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Guardians of The Lambsfoot!
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That's one heck of a sweet-looking Lamb Kurt
Well, this was just too much for me to remain in the woodwork any longer. It's a matter of civic pride at this point. Here we go...
My maternal grandparents, die-hard University of Miami Hurricane fans, hated the University of Florida Gators from 1971 until the day they each died due to a play which has been called the "Gator Flop" and, alternately, "The Most Disrespectful Play In American College Football."
The UF defensive line literally just flopped down on the field, allowing Miami to score and thus forcing a turnover, because they were more concerned with Florida QB John Reaves breaking Jim Plunkett's NCAA all-time passing yardage record than playing an honest game of football.
Following that untoward display, the whole Gators team doubled down on their blasphemy by jumping into the fountain at the Miami Orange Bowl (I saw the Rolling Stones there in 1989 prior to its demolition - well, obviously...) The UM coach refused to shake the hand of the UF coach after the game calling the play "a bush-league stunt." Wild stuff - take a look, lest the University of Florida's Gators unabashed skullduggery be forgotten!
Here - I wrote a little ditty about it in the style of the Guy Fawkes rhyme:
Remember, remember, the 27th of November,
the Gators's discourteous flop.
I see no reason this ill-mannered treason should ever be forgot!
My grandparents could also frequently be heard referring to the Gators as "Gator Chickens" for their decision of declining to continue the series against the Hurricanes after the SEC expansion in 1988. In Miami, the decision was viewed as simple cowardice.
I love my Gator Lamb, but for nothing to do with the Florida Gators football team (I inherited a genetic bias against them). Rather, it's because I spend a great deal of time in the Florida Everglades and alligators are constant companions. Love those little rippers!!
Did you notice how I paired some orange Calamondins with this lovely green knife and slip in order to create a picture dominant with the team colors of the Miami Hurricanes? Yeah, that was calculated... no blue and orange around here!!!
Make it a good one, Guardians (and don't be rooting for those Gators)!!!
No fisticuffs in the ranks please! 
My dad wouldn't let anything red in the house! A beauty David
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This passion in this post is why I love college athletics. And I too miss the annual showdown. Almost as much as I miss every season starting with UM vs. FSU. It was always fun to see one of you start with an L. CheersWell, this was just too much for me to remain in the woodwork any longer. It's a matter of civic pride at this point. Here we go...
My maternal grandparents, die-hard University of Miami Hurricane fans, hated the University of Florida Gators from 1971 until the day they each died due to a play which has been called the "Gator Flop" and, alternately, "The Most Disrespectful Play In American College Football."
The UF defensive line literally just flopped down on the field, allowing Miami to score and thus forcing a turnover, because they were more concerned with Florida QB John Reaves breaking Jim Plunkett's NCAA all-time passing yardage record than playing an honest game of football.
Following that untoward display, the whole Gators team doubled down on their blasphemy by jumping into the fountain at the Miami Orange Bowl (I saw the Rolling Stones there in 1989 prior to its demolition - well, obviously...) The UM coach refused to shake the hand of the UF coach after the game calling the play "a bush-league stunt." Wild stuff - take a look, lest the University of Florida's Gators unabashed skullduggery be forgotten!
Here - I wrote a little ditty about it in the style of the Guy Fawkes rhyme:
Remember, remember, the 27th of November,
the Gators's discourteous flop.
I see no reason this ill-mannered treason should ever be forgot!
My grandparents could also frequently be heard referring to the Gators as "Gator Chickens" for their decision of declining to continue the series against the Hurricanes after the SEC expansion in 1988. In Miami, the decision was viewed as simple cowardice.
I love my Gator Lamb, but for nothing to do with the Florida Gators football team (I inherited a genetic bias against them
Did you notice how I paired some orange Calamondins with this lovely green knife and slip in order to create a picture dominant with the team colors of the Miami Hurricanes? Yeah, that was calculated... no blue and orange around here!!!
