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Post by ag87 on Jan 19, 2023 11:57:16 GMT -8
How did you manage to carry 75 pounds of beer? One in each hand. They were these plastic jugs that the fraternity got usually condiments in. They were given to me just short of the gate. I recall them being 5 gallons, but 75 pounds sounds heavy, more than I remember. I could be wrong about their size; it was 36 years ago. They were way bigger than a one-gallon milk carton, though. Maybe they were only 3 gallons...if one of my brothers remembers and can contradict me, I would understand. Not trying to lie or impress anybody by the size, more the fact that I was obviously carrying a lot of beer into the stadium which felt, at the time, like it carried a lot of trouble. It was just a lot of beer to carry into the stadium thinking that I would get busted right at the gate. I'm not trying to give you any grief. I was just laughing and imagining 37 or so pounds in each hand. In early October, I was at my sister's house in Yoncalla. I'm not sure of the details, but the city water system broke. So twice I drove to Drain and loaded up 5-gallon containers of water and then drove to her barn. Finally I carried the containers to water horses. It would have been a lot easier when I was 21 rather than 59. |
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Post by beaverdude on Jan 19, 2023 13:03:39 GMT -8
I'm not trying to give you any grief. I was just laughing and imagining 37 or so pounds in each hand. In early October, I was at my sister's house in Yoncalla. I'm not sure of the details, but the city water system broke. So twice I drove to Drain and loaded up 5-gallon containers of water and then drove to her barn. Finally I carried the containers to water horses. It would have been a lot easier when I was 21 rather than 59. We have a well and power can be spotty at times. The wife's horses drink before we do. We use a battery powered transfer pump to fill water buckets and leave the water containers in the back of the truck. We only move them when they're empty  I was thinking it was a lot easier at 40 than it is at 63 |
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Post by orangeattack on Jan 19, 2023 14:57:22 GMT -8
I'm not trying to give you any grief. I was just laughing and imagining 37 or so pounds in each hand. In early October, I was at my sister's house in Yoncalla. I'm not sure of the details, but the city water system broke. So twice I drove to Drain and loaded up 5-gallon containers of water and then drove to her barn. Finally I carried the containers to water horses. It would have been a lot easier when I was 21 rather than 59. We have a well and power can be spotty at times. The wife's horses drink before we do. We use a battery powered transfer pump to fill water buckets and leave the water containers in the back of the truck. We only move them when they're empty I was thinking it was a lot easier at 40 than it is at 63 When we built on 5 acres, I had SO MANY people trying to talk me into getting horses, but I already have the best kind of horses in the pasture across the driveway from my house. The kind that belong to my neighbor! haha |
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Post by sonomabeav on Jan 24, 2023 11:15:07 GMT -8
Freshman year, Fall of 1976. We were assigned to reserve seats inside the 40 yard lines by the Fraternity upperclassmen. So, using jackets, etc, we marked out our territory and completed our jobs. Seniors showed up right at kick off to sit down and we breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Later that season, we were tasked with walking a 15.5 keg into Parker - once again, inside the 40's - so we did.
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Post by spudbeaver on Jan 24, 2023 11:38:42 GMT -8
We did the same around ‘82. “Reserved for ‘72 Alumni Band” +/-written on the white paper placemats and taped to the seats. Then we ALL piled in moments before kickoff! Ha ha!
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