Does anyone have an idea when the season evaluation will be completed and if it will be made public????
We are seeing a divergence in RE to age. Some people are blowing past 65 and still doing very well and have years left. Others not. Hard to tell what Phil thinks and wants. He likely has to leave to be a HC. Would be a natural fit (seemingly) at Iowa but one never knows and success isn't always in your control. I would think he would be able to do it though. If he was close to his dad, I wouldn't have given that up.One coaching "change" I'd like to see made is to make LeVar Woods assistant head coach as an unofficial coach in waiting. To me, it only makes sense, but what do I know? I hope he's the next HC and with KF's age, it's the thing to do.
The only problem would be if Phil doesn't approve. Even though I don't feel like he has any desire to be the next HC and probably couldn't care less about a title, he deserves to have the final say. I just don't think Kirk would let it happen because it wasn't done for Brain.
Do you mean that as you didn’t like your dad or get along with him? Because if so that’s sad. My best friend and his dad don’t have anything to do with each other for a few different reasons and it kinda tears me up because I wish my old man was still here.I couldn't have worked closely with my dad. My favorite memories of working with him was he on one tractor and me on the other before cell phones. We never had cabs so the noise would drown out radios.
All you have to do is listen to one of BF’s press conferences or his interview with Leistikow last year and you’ll see that he doesn’t have a clue what he’s talking about. The guy does nothing but regurgitate generalisms and buzzwords that he read in some managerial self-help book from 1994.I heard this 3rd hand, but I believe it. A recruit and his family, sometime during the last copule of years, who did not sign with Iowa, came away very bemused and unimpressed with BF. words like used car salesman were used.
It is sad. What is more sad is the abuse I suffered as a result and a lifetime struggle with PTSD. The day he died I told my wife I was very sad for the relationship I wanted and could never have, but that I was free...which in hindsight wasn't true. Several months before he died, he attacked me physically and I didn't hit him but laid him out. I had never fought back before. I kept trying to have a good relationship with him, but he just wasn't capable. He was an army vet and his mom's dad was severely alcoholic. He had his own demons. I was thrilled to work with him on the farm but had to keep myself at a physical distance not knowing what would happen. The only other thing I ever did that wasn't the typical compliant child thing was screamed at him when he almost killed me in a tractor mishap. The mishap was due to his anger. He had me gather some tools to get to the back of the 80, but he took off (I knew there would be hell to pay for a delay) so I jumped on the draw bar. He knew I was there and hit the RR tracks at full speed which catapulted me way up. I remember looking down at he and the tractor from above. I came down on the real wheel which spun me into the fender and I bounced back and forth between the fender and the tire lugs. It beat me up. He did stop. I screamed at him and walked off back to our house 3 miles away. Today on my left foot I get frostbite a lot from getting it crushed by a tractor he was operating aggressively and several toes don't move.Do you mean that as you didn’t like your dad or get along with him? Because if so that’s sad. My best friend and his dad don’t have anything to do with each other for a few different reasons and it kinda tears me up because I wish my old man was still here.
Sorry to hear that.It is sad. What is more sad is the abuse I suffered as a result and a lifetime struggle with PTSD. The day he died I told my wife I was very sad for the relationship I wanted and could never have, but that I was free...which in hindsight wasn't true. Several months before he died, he attacked me physically and I didn't hit him but laid him out. I had never fought back before. I kept trying to have a good relationship with him, but he just wasn't capable. He was an army vet and his mom's dad was severely alcoholic. He had his own demons. I was thrilled to work with him on the farm but had to keep myself at a physical distance not knowing what would happen. The only other thing I ever did that wasn't the typical compliant child thing was screamed at him when he almost killed me in a tractor mishap. The mishap was due to his anger. He had me gather some tools to get to the back of the 80, but he took off (I knew there would be hell to pay for a delay) so I jumped on the draw bar. He knew I was there and hit the RR tracks at full speed which catapulted me way up. I remember looking down at he and the tractor from above. I came down on the real wheel which spun me into the fender and I bounced back and forth between the fender and the tire lugs. It beat me up. He did stop. I screamed at him and walked off back to our house 3 miles away. Today on my left foot I get frostbite a lot from getting it crushed by a tractor he was operating aggressively and several toes don't move.
