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In 1933, John B. Farese, a son of an Italian immigrant, left Boston, Massachusetts, and came to Holmes Junior College in Goodman, Mississippi, on a football scholarship. Five other "damn Yankees" came with John, and, after two weeks of the hot, August sun, all had left but him. He met a beautiful southern girl named Orene "Boots" Ellis from Mathiston. Farese won the acceptance of his teammates and the heart of Orene...
In 1933, John B. Farese, a son of an Italian immigrant, left Boston, Massachusetts, and came to Holmes Junior College in Goodman, Mississippi, on a football scholarship. Five other "damn Yankees" came with John, and, after two weeks of the hot, August sun, all had left but him. He met a beautiful southern girl named Orene "Boots" Ellis from Mathiston. Farese won the acceptance of his teammates and the heart of Orene...
In 1933, John B. Farese, a son of an Italian immigrant, left Boston, Massachusetts, and came to Holmes Junior College in Goodman, Mississippi, on a football scholarship. Five other "damn Yankees" came with John, and, after two weeks of the hot, August sun, all had left but him. He met a beautiful southern girl named Orene "Boots" Ellis from Mathiston. Farese won the acceptance of his teammates and the heart of Orene.
After graduation from Holmes, John attended the University of Mississippi Law School in Oxford, Mississippi. He paid his way by making the boxing team, taking up laundry, and selling candy. Many of his classmates and friends remembered his skill and courage in the boxing ring. Orene, at the insistence of her parents, attended Blue Mountain College to become a teacher. The courtship continued until Orene graduated. John had one more year in law school. Despite his charm and wit, the Ellis family did not want Orene to marry an Italian, Catholic, Yankee boy. Orene and John could wait no longer and were secretly married.
In 1938, Orene was hired as a high school English teacher in Ashland, Mississippi. This was as close as she could get to John. After gradation, John had been offered a job in New York City. Orene did not want to leave Mississippi and persuaded him to open a private, one-man firm in Ashland. They agreed that after one year, if the practice did not provide a reasonable income, that they would move to New York.
In 1939, "Big John", as he became known, opened his one-man, one-room office on the town square of the booming town of Ashland (four hundred inhabitants). He had an old typewriter, three law books and five dollars in his pocket. He paid two dollars for a month's rent and bought a desk and two chairs for three. The room was so small he had to climb over his desk to sit in his chair. God was smiling on Big John, and his success was immediate. The first day he hung out his shingle, a teacher came to complain that the Superintendent of Education had fired him. Big John told the man, "He can't do that to you!" Of course Big John did not have a clue why the teacher could not be fired. He told the man to stay right there. He hopped over his desk and went across the street to the Courthouse to talk to the Superintendent. Because the Superintendent liked Orene, it was agreed that the teacher could teach one more year. Big John was elated. He told his client he had his job back, and the client asked how much he owed him. Never having set a fee, Big John calculated that thirty-five dollars sounded fair (about half a month's pay for a teacher). The man pulled a large roll of bills out of his overall pocket and gave him fifty dollars. That night John and Orene danced in glee like little children. The Farese law firm had started with a bang.
On Monday, December 8, 1941, following the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Big John enlisted in the U. S. Army Air Corps. Trained as fighter pilot, he was later transferred to the Judge Advocate General Corps because of the need for attorneys to handle the mounting legal problems with soldiers. Big John tried dozens of cases in the Army in Texas, Kansas and North Africa.
In 1945, when John was discharged from active duty and returned from overseas, he returned to Ashland where Orene had waited patiently. During the war years, Orene and John had two children, John Booth Farese (1944) and Jacqueline Kay Farese (1945). A trial-hardened attorney emerged from the war with invaluable litigation experience. John entered the political arena in the election of 1947, when he ran for a Senate seat in the Mississippi legislature. The hotly contested race was filled with degrading remarks by his opponents about his being a "Yankee and a Catholic", but John emerged a victor and began serving his first, four-year term in the legislature. In 1952, both John and Orene were elected to the House of Representatives. They were the first husband and wife in the United States to be elected to serve at the same time. In 1956, John was re-elected to the House of Representative, and Orene was elected to the Senate.
The political climate of the South was charged with tension. Integration was the looming issue on the forefront. Big John had earned a reputation of treating all people, regardless of race, creed or color, with the same respect. Orene and John did not agree with the rhetoric of the segregationist movement. As a result, both were defeated in an extremely ugly race in 1959.
