Cyrus Cassidy #45437

I could do POTA or SOTA from horseback, but there is no geocaching in there.

Uhhhh...handheld radios, pard.

Mrs. Cassidy and I went out geocaching from horseback, and it was rather fun. Geocaching has a lot of games and contests associated with it, and so does ham radio. It got me to thinking I should develop a geocaching from horseback with ham radios game. Any ideas?

I cut and split my own. I live in Colorado, which is 99.9% pine varieties, so that's what I burn.

Probably true. However, the hall of fame has a long and well established history of letting in terrible human beings (a murderer, a KKK member, etc.) based solely on their on-field performance.

Nothing has changed about the school. It still produces a lot of hardened gang members. But the coach obviously cares about his job and about those boys.

So there I was... ...my junior college season has come to a close; I have not yet earned my way into post season umpiring (and the vast majority of their post season umpires are NCAA DI and DII umpires). But high school has about another week left. This was my second-to-last game of the regular season before post season kicks off, and yes, I will be umpiring post season at the high school level. Anyway, although this was varsity level competition, both teams were terrible and we knew it before we even showed up. Reputations are what they are. I have not umpired either team in several years, and all the coaches and players are new people since I have seen them last (new umpiring administration -- their new philosophy is that EVERYONE works trash games, as well as sub-varsity, instead of leaving those to the new guys. I like this approach. You still have to earn your way to varsity and key games, though, but I get enough of those to stay happy ). Truth be told, I have a lot of misgivings about working trash games because the people tend to be awful; it's the umpires' fault that their team cannot pitch, catch, throw, field, or hit. The coaches argue vehemently over stupid things about which they have never bothered to read a rule. Parents say nasty things from the bleachers. And, of course, the drunk guy in the 8th row has a much better view of the strike zone than we do. To make matters worse, it's been nearly 9 years since I left the law enforcement profession, but I knew the home school very well. It was in the ghetto where I spent most of my career. The last time I set foot on school grounds, I had an arrest warrant and several armed colleagues with me, hunting a sixteen year-old kid who had brutally beaten and raped a young woman. This school produces some of the most hardened gang members in the city, rivaled only by one other school on the opposite end of the ghetto. So, going into the game, I could only imagine the terrible things that were going to happen, or being confronted by an armed thug on the way back to my car. I was worried about getting shot or stabbed, and now, no longer being in law enforcement, was not allowed to carry any means with which to defend myself onto school grounds. To make matters worse, my partner has a reputation. He is an NCAA DII umpire, and is known for "picking boogers" (enforcing every rule to the letter of the law whether it impacts the game or not, and to the chagrin of everyone), being hostile to players and coaches, and bating them into saying or doing things that warrant an ejection. In fact, last fall, I saw him eject a player and a coach from an off-season college scrimmage. Oh great. I had the plate. At the plate meeting, both coaches were cordial and polite. But of course they were; they always are at the plate meeting until the second something goes against them. Then it's like someone flipped a switch and they let their arsehole show. We got the game going, and it was pretty easy. Ball/strike, safe/out, fair/foul. There were no controversial plays or rare events to adjudicate, just standard baseball. Throughout the entire game, the coaches and players from both teams addressed me as "sir," said, "thank you," and demonstrated exceptional sportsmanship. The drunk guy in the 8th row thought I should call a strike when the pitch skimmed over the batter's shoelaces, but other than that, I heard nothing other than cheering for their kid. A few times, the coaches wanted a rule explanation on a call, but they asked politely and accepted the ruling with no drama. It was both teams' final game of the season, so they were doing things to honor their seniors. The pitcher of the visiting team earned his 100th career strikeout and saved the baseball. The SS from the home team hit a two-run homer, and I told the coach to sent someone out there to retrieve his baseball. It wasn't high quality baseball, but both coaches have obviously invested a significant amount of energy into teaching these kids how to be men.

