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To: epicure who wrote (11015)	2/19/2002 9:39:10 AM
From: coug	Respond to of 28931

Yes, that's all too true. And I really like sports. And I as I told you once, we were involved with a individual competitive sport at a high level.. And you see first hand, the "highest of highs" and the "lowest of lows". But the competition goes with the territory.. And it pushes you to your very best. Hell, I still run an occasional mountain run or two. It keeps me from getting fat and lazy, haha says Mary . no she doesn't, but I do have my little annual winter coat, I am again working off.

To: epicure who wrote (11015)	2/19/2002 11:27:58 AM
From: Frederick Smart	Respond to of 28931

Disorganized Sports.... >>I have never liked competitive sports for that reason. In my Super Bowl everyone would get a ring- which would make the bookies unhappy :-) Do I care? No. If people work hard and achieve something they are winners in my book. So, of course, I don't watch any sports. Nor do my kids play any organized sports.>> I agree with your sentiments totally, completely!! But there are complete New Ways of looking at the same ole, same ole model of competing, claiming, blaming, shaming, dividing and destroying the energy, light and Love that we all know exists!! And I believe a new future of sports is unfolding before our very eyes. Individuated energy is percolating inside these models - see and bear witness to MJ, etc. - which will completely transcend these control models of ownership and distrust which are desparately trying to hold onto their positions of power as they blinding continue to build new stadium after new stadium to the point where all sports have become corporatized Black Holes. For these days the average family cannot even afford go to the ballpark. So the current control models that are driving sports are collapsing just like the current corporate control models that define "business" in this world. We are right on the cusp of receiving New Truths which will reflect more purely and directly the reality of our creator's perfect order which begins and ends with a simple model that proclaims...... I AM!!! But the Old World continues to claim, blame and shame.... YOU ARE NOT!!! The current system operates exactly like Slave Trading. For the current system is based on the same control matrix of distrust that was rooted in these systems that rationalized and supported slavery. Just because individuals are willing to have their energy, light and Love - given to them by our creator - bought and sold on the open market like so much cattle does not make the current system right. Companies buy and sell and rent out individuals in the same model. Religions buy and sell and rent out individuals in the same model. Governments buy and sell and rent out individuals in the same model. This doesn't mean this is right, good or true. It must means that this is where mankind is at along the spectrum of understanding the truth behind who we really are. Things were alot worse, by comparison, years and years ago, but these models of control, distrust, claim, blame and shame persist for a reason..... Because this is what we will to love based on what we understand as being truth. I see sports transcending into a New Model which will appear to be disorganized from the vantage point of mankind's control models but which will reflect more purely and directly the truth behind our I AM existence which is freely granted and supported by our ONE Lord God In heaven Jesus Christ. 119293!! Note: I played "competitive" sports all of my growing up life until I walked on and then walked off and they tried to walk back on Northwestern University's football team. I loved the expression of freedom and energy which is at the core of our indiividuated existence. I loved playing "as a team" and could give a rats ass for this selfish "competitive" attitudes. We won more than we lost, but in my book everyONE is a winner!!

To: epicure who wrote (11015)	2/19/2002 4:26:29 PM
From: coug	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 28931

Hi X, Just turned on MSNBC.. Having a recap of the ice dancing now.. :)

To: epicure who wrote (11015)	2/21/2002 6:55:08 AM
From: Andy Thomas	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 28931

... In my Super Bowl everyone would get a ring.. it's a guy thing... 'winners' and 'losers' and all of that...just give them their games then make them do things for you the rest of the time... hopefully everyone will be happy... men love their games... it's never really personal from what i can tell... when i played competitively in the MSFT flag football league, i thought i was going to be a good player, until i found out that there were ex-nfl people and such in the league. still, i was a good pass rusher. one guy called me an 'animal' once as i scored about the 9th or 10th sack of the game. we won that one 90-7 or something... we were trying to get to 100 and it really upset them. we lost in the semifinals. our ace qb had to go to comdex and the great wr he always threw to played qb... things didn't work out. it was like the championship - the raptors against hammertime - hammertime who went on to win easily in the championship game. we were the raptors. they finally won the whole thing a couple of years after i'd left the team. i should have stayed with my original team - the blazing maniacos. they were bad but i would have gotten a lot more playing time. as it was i later left the raptors due to lack of playing time and the coach's unwillingness to pull the linemen on running plays... i played offensive guard that year... not so much defensive line. the rule in that league was that you had to have one female on your team. this was supposed to 'mellow it out.' it was very intense - much more so than i'd thought it would be. there was a team from 'canyon park' - the plant where they shipped the cds and diskettes from at the time. they were mostly black and had a lot of team speed and moxy. by the way... that was how affirmative action worked at MSFT at the time - most blacks worked out at the media shipping facilities in bothell (probably 10 or 20 miles from redmond). the ones in the hallways back at hq in redmond had to really know their stuff because there were a lot of 'white' people sitting around at meetings thinking 'aa' whenever they would speak. oh the latinos were outside doing the gardening or inside doing the janitorial. i'm proud to say that i'm a janitor now. it is very humbling. it helps me that way. my boss is latino with a house and a family and everything. he was very sad the day of the wtc. he didn't understand why anyone would want to kill regular working people. our company - abm - lost about 20 people in those attacks. anyhow the raptors had some really good players. there was this one safety - a slower white dude - he had to cover a wideout from hammertime in the regular season game. he was all over that guy - basically brawling with him from the line of scrimmage every down. i thought it was a little wild but i wasn't the one out there brawling so i said nothing. our db ended up with no shirt on his back... it was ripped to shreds by hammertime's wideout. the guy didn't catch any passes though... anyhow... this 'football' and stuff seems to be a 'guy thing'... just let them have their games then boss them around the rest of the time... oh... the thing about it not being personal... when i was in that league at msft things on the field were intense, but it lightened up a lot afterwards. it always did in every game i was ever in. one time my brother and i went down to husky stadium with some friends and ended up in a game against some kids from blanchet - the private catholic school. we were sticking those guys hard and they were bigger than us. they started hitting us back though. man sometimes a person could be sore for days after a game like that! hardly able to walk even! or in the game, knocked into another time zone by bigger kid! i guess that was our way of trying to become 'men'.... what do you think of paintball? i should have 'taken' that one woman who loved both paintball and dressing me up as a 'woman'... sometimes i wonder where she is now... we were on the same team in a 5-'man' tournament. we came in 2nd or 3rd or something. man we had some great games though. it was outdoors, in the woods. there was a good amound of ground cover - fallen logs and piles of wood and patches of deep bushes. one time the rest of the team sacrificed themselves in a frontal assault while i crept up the side. in the end i was behind the other team and easily picked their last 2 guys off. it was only paint. that is the beauty of paintball. all of that adrenaline without the death. i met a special forces veteran who didn't play paintball because it was 'too realistic.' outdoors it is a real blast. 200 rounds in the hopper and as fast as you can pull the trigger - some of these 'guys' are popping off 5 rounds per second and more. anyway, i guess that's just stream-of-consciousness... oh... one last thing... you know about msft... that place corrupted a lot of people... that's just my opinion of course. maybe 'corrupted' is not the right word. i think everyone who went through there in the first 20 years ('75-'95) or so had a 'special' experience of one sort or another. that place was a trip... what was weird about it was that all of the employees were weird... all of those bizarre minds working together. l later the middle-management-suckups weaseled in and it was all over as far as i was concerned. msft was a great company to work for. any more i'm not so sure. they lost a lot of really weird veteran people. maybe if they hired me back they would have good fortune again. a legend in my own mind...