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the iceman manifesto

  1. Look for the higher percentage throw. At all times.
  2. Remember — you don’t huck as well as you think. That’s a gun that should stay in it’s holster a whole lot more.
  3. Relax. At all times. If you are not relaxed… then relax. You can be intense and yet relaxed. Try it. It’s cool.
  4. Don’t yell at your teammates. You can talk to them, but you can’t yell at them.
  5. Channel your frustration into energy for cutting and defence. Keep your frustration out of your face and your voice.
  6. If you can’t rein in your frustration, get off the field. Sit down. Have a drink. Relax. Go back out
  7. Don’t act out when you make a mistake. This includes yelling out apologies when you throw a bad pass, or lying on the ground when you miss a defensive block. The mistake is in the past. By drawing attention to it, you are only discouraging yourself and your teammates and encouraging your opponents.
  8. If you are giving suggestions or comments to a teammate, always shape your suggestion in a constructive manner. Don’t tell them what not to do, tell them what they can do.
  9. Support your fellow players at all times on the field and from the sideline. Let them know you are there and you have their back.
  10. Let your teammates know when they have done something well. Everytime.
  11. Be aware that you will not always be able to play at the top of your game and allow yourself to be all right with this.

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who do we blame?

shakeshakeshake shakeshakeshale shake your booty shake your booty In Ancient Thrace, before Poseidon vanished from the seas and Apollo from the sky, a hero was born.

One night, when the full moon shone upon the olive leaves, Zeus, father of the gods, came to the woman Joananchachia in the form of an Olympian discus and struck her upon the brow.

She declared, “FUCK! That hurt!”

Thus was his seed implanted within her.

Nine moons later, the Thracian hero, Jason, sprang from her loins fully-formed, lightning flashing in his eyes.

Again, she declared, “FUCK! That hurt!”

(It started to be a thing with her.)

And so began the Age of Heroes.

(There. Let’s see how long until someone calls me on that one.)