WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
The Most Amazing Football Play Ever. Or Just Another Rugby Play – BSBFB
byVanderleunonSeptember 22, 2017
The further you get from professional sports, the better the competition. I don’t care why they did it. I don’t care if they did it for the wrong reasons. They did it, and it was glorious. – BSBFB
End Zone angle of the final play of Trinity vs. Millsaps Football. Down 24-16 with just over two minutes to go, Trinity’s Riley Curry scored to cut the lead to 24-22. After a missed two point conversion attempt, Trinity’s defense held Millsaps to a three-and-out without using any timeouts. The Tigers were left with two seconds and 60 yards to go for a score. 15 laterals and 62 seconds later, Trinity crossed the goal line to win the game and take the upper hand in the conference standings. Seven of the 11 players for Trinity touched the ball including, Blake Barmore, Shawn Thompson, Riley Curry, Josh Hooten, Michael Tomlin, Stephen Arnold, and Brandon Maddux.
Obviously CGI
because
there is
no
other
explanation
Rob De WittSeptember 22, 2017, 2:10 PM
Ah, the old Alma Mammy….
I actually went to college for a couple of semesters at Trinity back in ’64-’65, until somebody came along and got me pregnant as a means of getting even with her mother. The football pretty much always looked like that (heavily improvised), which made it worth using the Student Activities card to go see the games. They also had Chuck McKinley – Wimbledon ’63 – on the tennis team the year before.
Jim Cullum’s Happy Jazz Band live in the river clubs, highest-level choral music on tour and in the rehearsal halls, Gatemouth-by-God Brown with just an amp and a microphone on the floor of the Student Union one afternoon, unexpectedly. Struggling to learn how to fingerpick, and Josh White explaining to me how he couldn’t really play the guitar anymore while I stood in awe talking to him; trading jokes with Joe Morello and Eugene Wright in the men’s room while Brubeck took a break. And I had a beautiful daughter until they took her away from me.
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Bill JonesSeptember 22, 2017, 6:58 PM
Why do you clowns call this football?
I don’t believe I saw a single foot hit a ball.
The game is handball.
NoriSeptember 22, 2017, 7:01 PM
Nobody missed a catch, and nobody dropped one. Stellar!
JayneSeptember 23, 2017, 5:31 AM
Rugby, yea! I learned to love football when my son was in high school and played. Oh, but he was passionate about football. And it rubbed off, I now occupy the NFL watching time alongside my husband. So great, go Pats!
But, whoa, but what a fickle passion did my son hold.
Off to college with him. Although big and strong in my eyes, he is not college football material.
Enter, rugby.
And like a woman left at the alter, football became a distant, poor, memory in his rear view mirror. His blood is up, way up, for rugby! And, my, my, what a fantastic game it is, yea. Started at lock freshman year, and now as a senior he is grabbing the ball out of scrums for his team at hook!
Yea, that play looked quite like rugby!
GordonSeptember 25, 2017, 1:12 PM
Hooker, Jayne. Your son is a hooker. And proud to be one, I’d bet.
heh, says the former scrummie. Former, in part, because I was playing on (yes, on) the Red River of the North in East Grand Forks in January. It was a sevens tournament. I had the ball, some guy grabbed my other arm, and managed to slam me down on the point of my shoulder. The ice was quite unforgiving. The referee would let me leave, but wouldn’t allow someone to replace me. I played the last 20 minutes with my left arm flapping around. Separated shoulder, the docs said later. 30 years later it aches all the time….
BramSeptember 29, 2017, 9:21 AM
Jayne – I played rugby and now would watch it over football too. My son plays High School football and loves it, we’ll see where he ends up in a few years.
But I agree with the sentiment of the post – I would much rather watch high school and college athletics these days.
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Glorious, indeed!
Obviously CGI
because
there is
no
other
explanation
Ah, the old Alma Mammy….
I actually went to college for a couple of semesters at Trinity back in ’64-’65, until somebody came along and got me pregnant as a means of getting even with her mother. The football pretty much always looked like that (heavily improvised), which made it worth using the Student Activities card to go see the games. They also had Chuck McKinley – Wimbledon ’63 – on the tennis team the year before.
Jim Cullum’s Happy Jazz Band live in the river clubs, highest-level choral music on tour and in the rehearsal halls, Gatemouth-by-God Brown with just an amp and a microphone on the floor of the Student Union one afternoon, unexpectedly. Struggling to learn how to fingerpick, and Josh White explaining to me how he couldn’t really play the guitar anymore while I stood in awe talking to him; trading jokes with Joe Morello and Eugene Wright in the men’s room while Brubeck took a break. And I had a beautiful daughter until they took her away from me.
San Antonio in the Spring, honeysuckle and magnolias. Pretty idyllic while it lasted.
Why do you clowns call this football?
I don’t believe I saw a single foot hit a ball.
The game is handball.
Nobody missed a catch, and nobody dropped one. Stellar!
Rugby, yea! I learned to love football when my son was in high school and played. Oh, but he was passionate about football. And it rubbed off, I now occupy the NFL watching time alongside my husband. So great, go Pats!
But, whoa, but what a fickle passion did my son hold.
Off to college with him. Although big and strong in my eyes, he is not college football material.
Enter, rugby.
And like a woman left at the alter, football became a distant, poor, memory in his rear view mirror. His blood is up, way up, for rugby! And, my, my, what a fantastic game it is, yea. Started at lock freshman year, and now as a senior he is grabbing the ball out of scrums for his team at hook!
Yea, that play looked quite like rugby!
Hooker, Jayne. Your son is a hooker. And proud to be one, I’d bet.
heh, says the former scrummie. Former, in part, because I was playing on (yes, on) the Red River of the North in East Grand Forks in January. It was a sevens tournament. I had the ball, some guy grabbed my other arm, and managed to slam me down on the point of my shoulder. The ice was quite unforgiving. The referee would let me leave, but wouldn’t allow someone to replace me. I played the last 20 minutes with my left arm flapping around. Separated shoulder, the docs said later. 30 years later it aches all the time….
Jayne – I played rugby and now would watch it over football too. My son plays High School football and loves it, we’ll see where he ends up in a few years.
But I agree with the sentiment of the post – I would much rather watch high school and college athletics these days.