cruiser wrote:
Thank you, guys. I'm a little surprised and humbled by the reaction. When I was writing the article, I kept thinking, "This is no good. There's no meat, no specifics."
Either I was wrong, or you guys are REALLY desperate. :) I laughed when I read Cougarageous's post about my articles being too short. This one was almost 2,500 words, by far the longest one I have written so far.
Thank you again. Your kind responses have put a smile on a weary face at the end of a long day.
Actually this was a good sized post, but it just leaves us wanting more.

Keep them coming Cruiser because they are much appreciated.
I remember when I was in high school and watched the movie Braveheart in the theater for the first of like four times. As I watched it, the movie kept me on the edge of me seat, right up to the very end when William Wallace was having his guts pulled out while laying on the executioners table. During the whole time he had been tortured he said nothing and made no noise but as his guts were being spilled onto the table in which he lay he struggled to say something to the executioner who had been mocking him through the whole ordeal. As the executioner raised his hand to silence the crowd, who by this time was pleading for William Wallace to be granted mercy, by telling them that the prisoner wished to say something. Of course the crowd and executioner were thinking that William Wallace was going to ask for mercy which then would allow him a swift and pain free death by having his head cut off. With the crowd quiet William Wallace with all the strength he could muster yelled "FREEEEEEEDOOOOOOM!" with his dying breath. It was at this point in the movie my friends and I felt like standing up and yelling the exact same thing. It was that powerful.
That's what your post was sort of like. After i read it I wanted to shout, "Goooooooooo, Coooooouuuuuugaaaaaars!" at the top of my lungs, I felt like tackling something, or punting a football...something... anything, because I was so juiced. Unfortunately for me, my wife was napping on the couch and so I couldn't yell. The only thing close enough for me to tackle were my two little girls and so that was out of the question. So I went outside thinking I would find something to punt and all I could find was my neighbors dog, which I knew he wouldn't approve of. So needless to say I had all this energy and nothing to do with it.
Oh please, let fall get here soon.
Go Cougs!