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Bill Bowerman was, and is, and ever shall be a generous, ornery, profane, beatific, unyielding, antic, impenetrably complex Oregon original. As a freshman, I found him deeply disturbing. Once he bet me a case of Nutrament that I couldn't break 2.00 for the 880 on a freezing Saturday morning. I ran with control, hitting the 440 in 60. I could feel myself accelerating in the last lap. Near the finish I knew I'd done it. I slowed and turned, gasping to hear the time. "2.00,3" he said. "Good try." I leaped on him, screaming made insane with outrage. He allowed me to wrestle the watch away from him. It read 1.56,6.
i stumbled across this on the internet and i was just thinking like..that was something coach would totally do...and if he ever did do that...i would of freakin punched him if he ever lied to me like that!
on the side note: tonite i went chalkin with my sis and the t-man...and lets just say..in 30 minutes...we got one house in Janss REALLY GOOD...MUHAHAHAHAHAHA MUHAHAHAHAH MUHAHAHAHAbut lets keep that on the DL...aite peace out A town motha truckin foos
i stumbled across this on the internet and i was just thinking like..that was something coach would totally do...and if he ever did do that...i would of freakin punched him if he ever lied to me like that!
on the side note: tonite i went chalkin with my sis and the t-man...and lets just say..in 30 minutes...we got one house in Janss REALLY GOOD...MUHAHAHAHAHAHA MUHAHAHAHAH MUHAHAHAHAbut lets keep that on the DL...aite peace out A town motha truckin foos