coach joe

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i make too many of these but here have another

(i accidentally called joe the coach and not manager and chapman isn’t a cub anymore but you get the point)

The first time Auston Matthews met Mike Babcock, it was in the Detroit Red Wings’ coaches office at Joe Louis Arena.


Matthews was 17, playing for USA Hockey’s National Team Development Program about 45 minutes west in Ann Arbor. His coach was Don Granato, brother of Tony Granato, assistant to Babcock in Detroit.


The morning of a Red Wings game, Matthews and teammate Matthew Tkachuk came with Don Granato to watch practice and preview life in the NHL. Babcock had seen them play against the University of Michigan, and he told Matthews, “You’re a good player, but you can’t let your talent make up for your work ethic.”


“It’s something that I’ve always remembered,” Matthews said.


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Matthews grew up in Scottsdale, Ariz., and didn’t realize how good he was until he tried out for the NTDP and stood out against the best players of his age group in the United States. It gave him top coaching, top teammates, top competition and experiences like meeting Babcock.


It also gave a glimpse of his personality: humble but confident, calm but competitive, unaffected and unafraid, the kind of person who could play pro hockey in Switzerland at 18, play in the World Cup of Hockey 2016 before his NHL debut and star in Toronto without acting much like a star.


“I really enjoyed my time there, thought I learned a lot, really progressed as a player, as a person,” Matthews said. “Some of my closest friends kind of come from those two years.”


Matthews lived in a suburban subdivision with his billet family: Brian and Heidi Daniels, their sons Cole and Camden, and teammate Luke Opilka. He kept his room clean, brought down his own laundry, made his own breakfast and lunch. One day, the family brought home some mulch. He grabbed a shovel and helped spread it out.


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“I’ve never met a more competitive kid,” said Camden Daniels, now 15. “If he lost, you weren’t going to hear the end of it for a couple days.”


But you wouldn’t hear much about ice hockey.


“Whenever we went out to dinner or anything and some of my friends would be with him … Everyone knew how good he was, and he would just play it off like it was nothing basically,” Camden Daniels said. “You would have never thought he was doing what he was doing.

Time for some post-Leave your Lovers fluff.


Andy came to Las Vegas after years of coaching serious and competitive teenagers. The switch to teaching Mites and Squirts was a little tough. Kent, meanwhile, had been skating with the Li'l Aces for years, and throve in it; his favourite days had always been the ones with the kids, and dating their coach meant he had even more excuses now. He was even helpful setting up practice plans; she’d spent the summer reading through materials for younger kids, but felt more at home with complicated plays and drills, not getting the kids to connect stick to puck.

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Artemi “Blackhawks Magazine” Interview Transcription

I was asked to either post pictures of/transcribe the Artemi Panarin interview in Blackhawks Magazine; I opted to transcribe it so you can actually read it!  I was afraid the pictures would be unclear.


Artemi Panarin came to Chicago from far away and has made it in a big way.  The Russian rocket became an instant fit with the Blackhawks, endearing himself to fans and teammates.  Panarin is still learning to speak English, but here, through an interpreter, he conveys how advanced he is at life and hockey.


You are a star in Chicago after only a few months.  Based on what you’ve accomplished so far with the Blackhawks, are you a star back home?

I don’t feel that I am a star in Chicago.  I would like to be, but not yet.  There are a lot of stars with the Blackhawks.  I am an OK player.  I’ve been good at times.


All right.  Now that you’re an OK player in Chicago, do they follow you back in Russia?

I come from a very small town.  Korkino.  Friends and family followed me when I played in Russia for a few years, and yes, now they can maybe watch some of the Blackhawks games if they are on television.  They would have to get up early in the morning.  In Russia, a lot of people follow the Russian players who are over here.


Do you ever get homesick? 

I miss family and friends, of course.  My mother and father do not live together; they are separated.  I am very close to my grandfather and grandmother.  My grandfather taught me a lot about how to play.  He played once, not at the highest levels.  Maybe they will come to Chicago for the playoffs.  I basically left home when I was 10 to pursue hockey.  So I have been by myself for a while.  No problem.  Sometimes it is good to be alone.  Sometimes it is good to have solitude.  That gives me time to go over things, to think things over.  I live by myself, but I’ve met some good people, including of course my teammates.


Do you cook for yourself?

Oh, no.  Oatmeal in the morning for breakfast.  But for lunch or dinner, I usually go out to eat.


