FB: Minnesota Intercollegiate Athletic Conference

[Knightstalker]

If there were no Lutherans - would there still be green Jell-O?

I asked the GAC grad where I work out about this.  He said the answer clearly was "no" and then went on to talk about jell-o with cottage cheese.

Lutherans will put just about anything in green jell-o - bananas, cottage cheese, cardboard, small children, lefse, lutefisk, or industrial cleaning agents.

mmmmmmm stuffed jello, the stuff legends are made of.

[Knightstalker]

I was listening to Mike and Mike this morning on ESPN radio.  They were talking about Kirby and Golic said the one thing that stood out to him about Kirby Puckett as another professional athlete was the fact that he played the game with the joy of a child.  Golic then went on to say it reminded him of what his father would tell him before every game he ever player.  Remember everything you ever learned about the game and remember why you started playing to begin with.

[johnnyadmit]

Is it odd that we always had red jello with crap in it at my church when I was growing up?   Green was saved for the special occasions.

[MongolianWarrior]

The best thing about jello is that there is a color for every situation.  Plus, as Frank pointed out, booze may be the best combination with it. 


Just watched the Saved by the Bell where Kelly breaks up with Zach for her manager at the Max.  Vey emotional.  Good thing Screech always has a few good one-liners to keep things real.

[Knightstalker]

Green Navy jello was always interesting.  It had a nice rubber like consistancy.  You could hold the pan up perpendicular to the floor and punch the jello and not leave a mark.  It was good for bouncing on the floor.

On a non-jello note even NY loved Kirby:
NY Daily News

[SUMMIT!!!!!]

I posted this on the hoops board, but some of you never meander over there.... 

Like all of you, I am overwhelmed by the loss of Kiiiiiiiirby PUCKitttttt. He was everything baseball is missing now-- he played from the heart, for the moment and for the joy. For all the enthusiasm he brought to the playing field, he gave back tenfold in happiness, joy and excitement. As someone fortunate enough to meet him and spend about 2 innings talking baseball and life with him one game He was funny, sincere, and humble. Those 15-20 minutes rank among my happiest memories in baseball.

He was a tough out but a fan's delight. Sure, he had his off-field troubles, but they only proved he WAS human, something we often forgot watching his incredible, un-human play.

Even though he said "Don't cry for me" when he announced his retirement, I guarantee you thousands of fans and other Minnesotans disregarded his words today...and rightfully so. Right now, I imagine he's sharing a good laugh with Zoilo, Allison, and Battey (old Twins would hang together) and reaching up, robbing Ruth of a HR and flashing that mega-kilowatt smile of his.

[Maroon&Gold]

I posted this on the hoops board, but some of you never meander over there.... 

Like all of you, I am overwhelmed by the loss of Kiiiiiiiirby PUCKitttttt. He was everything baseball is missing now-- he played from the heart, for the moment and for the joy. For all the enthusiasm he brought to the playing field, he gave back tenfold in happiness, joy and excitement. As someone fortunate enough to meet him and spend about 2 innings talking baseball and life with him one game He was funny, sincere, and humble. Those 15-20 minutes rank among my happiest memories in baseball.

He was a tough out but a fan's delight. Sure, he had his off-field troubles, but they only proved he WAS human, something we often forgot watching his incredible, un-human play.

Even though he said "Don't cry for me" when he announced his retirement, I guarantee you thousands of fans and other Minnesotans disregarded his words today...and rightfully so. Right now, I imagine he's sharing a good laugh with Zoilo, Allison, and Battey (old Twins would hang together) and reaching up, robbing Ruth of a HR and flashing that mega-kilowatt smile of his.

Awesome post Maniac.  Its a sad day for sure, but Kirby created a lot of positive memories for Minnesotans to keep forever.

[tmerton]

Green Navy jello was always interesting.  It had a nice rubber like consistancy.  You could hold the pan up perpendicular to the floor and punch the jello and not leave a mark.  It was good for bouncing on the floor.

