If you think that, then you've never experienced those other things. Except the guy with the coke. I bet you've "experienced" a guy with coke before and I legitimately hope he was gentle.....
still think she's the hottest woman to ever walk the planet in the history of mankind. they should put her on the twenty dollar bill
definitely hot. i prefer raquel though. she was before my time but thank god for film and photographs
Football in my family is like religion. I loved football ever since my first game in pop warner in flags at age 5 and graduated to the pads at age 6, taking 2nd in Nationals in Pop Warner is always a great memory down in Mobile, Alabama (i'm from NJ) when I was 11. Winning state championships when I was 9, 11, and 12(never winning in HS though, which will always haunt me). I was the smallest kid in weight and height on all my teams until my Sophmore year of HS, I finally hit a nice growth spurt which was a GREAT thing for me because size was my only issue but I still always played every Varsity down in Pop Warner and High School with 12 years in pads as a HB, CB, K, KR/PR, my older brother was a huge mammoth of a person (a great MLB and LT) and he was always jealous of the fact my team won championships and never his team despite always having more "talent" on his team every year (and he was also jealous of my speed and agility, of course, as any older brother Lineman would and the fact I played Special Teams [he never played Special Teams] as well as Offense/Defense), inner house competition fueled my brother and I to be great. I would always poke fun at him because throughout my life I scored at least over 100 TD's and my brother never once scored a Touchdown his whole life or won a championship, he would ask me what it feels like to score a TD and win a Championship, he always wanted that Championship Varsity Jacket(x3 that I had with a 2nd place in the Nation trophy) like his little brother. I love Football. So to the days of Pop Warner, where my older sister always cheerleading on my older brothers teams and my little sister always cheerleading my teams (my 2 little brothers only played flag because my mother saw the toll it was taking on me and my older brothers body by the time they were ready to play(Big Bro broke a piece off his elbow in a game when he was 10 and tore his hamstring in HS his Junior Year in a game and me with 4 broken fingers [at seperate ages/times] and suffering 2 High Ankle Sprains to the same ankle when I was 9 and playing through it, then breaking 2 ribs when I was 10 and then the ultimate hip injury and concussions) and my little bro's didnt share maybe AS MUCH interest in playing as me and Big Bro did and my Dad in the announcing booth as the announcer for every game and weight class at my organization and my mom telling me it was like watching someone make art with how I played and my mom was always very protective of us kids, so getting her support to play football was always hard but she always still tells me how much she enjoyed watching me run the ball and that's something I will hold onto forever (to big Bro's credit, he was the nastiest, meanest player around, I was just a skill player and we were different mold's of 'Athlete')... It was great times when the whole fam was involved and a memory I will cherish forever because my 3 littlest siblings (sister and 2 brothers) ended up going to a different HS because we moved to a new area my Junior year but I got a waiver to stay at Highland. My 'to this day' injury's that effect me because of playing Pee Wee/HS is I have 8 RECORDED concussions and dislocated/fractured/chipped (the chipped bone is still inside my hip as we speak and it wont go nowhere until I get my hip fully replaced in my 30's) my hip in my last game ever played (HS Playoffs-Senior) in a game where I had 200+ rushing yards, 50+ receiving yards and 3 INT's, 5 pass defended, 3 rush TD, 1 Defense TD (yes, on pace for my best game ever) before the FIRST HALF WAS OVER but snapping my hip Dennis Pitta style on a play where I broke off a 50 yard run (3rd 50+ yard run in the half) and tried to get cute and try a quick juke on the Free Safety who was the only man to beat and he had an angle on me down the sidelines but instead of just giving him my best move...My Stiff Arm, which defensive players had a hard time defending and me just breaking off the long run for a TD...But, I decided to get cocky, I got cute and I let my ego get in my way and I wanted to make this FS look bad, and I paid the piper with a dislocated hip but I wouldn't change it for anything. Still never watched the replay of that run to this day.... It wasn't a hard hit, just awkward because of the angle he was running at and me trying to quick juke him while he was on that angle, but still have never mustered up the courage to watch that play or game despite how well I was doing before the injury, I still remember my Doctor leaving his Philadelphia Eagles PrimeTime Sunday Night game(my HS playoff game was scheduled for Saturday but we had a severe storm full of lightning that Sat. and the game got pushed back to Sunday Night) game to come put my hip back in place at the hospital (after coaches said I had just a 'hip pointer' and I could still play, which I tried until I collapsed at the hash marks on the field when trying to walk back out to the field and then they sent me to the hospital after they figured out it was a more serious then a 'hip pointer') and my Doc telling me afterward that playing Football was over....FOREVER (still the saddest words I have ever heard to this day) and me attempting a comeback would be a bad idea (his exact words) and telling me that I might never be able to have sexual relations with any women ever again (which wasn't true... thank goodness) and I was only 17 at the time and then being told I had to be home schooled for the next 2 months after that in the middle of my Senior Year, but, yet again, I wouldn't change a thing about it because I love football and I never held any ill will towards the guy who snapped my hip making the tackle because that IS FOOTBALL and injury's happen and I gave my team a nice 35-10 cushion before the half was over (and they did end up winning that game 49-30 but lost the next playoff game 41-6) and broke my hip so I always