You certainly look like you’re happy in a completely new environment, whether you’re playing hockey or off the ice.

I try to have fun all day, every day.  Chicago is very nice.  Lots of nice people, lots of nice restaurants.  There is one not far from the United Center.  Red Square.  I can go there and pretty much order for myself, whatever I feel like.


What are your impressions of the Blackhawks and Chicago since you arrived last summer?

I came here with high expectations.  I heard so many good things about the city and the Blackhawks.  So I was expecting this to be a place where I would like to play hockey, and I have not been disappointed.


Let’s talk about that.  Stan Bowman, the vice president and general manager of the Blackhawks, says he and his staff began taking a long, hard look at you just over a year ago.  But so did a half-dozen other NHL teams.  Why did you pick the Blackhawks?

I heard about the way they play and saw some of how they play.  They play a nice style, the way I like to play.  Skate, play smart.  I like smart.  I like to play with the puck.  So do they.  Good hockey.  What I thought it would be like is what it is like now.


Bowman said a couple of his scouts, Mats Hallin and Ryan Stewart, were instrumental in the process, plus Barry Smith, the Blackhawks director of player development, who had coached in St. Petersburg before you played there.

Yes, we talked quite a bit.  They were very positive that the Blackhawks and Chichago would be right for me.


You certainly didn’t pick the Blackhawks because of money.  Bowman signed you to a two-year contract at the maximum entry-level salary ($925,000), which is all you could have gotten anywhere in the NHL.  He also said if you had stayed with St. Petersburg of the Kontinental Hockey League, you could be making three times that.

No, it was not about the money.  I thought it was time for me to see if I could make the NHL.


You were not drafted by any NHL team.  Was it because you were thought to be too small?

Too small?  I don’t know.  Maybe.  But here I am. (Smiling.)


According to Bowman, your contract included a clause that if you weren’t on the Blackhawks roster by December, you would be free to return to Russia.  There would be no minor leagues for you.

Yes, but I was confident that I could make it in the NHL.  I could have gone back to Russia if I didn’t make it, but I wasn’t really thinking about that.


Recently, you lost your frequent interpreter, Viktor Tikhonov, who was picked up on waivers by the Arizona Coyotes.

A good man.  He helped me a lot with the language and with getting used to being in Chicago.  He’s a good player, too.  I hope he does well with his new team.  Also, I have become friendly with a good family in Chicago, Andrew Aksyonov and his wife, Yulia.  They picked me up at the airport when I got here and I spend time with them.  We are good friends.


You’ve obviously hit it off with Patrick Kane, your linemate, on and off the ice.  You’re taking English lessons on Skype, but Patrick says he thinks you actually understand what he’s talking about a lot of times.

(Laughs.)  There are some sayings, some expressions, that I have picked up in the locker room, being around him and the other guys.  I don’t think I will say them all here.  But we do have a way of communicating.  Or maybe we’re just pretending that we understand each other when we really don’t.  (Laughs again.)


If you were to take Patrick for a classic Russian mean–if you haven’t done so already–what would it be?

Borscht.  Have to have borscht.  Maybe Russian ravioli.  Like dumplings.  Dough on the outside, meat inside.  Good.  I haven’t taken him for Russian dinner yet.  He took me to dinner not long ago.  Italian.  He paid.  I like the food in America.  But not fast food.  I don’t do fast food.


How about American beer?  Hockey players everywhere like beer, right?

Don’t like beer.  Ever.  Don’t drink at all during the season.  Summer, vodka.


What do you think of Patrick as a player?

One of the best in the NHL.  He is great to play with.  We kind of have a mutual understanding of what we’re supposed to be doing on the ice.  And my fellow Russian, Artem Anisimov, our center.  I can’t say anything negative about him either.  He does everything well.  He’s another great player.  So many great players on this team.


But you’re only OK?

I’m OK.


The KHL is generally regarded as the second-best league in hockey.  What’s the difference between the KHL and NHL?

There are a lot of good players in the KHL and good teams.  And there is good support.  When I played in St. Petersburg, the building was full.  But not full like Chicago.  And in the NHL, there are more good players, more good teams than anywhere.  KHL is good quality, but not like NHL.  The game here is faster.


Why do you think the fans in Chicago have taken to you so intensely?  They love you.

