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Mac Jones needs his ass kicked. Simple as that.
Dirty plays do not belong in this game.
This isn't the first time has has done this.
Just like you at work you want to go home safe so you can provide for your family.
Going to be my worse picking week. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
LOL! It would have taken a great effort on our part to win as you and I know.
Here's the thing .............
If u look at it stat wise our defense kicked your butt.
To hold your team to 24 points is a win in my book.
That isn't a good day for your team as KC is MUCH better than that and the stats back it up.
But ............. our coaches had their heads up their butt with their run and run some more game plan.
No matter what it is in life football or anything else you find your opponents weakness and you expose it.
You go after that weakness in order to achieve your goal.
Seahawks did the EXACT opposite which blew me away.
I kept thinking ok they will start passing ............ but noooooooooooooooooo.
Your pass defense is your weakness.
Instead of forming the game plan around that they tried to win by running and failed miserably.
When you have the ability, meaning the right people, skill sets, than fine, forget the other teams weakness do what you do best on offense.
At this point and time with to many rookies and injuries to be stubborn and not recognize their lack of ability to run the ball to win that is just plain DUMB!
Andy Reid must still be laughing at us.
He is a master at game plans and our coaches didn't even give our players a chance.
TY. You as well.
Merry CHRISTmas to you all!
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.
It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted so bad that year for Christmas.
We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. So after supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible; instead he bundled up and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.
Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight."
I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my
boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up the big sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy.
When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me."
The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.
When we had exchanged the sideboards Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" "
You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked.
The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "why?"
"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jacey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him.
We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked.
"Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jacey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us. It shouldn't have been our concern.
We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?"
"Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said, then he turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring enough in to last for a while. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up."
I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and, much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks and so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy filled my soul that I'd never known before. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two older brothers and two older sisters were all married and had moved away.
Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will."
Out on the sled I felt warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. So, Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Just then the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.
Nope, I didn't forget.
TY. You know something else ............. I love Eddies posts about his Grandma.
It reminds me of the great times of my childhood.
Use to spend a week every summer on their farm.
And then the whole family would drive there probably once every couple months.
I can really relate to his stories.
I've tried to grow strawberries and other foods I remember to match my Grandma and Grandpa's garden but no go.
I do have regrets though.
I was to busy chasing the worlds ways when I got older.
I had a treasure of information FREE to obtain and it was to late when I realized what I had.
Eddie, over the years you have mentioned your Grandma a lot.
She obviously had a great impact on you.
I say this because maybe someone is out there that has .......... or can ............ be impacted like she did to you.
Believe me if you only knew my story where this thought is coming from .............. with the time we all have left keep the fire going.
Keep sharing, you just never know who takes the seeds you plant and grows with them.
BTW .............. two plays before this non call they managed to make a call to push them back 5 yards even though the receiver looked at the ref to be sure he was lined up right a process that happens all the time.
[img]First, on third-and-goal from New York's 1-yard line, Washington lined up in a full house backfield with Terry McLaurin split out to the right side and Curtis Samuel to the left. Samuel motioned from left to right, Washington snapped the ball, Taylor Heinicke handed it to Brian Robinson, and Robinson waltzed into the end zone. But there was an issue, the side judge ruled that McLaurin was not lined up on the line of scrimmage, so the Commanders were in an illegal formation.
Except, McLaurin appeared to check with the ref himself prior to the play, and the ref did not signal that he needed to move up so he could get aligned. (This is standard practice on nearly every snap. Receivers point to the ref and ask them if they are properly aligned, and the ref will almost always signal yes or no, or whether they need to move forward or backward. That did not happen here.) [/img]
Then this .......................
This was just part of the PI there was more but not a call.
It is beyond obvious who the money, agenda by the NFL wanted to win this game.
Years ago I saw it with the Seahawks getting ridiculous calls the NFL wanted a new team in the playoffs.
Unreal. I guess the rules only apply when they want them too.
Didn't know we are playing football at the park.
If that isn't PI what is?
Have nothing to do with fruitless deeds of darkness, rather expose them – Ephesians 5:11
Bingo!
