Your argument is moot. Your pretending to know the thoughts of another human being is ridiculous. With that being said, if the reports are true, the "actions" of TM7 suggest that he did indeed put himself ahead of the team, the university, and the entire tigernation. One thing is for certain, he is an attention whore, who feeds on another addiction: social media. Twitter and facebook, mainly twitter, has been an achilles heel for this guy, and he has not quit, even since checking himself into "rehab". I'm sure we'll see "TM7's" on everyone's cleats or socks this season but if he was the cancer on this team that people suggest then surely the team will be better off.
What does the question have to do with anything? Your only point in all this is that you think it should be legal to smoke pot. We already know you feel that way, but it has NOTHING to do with this topic.
All I can say is that song is nothing that Steve and I can ever get caught singing together. And, yes, holidays were special. The 1st wave of neighbors started prepping their houses for sale when at 2 am on Xmas Eve they looked out to see a bunch of inebriated Herberts jumping rope with strings of lit Christmas lights while "odd cartoon dixieland" music blaring. (Mom might have been singing "Don't You Feel My Leg" very loud and quite off key.) That was only the 1st wave, though.
My dad used to have two seltzer bottles that would shoot water across the room on a rope. That was like having two pairs of boxing gloves....many a party ended with a dousing !! Herb, don't tell anyone about Mike Maxwell, his dobro and the "hootnanny" story. My dad did get real drunk at his high school reunion which was the night before we all left on a camping trip. He invited the whole reunion to our house and they all showed up. The cops almost busted up the party at 4:00am because my dad and some of his friends lit a bunch of railroad flares and ran around the neighborhood shouting "I am the God of Hell fire and Brimstone !!" at the top of their lungs. One of the neighbors called the police that night. Thank God my parents didn't know about mushrooms back then.