Maybe some of them do; I don’t know if they all love me.  But if I get excited, I show it.  Maybe some people like that.  Part of my job is to entertain.  We’re here to have run, right?  The atmosphere for hockey in Chicago, it’s exciting.  Loud.


What other Russian players do you admire?

Pavel Datsyuk, Evgeni Malkin, Alex Ovechkin and Ilya Kovalchuk, who I played with in the KHL.  Now I am friendly with Vladimir Tarasenko, who plays in St. Louis.


Head Coach Joe Quennville, apparently, was the one who nicknamed you “Breadman.”  Do you know why?

Because my name sounds like that restaurant: Panera Bread.  I haven’t eaten there yet.  I have gone there for tea.  Lately the coach is just calling me “Bread.”


How does Coach Q communicate with you?

When I came here, he told me, “Shoot the puck.”  When I don’t play well, I can see the look on his face.  He doesn’t say anything.


With the strong start you had this season, a lot of experts are already touting you as a possible winner of Rookie of the…

(Without interpreter) 24!


Wait a minute.  You just said that without an interpreter.  You understood where I was going with that question.

(With interpreter) I’m 24.  I played a few years in the KHL.  I don’t think of myself as a rookie.  It’s my first season in the NHL, but not my first season.


All the guys say you’re funny and have a great sense of humor.  How is this possible if only one other teammate, Anisimov, can understand Russian?

Me, funny?  Maybe it’s something they see in my face when I’m smiling or laughing.  I laugh at something I say, they think it’s funny, and then maybe they laugh, even though they really don’t know what I’m saying.


Above your locker, you have a religious icon that you often look to and touch.

I am religious.  Orthodox Christian.  My grandfather and grandmother, a lot of it came from them.


You mentioned enjoying solitude on occasion.  Do you think a lot about hockey when you are by yourself?

Sometimes.  If I have a good game, I don’t think too much about it.  If I have a bad game, I think about it.  I am hard on myself.  I am a critic of myself.  I am harder on myself than anybody else is.  Sometimes the mind goes too fast.  You have to clear it.  When things are not going well, like some of the guys told me earlier this year, it is good to just relax.  Sometimes you think you made a bad play.  Then you look at the film, it wasn’t that bad.


Girlfriend?

Nyet.  Single.


What would you rather do? Go to practice or sit down for an interview?

Practice.  Especially if the interview is a long one.  If the interview is too long, I don’t like that as much as a short one.


Is this interview running too long?

I would prefer going to practice.  This interview, it’s not so short anymore.  It’s going longer than practice.  (Laughs.)

I want a sequel to Bend It Like Beckham where Jess tried to go pro, but the league folded, so she ended up going to law school instead and now she’s a dissatisfied lawyer (aka “a barrister, bored out of [her] mind”) who writes about women’s soccer for peanuts in her spare time.

But Jules stuck with it, and has played in multiple iterations of women’s soccer leagues in the US, and is now in the NWSL, playing for shit ass pay in a shit ass stadium in front of like 3,000 fans, but she’s every bit as determined as she was when she made them start the Hounslow Harriers girl’s side.

Joe is coaching the England Women’s National Team, and he convinces them both to come back, so Jess has to get into shape Rocky style (but has been playing for fun all the while so she’s still pretty awesome), and Jules is just so fucking committed and determined.

And then they play in the Women’s World Cup and actually do really well and the whole country gets behind them and it’s lovely.

the-snake-roberts  asked:

Hey I missed out on the Cain heavyweight title reign but how come his fights always get delayed or just straight up canceled? I never heard a straight explanation for why his body is so fucked up

His team, AKA, is notorious for their incredibly hard sparring sessions. As a result a lot of their guys are injury prone - Rockhold, Khabib, D.C., Thomson, Ruslan, and Cain - especially with their knees. DC tweeted about a month before UFC 199 (where Bisping KOed Rockhold), bragging about dropping Rockhold twice during a sparring session.

Then there’s the his S&C coach, Joe Grasso, who is probably the worst S&C in the whole of MMA which is saying something. Look at this shit:

Football Is Dangerous

I could hear the boys cheering from the sidelines, actually being louder than all the football mom’s combined, which was impressive for how loud those woman could be. I shot my group of cheerleaders a quick smile before turning to focus back on the game, moving swiftly down the field, heading towards the ball.