Another reason to make sure your medical records state anything happens only CLEAN blood not POISONED!
Was thinking oh no another tie.
The delay of game penalty.
Unreal how stupid can you be to try to get away with that.
Still waiting to find out. My bet is it will be a game day decision.
Considering their back against the wall ......... the idiots ................ good chance he does.
That's terrible. Refs have got to learn to say wait a minute to the other ref and review the play. For the integrity of the game if fans don't like an extra minute out of their life tough.
Same old defense. Instead of getting rid of their ego realizing their defense schemes aren't working instead going to man to man so they can blitz they leave QB all nice and comfortable all day long. I'd rather get beat placing pressure on the QB than what they did ........ again.
Cowboys tried their hardest to give the game away but just couldn't pull it off.
A TERRORIST talking about saving the country. LOLOLOL!!!
You are correct some poisons the body adapts to.
Some it doesn't.
Why you constantly read .............. died unexpectedly.
So adapting to dying you all good with that?
The poison shot is a BIOWEAPON!
It is meant to harm.
Alcohol ............. IF abused will kill you.
Where this BIOWEAPON doesn't allow one to say ok I'm only going to have this much.
He says no one under 40 should be getting the poison.
Why would ANYONE place poison in their body?
I don't understand how any Doctor with half a brain cell left can say the risk reward for this poison is worth it for any age.
BTW ............. not sure if you scan the headlines in this state but they just can't make enough $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ off this scam. Thy are now telling the sheep they can have covid, rsv, and flu at the sametime better get those shots and mask up.
Just unreal they worship at the alter of their bank account.
I don't think Baker knew he had that in him either.
Raiders been playing great ball lately.
Rams missing Arnold and other great players should have been easy win just like last week for the Seahawks but they had to pull it out in last minute to win a team they should have slaughtered.
Rams not quitting.
Beyond sick.
Another act of TREASON by Biden as this man was set up ready to sell arms to kill US military.
Can't imagine him not being ready by than.
Calling it a jammed foot so far not a sprain. It's going to be Thursday is my bet before we hear anything more. My bet is he plays.
Yep, ignore the truth, distract from the truth, move on to something that fits their agenda instead of following the CONSTITUTION.
TREASON!
Don't know who wrote it but ................
DECEMBER HAS COME??
It snowed last night
8:00- I made a snowman ice?
8:10- A feminist walked by and asked me why I didn't make a snow woman. ??
8:15- So I made a snowwoman????
8:17- My feminist neighbor complained about the Snowwoman's bulky chest saying that she had been made with a masculine gaze and that it did not reflect all the women in the world who do not want their boobs to be valued. ??????? ??
8:20- The gay couple who lived nearby just belittled me saying I should have made two snowmen. ??
8:22- The Trans Man...woman... asked why I didn't just make a snowman with detachable parts. ???? ??
8:25- Vegans at the end of the block complained about carrot nose, claiming vegetables are food and not snowman decoration. ??
8:28- I got called racist because the snow couple is white. ???? ??
8:31- Muslim across the street demanded that the snowwoman be covered!!!!. ??
8:40- Police arrived saying someone had been offended. ????
8:42- The feminist neighbor claimed again that the snow woman's broom needed to be removed because it depicted women in a household role. ??
8:43- The Justice Officer came in and threatened me with eviction. ???? ??
8:45- BBC report team showed up I wonder if they knew the difference between snowmen and snowwomen? I replied "snowballs" and now they call me sexist. ??
9:00- I was on the news as suspected terrorism, racism, homophobia, sexism, sexism, machismo, xenophobia, transphobia. ??
9:10- They asked me if I had an accomplice. My kids were taken by social services ??
9:29- Far-left protesters, offended by everything, marched down the street demanding my arrest. ?? ?? ?? ???? ?? ?? ???? ?? ?????? ?? ?? ???? ?? ?? ??
At noon it all melts ??
This is what we have become, the world of politically correct mazapanes where in no time, even breathing can offend someone. ??????????????
What I'm saying is that should have been the decision from the start not after bad publicity forced the suits to pull their head out.
It was a common sense decision right at the start instead of after the backlash.