We have a guy that works in the newsroom here at the radio station. His name is Jim. He wears these shirts that are quite revealing. His rather dark nipples are plainly seen through these thread bare shirts of his.
JimmyNipples ain’t no troll baby…
For copyright sake, this is not the entire article.
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**TV special Commemorates Ruffian **
By Matt Hegarty
Stuart Janney III has seen the images hundreds of times. He was at Belmont Park on July 6, 1975, when Ruffian broke down during her match race with Foolish Pleasure. He has seen the videotape replaying the horrible scene - and he has lived with an erratic stream of flashbacks. His father and mother owned the towering Ruffian, perhaps the best filly to set foot on an American racetrack.
On Wednesday, nearly 25 years since Ruffian lost her life in one of the saddest events in North American racing, Janney replayed the scene once again. This time, it was at the invitation of ESPN, which has produced a 30-minute documentary to commemorate the date of Ruffian’s breakdown.
“I think it’s very well done, and very powerful,” Janney said after a screening of the program at the Jockey Club offices in Manhattan. In the bright glare of the turned-up lights, his eyes were a bit red at the corners.
“Very, very powerful,” he said.
The program, produced by Gerry Matalon and Gentry Kirby, will air on Thursday, July 6, at 9 p.m. Eastern on ESPN Classic. Janney provides some comments for the program, but Thursday’s viewing was the first time he had seen any part of the edited program.
Janney was 26 when Ruffian died. She was laid to rest in the Belmont infield a day after the sesamoids in her right foreleg shattered a half-mile into a match race with 1975 Kentucky Derby winner, Foolish Pleasure.
The match race was arranged and feverishly promoted by the New York Racing Association, and 50,754 people came to Belmont to see it. Another 18 million watched on television.
The race was to be the sport’s modern pinnacle, just two years after Secretariat had renewed interest in racing with his dramatic Triple Crown run. At the time the pair entered the gate, Ruffian, undefeated and never headed in her 10 races, had become associated with the women’s rights movement, and the race against Foolish Pleasure had become another symbolic contest in the battle of the sexes, akin to Bobby Riggs vs. Billie Jean King.
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…A quarter of a century after the fact, Ruffian’s death is still a factor in Thoroughbred racing’s decline in popularity. For an untold number of people drawn because of the drama of “girl vs. boy,” Ruffian’s last race was the last horse race they had the stomach to watch.
“It’s as if the sport never stopped exhaling,” said William Nack, who covers horse racing for Sports Illustrated and authored Scretariat’s biography. “It just knocked the wind out of us.”
ESPN did not shy from using graphic footage and graphic language in dealing with Ruffian’s injury. At one point, the breakdown is characterized as if her bones “exploded like a hand grenade inside her ankle.” The scenes can cause seasoned racegoers to wince and turn away on several occasions, even those who have seen the footage and heard the stories before.
Janney remembered how the Ruffian documentary that NYRA produced shortly after the match race used a blurred fade-out at the point of the breakdown, to shield viewers from the tragedy.
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As one of those interviewed in the ESPN program, Jack Whitaker, the host of the live CBS broadcast of the race in 1975, offered this view: “Nothing can take away the horror of seeing a horse break down. It’s like seeing a masterpiece destroyed.”
Ummmmmm Might have something to do with my :eek:
A somewhat obscure reference to a character from The Princess Bride my friends constantly drew comparisons to.
May I add myself to the discussion?
I lurked a long time knowing I’d eventually have to name myself but I had a big disadvantage as I do not own a cat.
I suppose I could go out and get myself a cat, but what if I didn’t like the cat’s name? Whiskers, or Socks or Old One-eye? I don’t think so. I wouldn’t want to cheat myself out of a scrupuless and sexy synonym!
I no longer endulge in role-playing games myself and I couldn’t take the name of my favorite board game; could you imagine: “Hello, I’m Sorry.”
I just couldn’t embarass myself that way.
Speaking for myself, I wouldn’t want to immortalize my physical attributes or habits (good or bad) and there is no one thing with which I am obsessed. I certainly would not use my name or occupation as I prefer the mystery and anonymity.
I, myself, like a wide range of music because I often change my mood and mind. What lyrics I like today, might not work tomorrow if I didn’t feel like myself. Likewise I can’t think of a character from movies, literature, history or philosophy who captures the savoir-fairishness of someone like myself.
<Are we there yet, Daddy?>
Several weeks passed without inspriation; I continued to keep to myself. This was getting serious now. I was missing many opportunities to exercise my suberior intalect and Janet Reno-like wit (if I do say so myself).
Others made suggestions, but I had to come up with something <yawn> myself. I wanted a street-wise handle which expressed intellect, depth of character, worldliness, toughness, sophisication, sensitivity, warmth, wit, charm, a metaphysical peace with/in nature and wo/mankind, a sense of humor and, above all else–honesty.
But I couldn’t lie, so I just had to be…
Myself
Mine would be the name of the restaurant that I walked out of after seeing the prices.
The burritos couldn’t be that good, could they?
Dread Pirate Roberts? I knew that would keep me up all night until I figured it out.
