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Boy also knows something about the three P's of pitching: speed, control, fastball and spine.

It's all in how you say a thing.

For many years, I did not like feta cheese. I still don't.

Once again, you hit the hale right on the ned.

I see what you mean.

What I meant was if Cojo had saw your post, I bet he would be laughing. Laughing his you-know-what off on account of it was so funny. By the way, Claybelle got on her own computer and found out what we was laughing about and she been in there laughing ever sense. She didn't know what it was but still laughed. That's how funny it was. Laughing ever sense. Without stopping.

Most of the time I ignore vulgarity, but this time I can't help but laugh. I been laughing so hard I 'bout fainted. Your comment is really so funny I showed it to Byron and he's still laughing. It's really funny. It's so funny, I ignored the vulgarity this time. Heck, I'm still laughing; Claybelle asked me what me and Byron was laughing at, but we couldn't answer on account of we was laughing so hard. I don't know where Cojo is, but I bet he's laughing.

Jac has mastered the four P's of pitching, and I know where he learned it. Just sayin'.

I knew he could do it. All he needs to do is follow the three P's of pitching: location, corners and patience.

And probably a communist.

I swear, Les, I don't see how you remember all that stuff!

Ditto.

And fruit.

Look here, Neil, if you see Caglianone, tell him I said to throw strikes. That's what he needs to do, especially low on the outside corner. And change speeds as much as possible. He might try high inside occasionally, too. Throw strikes, change speed and stay on the corners. If he needs help, tell him to get in touch with me.

You see Austin on TV today? I'm tellin' ya, Cojo, something imminent is going to happen pretty soon. I don't mean no NIL staff changes neither.

Don't get too excited, O'Conner; it's a long way to Tipperary.

I'm not perfect.

Thanks, Cojo. And vicer verser.

First again.

Leghump, I sounded a little unfriendly up there; sorry, didn't mean to. But from now on when I'm asleeping and you have a important question, get in touch with Cojo, and he'll help you out. I and him is on the same ledger when it comes to SDS issues but not when it comes to, say, politial things on account of he's to thick for them. Hope this helps; if it daren't then beat it, you Georgia Cracker.

Leghump, I was asleepin'. Whachu want?

Nothing like, especially after the first tier is eased off to the NFL. But even before, since the first tier team would be paid as it is now, would consist of players who had NFL aspirations, and could transfer at will from team to team. That would leave the second tier team to play some down-and-dirty old fashioned, amateur football.

I've thinking along the same lines, and should such a program be adopted, big football schools could have a team in each tier. Then a move could be made to slide the first tier schools off to the NFL and leave the colleges with only the second. That means we would again have some old fashioned college football.

Oh, Cojo, Cojo. There's more to life than being first. And I have not never said I had something on you. All I want is to be happy get me some more closure. But I'm doing alright all things conside4ed. How'd you like that 4 in considered?

Ditto, and if Dilfer can be taken at his word, best of everything to him and UAB.

Good thing I did; it was a figment.

Here's a chance to be first, buy I think I'll pass on it.

I know it.

Cojo--give me a pencil and a piece of paper, and there ain't no telling what might happen.

Aw shoot, Paul. You know what you have did? You have ruin my day. Doggone it.