I remember Navy jell-o (and that would be bouncing on the deck), though for better or worse we didn't have much of it in the officers' wardroom.  The culinary experiment I remember the best, from my ship's deployment to Vietnam, was that the wardroom stocked up on frozen papaya cups.  After six months of frozen papaya, I still can no longer eat one, fresh or frozen.

I remember being told a story about a Frenchman's first encouter with jell-o.  He could tell from watching others to use his spoon to eat it, but after he put it in his mouth he didn't know whether he was supposed to chew it, suck on it, or just swallow it.  (I know, Frogs swallow; other Frog jokes are welcomed as well.)

[Knightstalker]

This was the jello in the enlisted mens mess hall at the Great Mistakes (I mean Lakes) Recruit Training Center.  On a sub the officers and men eat the same meals.

[tmerton]

On a sub the officers and men eat the same meals.

Yeah, plus all the ice cream you can eat 'til you grow out of your blue leisure suit.

[Knightstalker]

On a sub the officers and men eat the same meals.

Yeah, plus all the ice cream you can eat 'til you grow out of your blue leisure suit.

Nah, after the real ice cream ran out all that was left was that nasty powdered soft ice cream mix that tasted like plastic.

[Johnnie Red]

tmerton, nice to see the picture of Knute Rockne. I had the privilege to taking my son to see Notre Dame play Ohio State in South Bend in `96. Both teams were ranked in the top five at the time. What a great experience that was! The college football hall of fame is a must see for anyone who loves college football.

My dad and two of his law school buddies at the University of Minnesota took a road trip to South Bend to see the Gophers play the Irish in the last half of the 1930's. They made a stop in Cicero at a speakeasy. My dad had some relatives in that area who set up my dad and his friends so that the police broke into the speakeasy and told them they were under arrest. One of his friends, who was later a Minnesota Supreme Court justice, told the officers that they had certain rights. The officer told him to shutup, since he was in Cicero. Experience my dad never forgot.

[Lone Auggie Backer]

What an amazing front page at espn.go.com     The articles, numerous, recounting the amazing person that was Kirby Pucket has now been given a smaller percentage of the screen.  In its place is a large story talking about a book that will be released this summer describing, in full detail, Barry Bonds' steroid use.  It perfectly shows why now all is wrong with baseball and just exactly what it needs.  Too many players this day don't dream big, and work hard at their dreams like Kirby suggested in his HOF speech.  Rather, they work hard at figuring out what drugs don't show up on blood and urine tests.  They no longer make the two handed catch of the routine fly ball.  Instead, they lazilly snag it with one hand while mugging for the camera to further increase their "marketability."  I remember when Kirby resigned with the Twins and passed up making vastly more money elsewhere in baseball, but instead "settled" for what Mr. and Mrs. Pohlad offered in order to stay in Minnesota to be with his buddies in the dugout.  Now, we as baseball fans, to indirectly quote Jerry Seinfeld, cheer simply for a jersey.  We no longer cheer for our favorite player, because it would get too expensive to buy his new jersey every year. 

Terrence Mann said it right. "The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again. Oh people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come."

Unfortunately, for all of us that loved the game, loved Kirby, and loved the way he made the game right again, we've lost him. We will "most definitely come" (go) to the games still, yet we no longer will get to see the electricity that Kirby brought to the game. Hopefully this will make the current young stars of MLB take notice, and we'll get to watch players get beat at first by just a hair, after running out the ground ball.  It is what the game needs. 

To Kirby....  Best of luck against Cy Young!

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[johnnyadmit]

Never in my life would I have thought reading about a pro athlete would make my eyes misty....    So many different people from so many different parts of the country have chimed in with love for the Puck along with wonderful thoughts and memories of how he's touched lives of fans and rivals alike.   I also think it's wonderful that the highlights and positive influence he had on everybody in his life have overwhelmed the comparatively few mistakes he may or may not have made.  Whaddya say Catholics- start the canonization process??   

[johnnyadmit]

Speaking of...  Why is it that only the Catholics can nominate saints??  Call me ignorant, but are there Lutheran saints?