Oh, I already posted my origin. Thanks to all who mentioned that they liked it. I didn’t think anyone noticed. <<Sniff>>
Primaflora is a character in one of Dorothy Dunnett’s series House of Niccolo
hightechburrito writes:
They’ve gone downhill a bit lately (at least the Albany restaurant), but they are still pretty good and definitely worth the price. Give 'em a try! Just avoid the Spicy Cajun burrito. And don’t be put off by the name. 
Apollyon: the greek form for the Hebrew Abaddon, meaning “destroyer”. In Revelation 9:11 Apollyon is the angel of the bottomless pit. In Revelation 20:1 he “laid hold of the dragon, that old serpent, which is the Devil, and Satan, and bound him a thousand years.” According to the foregoing, Apollyon is a holy (good) angel, servant and messenger of God; but in occult and, generally, in non-canonical writings, he is evil.
- Gustav Davidson, “A Dictionary of Angels (including the fallen angels)”.
I’ve used the name for years. Like Jophiel, I wanted an angelic nickname and Apollyon appealed as he is one of the few angels to be named in canonical writings, yet is somewhat uncommon, and is thought by some to be upright and others to be apostate.
It all goes back to my university days. I had (still have) this horrible habit of being slightly clumsy. I would set glasses on top of ashtrays breaking both, trip on cracks in sidewalks etc. Garfield had a strip where Odie tripped on his own tongue and Garfield called him Odie the Wonder Dummy. That was my nickname for two days untill it got mercifully shortened to Odie.
Fast forward to last year. I found this board and I was wondering what I could use as a user name. I noticed most people didn’t use their real names. I started with Odie, but it looked awfully short so I added the man at the end.
The signature is self-explanitory.
You can call me Keith or Odie I answer to either one.
My screen name goes back years. YEARS, I tell you! But like so many others, it was a MFOOMB¹, and just stuck.
The name originates in a play-by-mail RPG my brother came up with eight or nine years ago. It was pretty cool, but it would take forever to explain, so suffice to say that Cervaise was the family name he picked for my group. My character’s full name, as I discovered when I opened my orientation packet, was “Eathan Cervaise,” upon which I immediately asked, “How the hell do you pronounce that?” His response: “You tell me.”
Anyway, at about the same time, I signed up for AOL, using one of the “ten free hours” disks. (Remember those? Remember when they gave ten hours free? Instead of the current twenty million hours, or whatever it is.) In the registration process, picking a name, I discovered that all the cool ideas I had – characters from Shakespeare, interesting mnemonics (“Roy G. Biv”) – were, to my great despair, all taken. So, in desperation, Cervaise popped to mind. I put it in, it wasn’t taken, and that’s that. It’s such an unusual name, it’s never spoken for whenever I sign up for stuff, so I’ve used it on everything ever since.
Incidentally, regarding the pronunciation question: Cervaise is a name in French, and is said, roughly, “sur-VAYZ.” That’s kind of dorky, so my preferred pronunciation, as I told my brother, is approximately this: “sur-VAH-yi-see.”
Aren’t you all pleased you know that?
¹Monkey flying out of my butt.
My assistant manager calls everyone cuz at work (he is a huge hick) so I call everyone homeslice.
I chose my own “special” phone number, and then named the company after it !
First I called the phone company to see what numbers they might assign me. They all started with 843-xxxx. I said to halt the order, and I would get back to them.
Then looked for words starting with those “numbers” T-U-V, G-H-I, D-E-F.
This got me a name starting with THE-xxxx.
I tried dialing about twenty of the words I liked starting with THE- THE-BEST, THE-MOST, THE-…
I ran out of ideas and my son said there was a cable channel cartoon spy, like James Bond, named The Maxx.
That one reached a “not in service” recording so I ordered it.
Then I registered the name downtown and in the papers.
So now my name is my phone number, and customers think I’m a bigger company.
My newspaper adds say " our name is our number THE-MAXX (843-6299)"
I get repeat orders every year from people who say they haven’t seen our ad lately but remembered the number from the name!
As you wish…
Sorry mate - didn’t mean to deprive you of sleep. Especially considering you’re a fellow Red Dwarf fan (with a cool name).
It’s what I call my dog. (Her real name is Gillygoofang) Gillygoofang was a fish from an old childrens book called “The Gillygoofang” by George Mendosa)
In grade school we all went on a field trip to Sacramento CA to see the state government in action. (This was a really big deal and my first airplane ride.) We were supposed to be seeing the state senate in session and we were all going to get a little paper proclamation welcoming each of us personally to the senate chambers.
All of our names were submitted by the school and apparently the person who wrote my name down had that kind of girly circley writing that is so endearing. Apparently this person did a bad job of connecting the up and down strokes with the circley parts.
We never got to see the senate. They were in some sort of closed session. We got our little papers though. When I got mine, to my horror (remember, I’m about 12 in this event) my name was spelled Bolo instead of Bob.
Now I ask you, what kind of dimwit do you have to be to think that some kid’s name is Bolo instead of the highly obvious Bob? Sheesh!
Mine is rather mundane. I needed a name, looked out of the window of my office where I work, and saw a cloud. Thus . . .
Cumulus.
I especially liked my prior username, Misanthrope, when I worked at another office. Maybe I’ll petition the moderators to let me use Misanthrope.
Quoth dpr:
Of course, you’re not the REAL dpr, as he retired twenty years ago and has been living in luxury ever since.
Start with Sandra Grias, and you see what happens.
It wasn’t funny until I was old enough to party.