Make it a good one, Guardians (and don't be rooting for those Gators)!!!
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I think a shared joy of lambfoot knives featuring large reptile-shaped figural shields is enough to keep the fisticuffs to a minimum.
I graduated from Barry University, which has no football team (as far as I know...) and I don't care much for American Football anyhow, so I've got no dog in the fight - it's all just familial animosity. I reside in my deceased grandparents's home though and would hate to be haunted. Best to keep up appearances.
I've attended Gator Growl a few times in my misspent youth - an excellent event for fans of multiple days of drunken debauchery.
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I’m from Jacksonville. I’ll host you for the next Gator Bowl (where my gators will hopefully NOT be playing)!I think a shared joy of lambfoot knives featuring large reptile-shaped figural shields is enough to keep the fisticuffs to a minimum.
I graduated from Barry University, which has no football team (as far as I know...) and I don't care much for American Football anyhow, so I've got no dog in the fight - it's all just familial animosity. I reside in my deceased grandparents's home though and would hate to be haunted. Best to keep up appearances.
I've attended Gator Growl a few times in my misspent youth - an excellent event for fans of multiple days of drunken debauchery.
(initially I thought I said Gator Bowl, not Growl)
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I've posted Sheffield United's Greasy Chip Butty Song a couple of times, but I always feel a bit bad about doing so 
Their fans can't sing for tuppence though
Their fans can't sing for tuppence though
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Jakeywax31
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That is a sweet lamb, Kurt. Hard to beat a shadow lamb and I know first hand how well Cosimo constructs his shadow pattern knives. Congrats my friend.
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I just realised I never concluded my birthday road-trip! Sorry Guardians
It was my 64th birthday, and we drove south across the North Yorkshire Moors, with Wolfie fidgeting about in the back of the car, like a worm on a pin. Even though we arranged the itinerary a couple of months back, and he'd even booked Sunday lunch for 1pm, SWMBO clearly had a hair or nail appointment, or probably nothing at all. Matt had already told me he'd been petitioning for an early return, and so I teased with the idea of some new diversion along the way.
It was still only 10.30am, so we stopped in the old market town of Pontefract, and had a coffee in the station, at the southern terminus of the North York Moors Steam Railway. Wolfie bought a couple of gifts, his thumbs leaving his mobile phone for a few seconds.
Wolfie went missing again before we left Pontefract, and turned up 10 minutes later, with his phone burning his ear, and a pitiful look on his face. We set off to Malton, where we were lunching. Wolfie started mumblin that maybe we could get served an hour early, which neither Matt nor I wanted. The restaurant was busy, and I didn't think he'd a chance, but he humiliated himself anyway. With an hour to kill, we had a stroll around the pretty town, and then me and Matt had a pint, while Wolfie sipped a soda water.
Malton has seen some gentrification over the past decade, but they still have a weekly cattle market.
This is the old Shambles (a place for the cutting up of meat), which slopes down to the market square from the cattle market.
Bang on 1.00pm, we crossed the market square to the restaurant. Wolfie, who earns twice what I earn, and whose missus earns 5 times as much, hadn't had his wallet out all weekend. I doubt he'd spent £20. I said I'd pay again, which allowed me to order the dearest bottle of red on the (not particularly good) wine list, and saved any embarrassing stinginess with the bill. Matt had a small glass of wine, but for some reason Wolfie wouldn't have a sip. The Sunday roasts were HUGE, and accompanied by all manner of side dishes, it really was a feast, and there was certainly enough food for six. The bill was about £120, and Wolfie generously offered to get the tip, but then did exactly what he did after my birthday dinner last year, and threw in a measly fiver, before bolting out the door
It was my 64th birthday, and we drove south across the North Yorkshire Moors, with Wolfie fidgeting about in the back of the car, like a worm on a pin. Even though we arranged the itinerary a couple of months back, and he'd even booked Sunday lunch for 1pm, SWMBO clearly had a hair or nail appointment, or probably nothing at all. Matt had already told me he'd been petitioning for an early return, and so I teased with the idea of some new diversion along the way.