saw it as glass half full type of situation and couldn't be too upset that I was hurt. My 40 time did get noticeably worse the following year and I called it quits instead of trying to walk on at a College Program somewhere and never tried to play again even though I still get an itch to play Semi-Pro every now and again. (My speed actually re-developed through time and i'm faster then ever now [as far as short-distance sprints go, like 40 and 60 yard burst is fast] but my hip causes some major pain some days and it will be hard just to walk around on those days). Played with DE Mike Daniels of the Green Bay Packers in High School (Highland Regional Representing) but not Pop Warner(and also wrestled with Mike in Pee Wee and High School, he was an amazing wrestler too, going undefeated his Senior Year). WR Damiere Byrd who played for South Carolina GameCocks and is currently in Panthers Training Camp as a rookie was a life long backup of mine as well in Pop Warner, we went to different High Schools, he's as fast as a lightning bolt but really small for NFL size, i'm pulling for him. I love Football, I love the NFL, I love the Miami Dolphins most of all! Football season is my favorite time of the year, the traditions, the fantasy football drafts, the playoff parties, the holidays, the eating, the cheering, the trash talking of friends (of different fan bases and fantasy football teams), its just a great time of year and its good that all my family and friends love football season just as much I do! Hopefully the Phins make us proud this year! All of this above is why football means so much to me! It's in my blood and always has been. My history with the game is what made me love it. From playing Football on side yards and parks with the neighborhood school buddies everyday before Football practice (Only on Football Game Days were the only times I wasn't playing games of pickup football before hand) and even play during the Winter before Wrestling Practice/Matches and Spring before Baseball Practice/Games, I always had a football on me and most of the time when I'm relaxing nowadays, I STILL DO have a football in my hands. I love the Pigskin, I love Football more then any other sport and that's by far and I'm happy to share the same favorite team as all of you guys here at thePhins.com and Phin fans everywhere! I sometimes get frustrated with the Dolphins but im still happy that my Pops and Older Brother made me a fan of this team and they will forever be my un-battled Die Hard team in sports. This all sums up "What Football Means To Me", my history with the sport, to all the 100+ yard rushing games, to all the multi-td games, to the gamechanging defensive play/TD which would swing momentum in many games, to all the points scored, to all the plays I was blessed to take the field for, to the injuries I have gotten, all the blood, sweat, and tears I put into the sport, all the bones I have given, to the faces in the locker room and huddles with you and still being able to see their faces after all the years that pass by, to throwing on my helmet with the "Deion Sanders" facemask w/ my Dark Oakley Visor and Nike Gloves and Cleats and then seeing my athletic trainer wrap my ankles, wrists and fingers in tape under my gloves and over my cleats(so much tape) while playing Music on my Walkman or Ipod to self prepare/hype myself for the game, to walking out to the coin toss nearly every game with complete silence in the stadium like the Calm before the Storm, to the National Anthem being sung before Kick Off and thinking "oh yea! Its show time" to always having your teammates back in any situation on the field, to the family weekends at the football field when EVERYONE in the family showed up so you had to play extra special that day, to my sister's cheering for me and my brother's teams in Pee Wee, to my Dad playing RUN DMC after every TD I scored in Pop Warner, to my Dad also never letting me or my older brother wear long sleeves during cold games because long sleeves were "for cheerleaders", to my Dad always inspiring me to break the first tackle and never go down on first contact or else "I would lose my starting job" even though I was the best player on my team 95% of my life and I still listened to him and made sure it always took 2 or 3 guys to bring me down even though I was the smallest guy out there, and him showing my older brother the importance of playing as a sideline to sideline MLB (which is where Big Bro made his name, wore #54 after Zach Thomas, I wore #13 every year from flag to HS after admiring the greatness of Dan Marino even though I never played QB and was strictly a HB/CB every year, that was always my # and I can recall many times hearing players from other teams say "there's #13" as I walk past them), to needing to get hit on my first carry/kick return/punt return of every game to get those butterflys out of my stomach, all those Games Under The Lights in HS, the glory, the winning, the losing, to the reading of your name in various newspapers and articles, to the 6 All Star Games I played in and people I met along the way, to playing at 100% ability even though your body is banged up, broken and bruised, to the trash talk between me and my big brother on who's the better player which was stupid because we played completely different positions (and he was also 4 years older then me) but we still made it competitive, to the trash talk on the field with your opponents, to the friends you made from different Organizations/High School's in between the white lines, to the NFL players I know today and played with that are doing big things in the NFL and did well at D-1 Colleges, that's "What Football Means To Me". That's my story, sorry for making it so long.. Go Big Mike! Go Damiere! Go Dolphins!
I know Sandra just got the award and all and I really truly would leave everything for her... but there never has been and never will be a woman as beautiful as Raquel. Even at 65-70 yrs old she was exquisite. Not hot you silly children. Amazing, breathtaking, perfection but always classy, never cheap, didn't have to expose her self or be obscene in public to be desirous. The world needs more women like that.
Marilyn Monroe? Ann Margret, one of my all time favorites.. Raquel,Rita Hayworth,Angie Dickinson, Bo Derek.