Baseball is insanely popular in Japan. As you know, I'm umpiring at the junior college level, and there are a few Japanese players on several of the teams I encounter. The one thing I immediately noticed about the Japanese players is their level of respect. When I'm working the plate, every time they get into the box, they look back at me and tip their hat. I nod back. Respect is mutual.

My "grail guns" are: - an original Charleville musket with U.S. markings from the Revolutionary War, with bayonet. I've seen a few but they are rather cost prohibitive in good condition. - a reproduction, full-scale, fully functional Civil War cannon

Bicep and shoulder, almost a complete reconstruction. It's good enough behind the chest protector, but I'll never have all of my range of motion back.

Well...I'm a yankee...so if I captured six of my own guys, I suppose the first thing I would do is explain myself.

Rain delay at a junior college game in Lamar, CO. Funny thing about yesterday's game. I was on the bases. The batter hit a hopper to the shortstop, who fielded the ball and threw to 1st. It should have been a reasonably easy out, but the first baseman dropped the ball. He picked it up, but his foot came off the bag when he did so and I did not believe he got the foot back on the bag in time to get the out. I ruled the runner safe. The first baseman was convinced I blew the call. The next inning, when he came out to do warm up throws between innings, he was mean mugging me to let me know his displeasure. Listen, junior, I've been in 100 firefights, hunted terrorists, confronted suicide bombers, and tracked down murderers. Do you actually think I'm intimidated by a junior college first baseman?????

Funny thing about the C-130: I've taken off in one a few times, but I've never landed in one!

Everything depends on the evidence known at the time. From your brief description, no.

Pard, this has absolutely nothing to do with DEI. Nothing. At all.

There are various levels of intrusion into someone's life that the cops can engage in. Each level requires a different amount of proof. For your first question, can they arrest without evidence, the answer is obviously no. To arrest, which is levying charges, they need to have "probable cause," a level of proof lower than "beyond a reasonable doubt," but higher than "reasonable articulable suspicion." Fingerprinting: This varies by state rulings. In Colorado, where I was a cop, the answer was no. Reasonable articulable suspicion was required.

She has to be on my left -- and she knows this -- because I'm right handed and always heeled.

My friends and I used to have birthday parties at the range for JMB. Good times.

It's not changing back. It's named after a different Bragg

No, I didn't see any cutters, but the USCG recruiting station is right next to the ferry dock.

I've been on active duty orders at Fort Dix, NJ for the past 9 days, where I was the president of a promotion board. The Army has fielded a new system where the board members can now see every packet electronically instead of flipping through physical paper folders containing an NCOs record. So it went much, much faster than anticipated. In any event, I had an entire day of unplanned activity, so I went up to NYC to see the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. This was my first time, so I thoroughly enjoyed it. And to top it off, I can now say I've driven a car and parked in Manhattan! Please note: In 2010-11 I was mobilized to work at the Pentagon for an entire year. During that time, I took a bus up to NYC twice. Once was to see a Yankees game, and the other was to see a Mets game. During that timeframe, the new World Trade Center had not yet been built. So having been a product of 9-11, seeing it now brought up a lot of emotions. I'm feeling very patriotic today. 'Merca.

I like to eat at a chain known as Noodles. I don't think they've gone national yet, but they started here in Colorado and have definitely expanded (I used to eat at one in Alexandria, VA!). They went full woke, including unisex bathrooms and paper straws. They make a big brouhaha about their wokeness to attract the lefty crowd (they originated in Boulder, home of granolas and hippies). I recently noticed the paper straws have disappeared and the "old fashioned" plastic ones have returned. No announcement, no brouhaha, no fanfare. They just realized that paper straws are ridiculous.

Although that robe is for a university president, and we're definitely not paying those back...

A meme is a joke. I don't undersand the joke. This is an armored tow truck built on a Hemmit chassis. It's literally a 10-ton tow truck for big army vehicles. What's the joke???

He's throwing a grenade.