The game was almost done, the score was tied, and my team was playing against our rivals. Needless to say, the tension was high. I narrowed my eyes at my target, watching her feet move the ball swiftly down the field, heading towards our goal. But I pushed myself harder, sprinting towards her. I had cut in front and stolen the ball, pushing it back in the other direction.

The cheering from my other teammates got louder, and the ones of the field with me moved around me, forming a kind of shield as I made my way towards the other teams goal.


No one really could describe how it happened, but just as my foot connects with the ball, sending it towards the net, another foot connects with my supporting leg, and the ground is moving towards me at an alarming rate.

I close my eyes, lifting my arms to protect my head as I crash to the ground. I feel something twist, but I’m too in shock to register the pain right away. I lift my head, wincing slightly, looking towards the goal.

“Did we win?” I ask, glancing over at my teammate, who’s staring down at me in surprise.

I hear a whistle being blown, it pierces through the silence that has fallen across the field.

“Y/N?” Suddenly my best friend is by my side, and Joe’s face is full of concern. I can see the other boys hovering behind, shooting each other worried looks as well.

“Are you okay?” Another voice asks, and I blink over at my coach, who’s kneeling on my other side.

“Uhm, I think so.” I mumble, sitting up.

“Let’s get her up.” My coach says, and Joe nods as they both pull me to my feet. The moment I try and put pressure onto my one foot, I almost fall back to the ground. Joe catches me quickly, and I gasp for air, trying to breathe through the pain.

“So, not okay.” He mumbles, letting me put my weight against him.

“Guess not.” I smile weakly, looking over at Caspar as he moves to my other side, lifting my arm over his shoulder. The two boys help me hobble off the field to the bench, where the rest of my teammates are waiting.

“What even happened?” I ask, wincing as my coach begins to take off my shoe, taking a better look at my rapidly swelling ankle.

“One of the other girls tripped you.” Joe frowns, eyes watching my face as I flinch at my coaches touch.

“Safe to say, you won’t be playing for the rest of the season.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Joe asks, shaking his head. “If anyone should be apologizing, it should be the person who tripped you!” I can see he’s getting worked up, so I shoot him a silencing look, and he crosses his arms, his mouth snapping closed.

“Just go home and put your foot up, get some ice on it. Do your best to not put any pressure on it.” My coach advises, standing and clapping me on the shoulder. “You did good out there though. We won because of you.”

“Glad to hear.” I smile back at him before he turns to talk to the rest of the team.

“Come on boys.” I lift my arms, “Let’s get me home.”


“Are you comfortable? Do you need something else? Is the icepack too cold?” Joe hovers around me, and I roll my eyes.

After the boys had gotten me home, I had shooed them out, not needing them to fuss. I had to repeatedly promise to call them later in the evening and tomorrow morning to update them, and it wasn’t until they had convinced me to let Joe stay that they finally left.

Except now Joe was being ridiculously overbearing, and I just wanted to sit and watch a movie with my best friend.

“Will you shut up!” I tell him, tugging on his arm so he falls to the couch. He lets out a small yelp of surprise, and when he tries to stand again, I just pull him back again. Sighing, he shuffles on the couch, getting comfortable.

“Sorry for wanting you to be okay, Y/N.” Joe rolls his eyes and I let out a small laugh.

“I’ll be okay when you stop worrying.”

“How can I not worry?! You can’t even walk!”

“It’s just a sprain, Joe.”

“A sprain you shouldn’t have gotten if that girl had been playing fair.”

“She was fair. It was an accident.”

He huffed and leant back against the couch, pouting.

“You’re never going to let me play again, are you?” I smile over at him, picking up the remote.

“Not if you hurt yourself again, no.”

“Yes, because I had every intention of hurting myself.” It’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Will you relax?”

“I am relaxed.” Joe grits out, his body tense.

“Sure you are. What do you want to watch?”

When he doesn’t respond, I turn my eyes from the TV to his face, and see he’s watching me worriedly again.

“You swear you’re okay?” His voice is soft.

“I swear it. I’ll be up and moving again in a day or two.”

“I didn’t think football would be so dangerous.” He mumbles, finally relaxing.

“It’s normally not.” I laugh, selecting a movie I know we both like, leaning against him.