During their years in the legislature, two more children were born: Steven Ellis Farese on (1949), and Jeffrey Haimes Farese on (1957). The headlines on April 29, 1957, read "Senator Has Baby!" Jeffrey might have been the first baby ever born to a sitting Senator.
In 1960, John returned to full-time practice, and, like a small oak seed, Big John Farese grew into a legend. From defending the most sensational criminal cases to championing the causes of the injured, he was a feared opponent. He served as county prosecuting attorney, city attorney for numerous towns, attorney for the board of education and attorney for the board of supervisors. He won several awards for his legal prowess and affable demeanor.
In 1949, Anthony T. Farese, "Tony" to his friends, came South at the insistence of his Uncle John and Aunt Boots. Without John's help, Tony could not financially afford to go to college. Tony came from a family of nine children. First stop for Tony was Northwest Junior College; then, two years with the U. S. Army as a paratrooper. After the military, Tony returned to the University of Mississippi to complete his education. After law school Tony joined Big John in Ashland. Tony eventually married Margie Roach and stayed in Ashland to practice law. Tony and Margie had twins, Anthony L. Farese and Tammy Farese. Alison Farese was the third and last child.
Between Big John and Tony, the practice grew. Their reputations for hard work coupled with ethical, fair, honest treatment of clients paved the way for Farese, Farese & Farese, P. A. In 1969, John Booth Farese, called "John Booth" to differentiate him from Big John, joined the firm. Big John, Tony and John Booth continued to wage legal battles on behalf of the ordinary citizens against the insurance companies and big-money interests. Steven Ellis Farese joined the firm in 1977, adding to the growing number of Fareses in the firm. The next year Farese, Farese & Farese, P. A. was formed.
In 1979, Anthony T. "Tony" Farese was elected Chancery Court Judge for the 18th Chancery District (Benton, Calhoun, Lafayette, Marshall, Tippah counties). As Chancellor, Tony created an innovative child visitation schedule designed to insure that non-custodial parents received a fair amount of visitation with their children. The schedule became so popular that it was adopted in almost all of the Districts of the State of Mississippi and is now known and referred to in Divorce Decrees as the "Farese Visitation Schedule". Tony was very active in the Mississippi Chancery Judges Conference and at the request of the Mississippi Supreme Court served on the Advisory Committee on Rules of the Supreme Court of Mississippi from 1983 until 1998. Due to health reasons, Tony was forced to retire from that position on December 31, 1998, after serving 20 years on the bench. Tony was revered by all of his fellow attorneys in the state of Mississippi as one of the finest and fairest Chancellors to have served in this state. It was a sad day for the State of Mississippi when Tony finally succumbed to Parkinson's Disease on November 12th, 2002.
Kay Farese Turner of Memphis, Tennessee, chose to do it "her way" and left Ashland to try her hand at law practice in Memphis, just fifty miles from Ashland. She was imbued with the same desire to be an advocate in the legal arena. Presently, she is considered the top domestic trial attorney in Memphis. She was married to "the late" Jerome Turner, the United States District Judge for the Western Division of Tennessee.
The next generation of Fareses began to follow in the footsteps of Big John Farese. In 1986, Anthony L. "Tony" Farese, joined the firm. He continued the tradition of legal excellence established by his Uncle, Big John, and his father, Chancellor Farese. With teaching experience available at every turn, Tony quickly emerged as a mighty advocate for those charged with violations of the criminal law. Steven E. Farese, Sr., served as Tony's mentor. Now, together, they form one of the most widely acclaimed criminal defense teams in Mississippi and the Mid-South area.
Robert Q. "Bob" Whitwell, Sr., served at the United States Attorney for the Northern District of Mississippi, for eight years. Whitwell had earned the respect and admiration of those with whom he dealt. Hard work, honesty and fairness were his hallmarks. In 1993, Bob left the U. S. Attorneys office to join Farese, Farese & Farese, P. A. Bob had his own private practice in Southaven, Mississippi, prior to his years as U. S. Attorney. As a seasoned litigator with great people skills, Bob was a welcome addition to the firm.
The third generation of Fareses entered the practice in 1996 and 1997 when Steve Farese, Jr., son of Steven Ellis Farese, Sr., and John Stannard Farese., son of John Booth Farese, joined the firm. Steve Jr. followed in the footsteps of his father and his cousin Tony focusing primarily on criminal litigation, while John S. Quickly became a well learned advocate of civil and chancery practice.
