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Ultra Peanut
03-08-2005, 10:13 PM
Touching, really.

Father's eyes
A teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his Father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game.

This young boy was still the smallest of his class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior.

All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a walk-on. Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul into every practice and, at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.

The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in the game.

It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Will it be all right if I miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even worry about coming to the game on Saturday."

Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate.

"Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man.

The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this crucial game. But the young man persisted, and finally, feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said, "You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before, was doing everything right.

The opposing team couldn't stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied.

In the closing seconds of the game, the kid intercepted a pass and started for the endzone. Just before he could cross the yardline for the winning touchdown, his foot slipped and he fell. Members of the opposing team piled onto him and the football slipped from his fingers and was recovered by the opposing running back, who returned it 98 yards for a touchdown. The fans broke loose, throwing trash and food at him. His teammates walked over him to the locker room, and spit on him on their way by.

Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, "You ****ing asshole. There's a reason I never let you play, you know. You suck."

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said. "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and... I really ****ed it up. I hate myself."

SO REMEMBER RIGHT NOW:
Nobody is very proud of you.
Nobody is thinking of you.
Nobody is caring about you.
Nobody misses you.
Nobody wants to talk to you.
Nobody wants to be with you.
Nobody hopes you are not in trouble.
Nobody is thankful for the support you have provided.
Nobody wants to hold your hand.
Nobody hopes everything turns out all right.
Nobody wants you to be happy.
Nobody thinks you are a gift.
Nobody admires your strength.
Nobody can't wait to see you.
Nobody loves you for who you are.
Nobody treasures your spirit.
Nobody is glad that you are their friend.
Nobody wants to get to know you better.
Nobody wants to be near you.
Nobody wants you to know they are there for you.
Nobody would do anything for you.
Nobody wants to share their dreams with you.
Nobody is alive because of you.
Nobody needs your support.
Nobody will cry when they read this.
Nobody needs you to have faith in them.
Nobody trusts you.
Nobody hears a song that reminds them of you

Get ****ed.

Valiant
03-08-2005, 10:19 PM
I am glad you can finally post about your life..good for you... your doctor is doing wonders...



classic thou...

keg in kc
03-08-2005, 10:23 PM
SO REMEMBER RIGHT NOW:
Nobody is very proud of you.
Nobody is thinking of you.
Nobody is caring about you.
Nobody misses you.
Nobody wants to talk to you.
Nobody wants to be with you.
Nobody hopes you are not in trouble.
Nobody is thankful for the support you have provided.
Nobody wants to hold your hand.
Nobody hopes everything turns out all right.
Nobody wants you to be happy.
Nobody thinks you are a gift.
Nobody admires your strength.
Nobody can't wait to see you.
Nobody loves you for who you are.
Nobody treasures your spirit.
Nobody is glad that you are their friend.
Nobody wants to get to know you better.
Nobody wants to be near you.
Nobody wants you to know they are there for you.
Nobody would do anything for you.
Nobody wants to share their dreams with you.
Nobody is alive because of you.
Nobody needs your support.
Nobody will cry when they read this.
Nobody needs you to have faith in them.
Nobody trusts you.
Nobody hears a song that reminds them of youI've been looking for something new to hang up by my computer. Thanks.

Wonder if I can find a version with a sunset, or doves flying?

siberian khatru
03-08-2005, 10:31 PM
And thus began: The William Bartee Story.

C-Mac
03-09-2005, 12:24 AM
Nobody mocks George Thorogood!

mcan
03-09-2005, 01:28 AM
And thus began: The William Bartee Story.


funny... :clap:

ENDelt260
03-09-2005, 01:36 AM
I hope he killed himself. Nothing's more important than a football game.

Count Alex's Losses
03-09-2005, 01:37 AM
ROFL

Hilarious!

Rain Man
03-09-2005, 09:54 AM
I laughed, I cried, then I read this story and did it all again, but I don't think it was related to the story.

cookster50
03-09-2005, 10:12 AM
I laughed, I cried, then I read this story and did it all again, but I don't think it was related to the story.

I passed gas.

Dave Lane
03-09-2005, 11:00 AM
And thus began: The William Bartee Story.

You sir are a liar! Notice the part about the interception!

ROFL

Dave

Skip Towne
03-09-2005, 11:07 AM
Just more of Psicosis' drunken ramblings.

Frankie
03-09-2005, 11:40 AM
Marked for future reading....
Carry on!