Arrow Girl and Spider -Boy (PT 1)

Tom Holland x reader

Request by: anon


Prompt: “Hi Can you do one with Tom Holland in which the reader is the newest Avenger cast member on the set and they are both the same age? And all the older cast member totally ships Tom Holland and the reader together, much to her embarrassment. The reader is really shy and she doesn’t think Tom would like her and keeps denying her feelings. She thinks his type might be Zendaya, but he likes the reader? Maybe the cast members set them up together somewhere to make them confess. Thank you!!!!”


Interest: Tom Holland

Originally posted by castlewyvern


 Buzzfeed: What Is the Hollywood Actress (Y/N) (Y/L/N) Doing On the Set of Captain America: Civil War?

Three days ago, the young and beloved actress (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was reported to be seen on the set of the third Captain America titled movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s timeline in Leipzig, Germany. Whether she was just visiting known friend Elizabeth Olsen, who has reclaimed her role as the Scarlet Witch, or a part of the cast, it’s too early to tell. Follow us for more information on CA:CW and its cast!


“You’re kidding me,” you say to Elizabeth, setting your phone down after reading the short Buzzfeed article out loud. “How did they even find out I’m here?”


Elizabeth chuckles, unbothered, “They have their ways.”


“Yeah,” you huff. “Ways being nosy cameras and ruining surprises.”


“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Elizabeth reassures you. “They still don’t know you’re an actual part of our cast.”


“I know,” you sigh, pushing a hand through your hair.


“Olsen, (Y/L/N)! Get out here!”


“Come on,” Elizabeth says, taking your hands and pulling you up from the bed. “We’ve got work to do.”


Outside your trailer, the summer weather isn’t as bad as it was yesterday, less with the intensity of the sun and more with the warning of oncoming rain.


“(Y/L/N),” Joe Russo calls towards you, Robert Downey Jr at his side, “You’re with Holland for the fight scene.”


Elizabeth waggles her eyebrows at you, and you groan, feeling a blush rise to your face. Ever since you had met the clumsy Spider-Man actor last month, every single cast member, Team Cap, Iron Man, or not, had teased you about him seemingly every moment they got. He was definitely cute, and it was difficult to not find his company enjoyable – you would know since you spent four weeks trying to find any flaw in his personality. But, Tom Holland was a real life Peter Parker, sincere to his bones and goofy all the same, save the webs and Queens origin.


You pick up your quiver from the weapon’s rack, minding Hawkeye’s bow and Captain America’s shield as you reach for your own bow next.


“I can’t wait until everyone finds out you’re playing our Kate Bishop,” Elizabeth says as she straps the quiver to your back for you.


“If Buzzfeed ruins that surprise, I’ll shoot an arrow at their reporter,” you chuckle in response, snapping your bow as Joe walks over to you, a make-up specialist on his heels.


“You’re going to be recording part of your fight scene with Tom leaping and dodging your arrows around you,” Joe tells you as the make-up lady begins to put fake blood on your forehead. “Don’t actually shoot anything at him, even a dud. It could knock him off of his balance and do some serious damage.”


“Got you, Coach,” you reply lightheartedly.


Joe smiles, and pats your shoulder. “He’s going to have to punch you in the face though.”


Your own smile drops. “You’re kidding, right?”


“Well, he won’t be actually punching you in the face, but we’ll be recording it like he will,” Joe explains to you.


“He’s going to punch me in the face,” you reply flatly. “He’s about as coordinated as a blind owl.”


Joe chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. “You’ve got this, and he already said that if he hits you, he’ll take you out to dinner.”


“Oh!” Elizabeth squeals. “I hope he punches you in the face!”


You turn and look at her, unimpressed, and she winks.


Shaking your head after the make-up specialist moves back, you run a hand through your half-way braid, further messing it up. “Let’s just get this over with.”



Fighting with Tom is more like playing a game of whack-a-mole since he ducks and dodges every fake punch you throw at him. He’d ‘stolen’ your bow moments ago with his webbing, flinging it across the airfield towards Chris, who was running along with Sebastian in the background, and apologizing while doing it.


“Look,” Tom says his lines, throwing his hands up as he lands on top of a few piled crates. “I don’t want to hurt you, because you’re a girl and all, but I have to help Mister Stark-”


“Can you shut up?” you cut him off, and throw one of your dud arrows at him, the shaft falling short and hitting the base of the boxes. In editing, the arrow will explode, but for now Tom screams on his own and falls from the top ungracefully, landing at your feet as the boxes are pulled back by lines.


You have to admit to yourself, you sounded more like moody T’Challa than the younger and female version of Hawkeye, but it was still funny getting to talk like this.