It was still only 10.30am, so we stopped in the old market town of Pontefract, and had a coffee in the station, at the southern terminus of the North York Moors Steam Railway. Wolfie bought a couple of gifts, his thumbs leaving his mobile phone for a few seconds.
Wolfie went missing again before we left Pontefract, and turned up 10 minutes later, with his phone burning his ear, and a pitiful look on his face. We set off to Malton, where we were lunching. Wolfie started mumblin that maybe we could get served an hour early, which neither Matt nor I wanted. The restaurant was busy, and I didn't think he'd a chance, but he humiliated himself anyway. With an hour to kill, we had a stroll around the pretty town, and then me and Matt had a pint, while Wolfie sipped a soda water.
Malton has seen some gentrification over the past decade, but they still have a weekly cattle market.
This is the old Shambles (a place for the cutting up of meat), which slopes down to the market square from the cattle market.
Bang on 1.00pm, we crossed the market square to the restaurant. Wolfie, who earns twice what I earn, and whose missus earns 5 times as much, hadn't had his wallet out all weekend. I doubt he'd spent £20. I said I'd pay again, which allowed me to order the dearest bottle of red on the (not particularly good) wine list, and saved any embarrassing stinginess with the bill. Matt had a small glass of wine, but for some reason Wolfie wouldn't have a sip. The Sunday roasts were HUGE, and accompanied by all manner of side dishes, it really was a feast, and there was certainly enough food for six. The bill was about £120, and Wolfie generously offered to get the tip, but then did exactly what he did after my birthday dinner last year, and threw in a measly fiver, before bolting out the door
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That looks great Mitch
Enjoy your indoor activities Jack. Mr.Kroo is looking good.
Nice Sunday feast Mitch.
Thanks gents it was tasty. I talked the wife into some chips, air fried, cause gravy goes with chips. Be 1 pot meals soon, daylight saving ended yesterday dark so early
Superb, great steel choice!
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Sorry to hear about the clocks mate, I hope winter is a long way offThanks gents it was tasty. I talked the wife into some chips, air fried, cause gravy goes with chips. Be 1 pot meals soon, daylight saving ended yesterday dark so early
Superb, great steel choice!
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I just realised I never concluded my birthday road-trip! Sorry Guardians
It was my 64th birthday, and we drove south across the North Yorkshire Moors, with Wolfie fidgeting about in the back of the car, like a worm on a pin. Even though we arranged the itinerary a couple of months back, and he'd even booked Sunday lunch for 1pm, SWMBO clearly had a hair or nail appointment, or probably nothing at all. Matt had already told me he'd been petitioning for an early return, and so I teased with the idea of some new diversion along the way.
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It was still only 10.30am, so we stopped in the old market town of Pontefract, and had a coffee in the station, at the southern terminus of the North York Moors Steam Railway. Wolfie bought a couple of gifts, his thumbs leaving his mobile phone for a few seconds.
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Wolfie went missing again before we left Pontefract, and turned up 10 minutes later, with his phone burning his ear, and a pitiful look on his face. We set off to Malton, where we were lunching. Wolfie started mumblin that maybe we could get served an hour early, which neither Matt nor I wanted. The restaurant was busy, and I didn't think he'd a chance, but he humiliated himself anyway. With an hour to kill, we had a stroll around the pretty town, and then me and Matt had a pint, while Wolfie sipped a soda water.
Malton has seen some gentrification over the past decade, but they still have a weekly cattle market.
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This is the old Shambles (a place for the cutting up of meat), which slopes down to the market square from the cattle market.