It's life and far too common. What I mentioned barely scratches the surface.Sorry to hear that.
That's tough. Makes me glad for my Dad, who had a lot on his plate to run the family dairy farm after his Dad died suddenly. Never saw my Dad smile much growing up, but when we'd do something big and dumb like accidently knock over the gas tank with the loader tractor, instead of yelling he'd come and observe the damage, turn around, and walk away and not say a word...an example from his own father when HE messed up as a kid, I'm guessing. Not sure I did as good a job passing that trait down to my own sons...It is sad. What is more sad is the abuse I suffered as a result and a lifetime struggle with PTSD. The day he died I told my wife I was very sad for the relationship I wanted and could never have, but that I was free...which in hindsight wasn't true. Several months before he died, he attacked me physically and I didn't hit him but laid him out. I had never fought back before. I kept trying to have a good relationship with him, but he just wasn't capable. He was an army vet and his mom's dad was severely alcoholic. He had his own demons. I was thrilled to work with him on the farm but had to keep myself at a physical distance not knowing what would happen. The only other thing I ever did that wasn't the typical compliant child thing was screamed at him when he almost killed me in a tractor mishap. The mishap was due to his anger. He had me gather some tools to get to the back of the 80, but he took off (I knew there would be hell to pay for a delay) so I jumped on the draw bar. He knew I was there and hit the RR tracks at full speed which catapulted me way up. I remember looking down at he and the tractor from above. I came down on the real wheel which spun me into the fender and I bounced back and forth between the fender and the tire lugs. It beat me up. He did stop. I screamed at him and walked off back to our house 3 miles away. Today on my left foot I get frostbite a lot from getting it crushed by a tractor he was operating aggressively and several toes don't move.
Still sorry to hear it. Parents are supposed to be the two people who have your back no matter what.It's life and far too common. What I mentioned barely scratches the surface.
That's worse to me was when my step dad would come to see why I was held up and he would jump on the tractor and fix whatever problem I was having and just walk away. Rather he yelled at me. The silence was deafening.That's tough. Makes me glad for my Dad, who had a lot on his plate to run the family dairy farm after his Dad died suddenly. Never saw my Dad smile much growing up, but when we'd do something big and dumb like accidently knock over the gas tank with the loader tractor, instead of yelling he'd come and observe the damage, turn around, and walk away and not say a word...an example from his own father when HE messed up as a kid, I'm guessing. Not sure I did as good a job passing that trait down to my own sons...
Holy shit. That accident sounds brutal.It is sad. What is more sad is the abuse I suffered as a result and a lifetime struggle with PTSD. The day he died I told my wife I was very sad for the relationship I wanted and could never have, but that I was free...which in hindsight wasn't true. Several months before he died, he attacked me physically and I didn't hit him but laid him out. I had never fought back before. I kept trying to have a good relationship with him, but he just wasn't capable. He was an army vet and his mom's dad was severely alcoholic. He had his own demons. I was thrilled to work with him on the farm but had to keep myself at a physical distance not knowing what would happen. The only other thing I ever did that wasn't the typical compliant child thing was screamed at him when he almost killed me in a tractor mishap. The mishap was due to his anger. He had me gather some tools to get to the back of the 80, but he took off (I knew there would be hell to pay for a delay) so I jumped on the draw bar. He knew I was there and hit the RR tracks at full speed which catapulted me way up. I remember looking down at he and the tractor from above. I came down on the real wheel which spun me into the fender and I bounced back and forth between the fender and the tire lugs. It beat me up. He did stop. I screamed at him and walked off back to our house 3 miles away. Today on my left foot I get frostbite a lot from getting it crushed by a tractor he was operating aggressively and several toes don't move.
It was. I had boots on. He took my boot off to check the damage. I had heavy socks on. Before he did the socks he tipped the boot and the blood poured out.Holy shit. That accident sounds brutal.
Made me cringe.It was. I had boots on. He took my boot off to check the damage. I had heavy socks on. Before he did the socks he tipped the boot and the blood poured out.