Tom pretends to struggle getting back onto his feet, and you roll your eyes, beginning to turn away with the script having you take Captain America’s and Bucky’s backs when Barnes gives you your bow back, but before you can do that, Tom’s ‘webs’ are supposed to grab you from behind. The line that’d been attached you before filming is yanked, and Tom catches you before it pulls you into the remains of the boxes, but his footing his wrong and you crash into each other, hitting the ground within seconds.


“Way to go, Spider-Boy,” you groan, having landed on top of him.


Since his face is covered in dots and not an actual mask, you can see him blush and realize his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist.


“Sorry,” he says, and releases you from his grasp.


You stand up, offering him a hand up that he takes, and together you two face the incoming Russo brother and a few other cast members.


“Are you two okay?” Joe asks, inspecting your faces for serious damage.


“We’re okay,” you respond, rubbing your shoulder where Tom’s body didn’t protect you from the hard landing. “Tom took the brunt of it though.”


“I’m okay,” he assures Joe, holding his side. “Her belt just got me in the ribs.”


“Is that the first time?” Downey asks and Scarlett Johansson rolls her eyes at him.


“They’re kids, Robert,” Scar says to him.


“We’re nineteen,” you say in unison with Tom, and then look at him in surprise as Downey cracks up.


Joe sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright, Holland, (Y/L/N), I want you two to go over your lines for the rest of the film and recover from the fall, and someone find me Renner and Rudd.”


“Rudd’s sleeping,” Scar tells him, as Elizabeth steps up beside you, linking her arm in yours.


“How did his abs feel?” she asks quietly, and your jaw drops, smacking her in the shoulder as you blush.


“Liz!”


“I’m just asking!” she laughs, and runs off, leaving you standing with a strong blush beside Tom.


“Ready to go, partner?” he asks you, oblivious to Elizabeth’s question, and beginning to walk back in the direction of the ring of trailers the cast rested in between takes.


“Not your partner,” you say, walking alongside him. Farther away, Paul Bettany, Daniel Bruhl, and Don Cheadle are arguing, dressed in their costumes and showing their phones in each other’s faces.


“That’s not in our script later on,” Tom replies, and you look over at him to see he’s still holding his side, wincing.


“I’m sorry I fell on you,” you say, and he shrugs his shoulders, smiling at you.


“I can’t help that you’re falling for me,” he replies, starting to laugh, and you face-palm.


“I’m definitely not falling for you, Web-Head.”  

Notes I Got

Notes I’ve gotten and how/when I got them.

It’s like you’re watching the scene instead of being in it.

1997. Chicago City Limits level 2. My teacher John is explaining to me why the scene I did stalled.

“Bring your whole self with you”

McManus, early 2000s. My classmates and I are talking with Rob about how amazing The Swarm are. Rob says he noticed that when the people from The Swarm step into a scene, they “bring their whole selves with them” – their opinions, their memories, their temperaments. 

“If you don’t know the game, don’t play it.”

I first heard this from my level one teacher Kevin Mullaney. Not sure if it’s his, but I like it.

“We wouldn’t give a note and if anyone did we wouldn’t have taken it”

McManus, early 2000s. I’m having trouble with my new Harold team. Everyone is going in different directions and the cool people seem to be kinda over it. I see my level 4 teacher Ali, sitting in a booth. Ali was on The Family, which is famously one of the greatest improv teams to have been at the iO Theatre in Chicago. I sit down and ask him if The Family every did something like have a meeting where everyone goes around and is very honest about what they want. Ali responded “We wouldn’t give a note and if anyone did we wouldn’t have taken it.” 

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2014: San Fransisco Giants in the World Series.

2011: Vancouver Canucks lose in Stanley Cup finals

2015: Ohio State University wins the NCAA football championship

1999: Denver Broncos win the Super Bowl

1993: Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup finals

2011: Penn State coach sex offender Joe Paterno fired over child sexual abuse scandal

1984: Detroit Tigers win the World Series

1992: Chicago Bulls win the NBA championship

2004: Boston Red Sox win the American League Championship Series

2014: Keene, N.H. Pumpkin Festival.


Perhaps if communities of color rioted over sports games, pumpkins and child sex offenders instead of when their youth are killed & terrorized by law enforcement without reform or justice, they wouldn’t be vilified and labeled thugs by the media?