what needed to be done to move on.  I hear we get two home playoff games as a result of this.  Would that be accurate?

How about that touchdown?  Crap kid....the tape on that one is going to be beautiful.

You know Stinky, you were always a better pitcher than Pete.  He could never hit you.

Too bad.  That really was something.  I'll be out getting the papers in the morning.  Reading all about it.

And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage that you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing...
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind

And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong

Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on...
Stay safe tonight

You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom

Walk on, walk on
What you've got they can't deny it
Can't sell it, or buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight

And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Home... hard to know what it is if you've never had one
Home... I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is

I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Leave it behind
You got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you feel
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress-up
All that you scheme...
 

I always knew how important Dad's were.  I always wanted a real one of my very own.  Paul Simon describes what Dad means to me in this song.

I always knew that Paul Simon was an American treasure....

It's the pregnant pause that haunts me.  When I asked you, if it was me.  There was a long pause, as you searched for words.  I reminded you how well I knew you and how you had to picture everything.  You finally said....yes. 

I knew just then, it wasn't.  It was that conversation that destroyed me.  All the years dreaming and that simple pregnant paused, yes.  I know you well.  You wouldn't hurt me any more than you already had.  You love me, but it's not me you want to dance with.

I knew not to wait in the alley.  Jimmy wasn't coming back.

I didn't lie.  You were last.  You just couldn't be there.

You gave up.  So much of him is you.  So much of him is me. 

He'll never quit.

Lumpy, I pray you can see what you're missing, you fool. 

the final release....so sad.  It was all over too soon.