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Bang on 1.00pm, we crossed the market square to the restaurant. Wolfie, who earns twice what I earn, and whose missus earns 5 times as much, hadn't had his wallet out all weekend. I doubt he'd spent £20. I said I'd pay again, which allowed me to order the dearest bottle of red on the (not particularly good) wine list, and saved any embarrassing stinginess with the bill. Matt had a small glass of wine, but for some reason Wolfie wouldn't have a sip. The Sunday roasts were HUGE, and accompanied by all manner of side dishes, it really was a feast, and there was certainly enough food for six. The bill was about £120, and Wolfie generously offered to get the tip, but then did exactly what he did after my birthday dinner last year, and threw in a measly fiver, before bolting out the door
You've got me locked in, Jack. I NEED to know why the sudden shift to soda water!!!
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Who knows mate? It'll be something to do with his missus, there's nothing she won't try to screw up. Last Christmas, she decided that she wasn't inviting Wolfie's brother round for Christmas dinner, and he had to spend Christmas on his own - 5 doors away! I've had 20 years of it, but I'm afraid I've had enoughYou've got me locked in, Jack. I NEED to know why the sudden shift to soda water!!!
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More great photos, Jack. Happy belated birthday.Bang on 1.00pm, we crossed the market square to the restaurant. Wolfie, who earns twice what I earn, and whose missus earns 5 times as much, hadn't had his wallet out all weekend. I doubt he'd spent £20. I said I'd pay again, which allowed me to order the dearest bottle of red on the (not particularly good) wine list, and saved any embarrassing stinginess with the bill. Matt had a small glass of wine, but for some reason Wolfie wouldn't have a sip. The Sunday roasts were HUGE, and accompanied by all manner of side dishes, it really was a feast, and there was certainly enough food for six. The bill was about £120, and Wolfie generously offered to get the tip, but then did exactly what he did after my birthday dinner last year, and threw in a measly fiver, before bolting out the door
My original Waynorth lambfoot, when it was new.
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Damn, a happy belated birthday Jack. Glad you were out and about celebrating.I just realised I never concluded my birthday road-trip! Sorry Guardians
It was my 64th birthday, and we drove south across the North Yorkshire Moors, with Wolfie fidgeting about in the back of the car, like a worm on a pin. Even though we arranged the itinerary a couple of months back, and he'd even booked Sunday lunch for 1pm, SWMBO clearly had a hair or nail appointment, or probably nothing at all. Matt had already told me he'd been petitioning for an early return, and so I teased with the idea of some new diversion along the way.
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It was still only 10.30am, so we stopped in the old market town of Pontefract, and had a coffee in the station, at the southern terminus of the North York Moors Steam Railway. Wolfie bought a couple of gifts, his thumbs leaving his mobile phone for a few seconds.
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Wolfie went missing again before we left Pontefract, and turned up 10 minutes later, with his phone burning his ear, and a pitiful look on his face. We set off to Malton, where we were lunching. Wolfie started mumblin that maybe we could get served an hour early, which neither Matt nor I wanted. The restaurant was busy, and I didn't think he'd a chance, but he humiliated himself anyway. With an hour to kill, we had a stroll around the pretty town, and then me and Matt had a pint, while Wolfie sipped a soda water.
Malton has seen some gentrification over the past decade, but they still have a weekly cattle market.
View attachment 2841639
This is the old Shambles (a place for the cutting up of meat), which slopes down to the market square from the cattle market.
View attachment 2841641
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Bang on 1.00pm, we crossed the market square to the restaurant. Wolfie, who earns twice what I earn, and whose missus earns 5 times as much, hadn't had his wallet out all weekend. I doubt he'd spent £20. I said I'd pay again, which allowed me to order the dearest bottle of red on the (not particularly good) wine list, and saved any embarrassing stinginess with the bill. Matt had a small glass of wine, but for some reason Wolfie wouldn't have a sip. The Sunday roasts were HUGE, and accompanied by all manner of side dishes, it really was a feast, and there was certainly enough food for six. The bill was about £120, and Wolfie generously offered to get the tip, but then did exactly what he did after my birthday dinner last year, and threw in a measly fiver, before bolting out the door
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Hi everybody. Hope you are all keeping well.
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Great capture of the fine Cosimo.