Yet another Farese joined the growing number of attorneys, when Alison Farese Thomas, youngest daughter of Chancellor Farese, joined the firm in 1999. Alison had accepted a position and worked for a prestigious civil defense firm since her graduation from University of Mississippi Law School in 1993. Bringing a view into the realm of civil defense, Alison quickly became a valuable member to the firm.
From a humble one-man office that was so small you had to jump over the desk, to a 12,000 square foot building with seven attorneys and a staff of thirteen, the Farese Firm has evolved into one of the foremost leading Law Firms in the Mid-South. With a commitment towards protecting the civil rights and liberties for all people, Farese, Farese, & Farese will continue to strive for equal justice in the face of adversity.
About Farese, Farese, & Farese, P.A.
Practice Areas
- Criminal Defense
- Business Torts
- Construction Disputes
- Divorce & Family Law
- Estates & Trusts
- Insurance Litigation
- Personal Injury
- Real Estate Litigation
- Workers' Compensation
- Criminal Law - Federal
- Drug Violations
- Sex Offenses
- Traffic Violations
- Accidents & Injuries
- Animal Bites
- Assault & Battery
- Aviation Accidents
- Birth Injury
- Brain Injury
- Construction Accidents
- Defamation & Privacy
- Medical Malpractice
- Motor Vehicle Accidents
- Premises Liability
- Sexual Abuse
- Trucking Accidents
- Wrongful Death
- Joseph Cooper (Associate)
- Anthony L. Farese (Attorney)
- John Booth Farese (Attorney)
- John S. Farese (Attorney)
- Katherine Kent Farese (Associate Attorney)
- Michael Anthony Farese (Associate)
- Steven E. Farese, Jr. (Partner)
- Steven E. Farese, Sr. (Attorney)
- Kathy Wilburn, ACP
- Lisa Shaw
- Carla Morrow
- Susan Robbins
- Susan Fritts
- Brandi Mathis
- Barbara Ehrie
- Barbara Knighton
- Angela Edwards
- Kym Maxey
- Will Stone
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122 Church Avenue Ashland, MS 38603
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My name is Dain Markenson, and I had just finished up my sophomore year of college when my wrestling coach asked me to be a counselor at his summer instructional wrestling camp. What a perfect summer job offer!! It was going to be held at the college in 4 weekly sessions, with a week off in between each session. Schoolboys in 7th to 12th grade from all over the state would be attending and be housed in the dorms, in one of which I was being assigned as a floor monitor and…oh lucky me…a 7th-8th grade floor!! So, I had to get this straight in my mind. Provide wrestling instruction all day, then shower up with all the lads at the gym before participating in whatever evening activities. Then make sure they all went to sleep at a reasonable hour and without destroying the campus or the rooms they were occupying. Hmmm what to do with this offer? Only took me a nanosecond to accept it!
The thought of what would be happening behind closed doors at night in dorm rooms shared by 2 boys who were just beginning their journeys through puberty, was flooding my imagination as I drove home to spend a week before returning for the start of the camp's first session. Boys being boys and all, some of them would no doubt do what I did at wrestling camps when I was their age…avail myself of every opportunity to be alone so I could get a jerk-off fix!! Better still, bust someone else doing it…get in on with someone…sex was going to be in the air and I was now formulating a plan to ensure that it did happen…and that it happened in a way that I could control and participate.
At 19, I had never thought of myself as cunning or devious or anything like that before, but I sure did now as I was hatching my plan. And as I pondered the summer ahead, my mind wondered back to the time 3 years before…when I seduced my first boy, and learned how to do it again, and again, and again!
I was 16 at the time of my first conquest of a younger boy. He was a wonderfully cherubic 12-year-old named Billy Patteron. Dark haired like myself, but with piercing blue eyes, compared to my brown ones. He stood 5'2" weighing 100 lbs. and being possessed of an angelic faced with soft alabaster skin. I had known Billy for about 4 months at the time I seduced him, because he was on the 7th grade wrestling team that I was helping to coach. I was 5' 8" 135 lbs. at the time and, even though I was 16, I looked much younger. I had not shown any outward signs of puberty until just before 9th grade when my first pubic hairs arrived and thankfully excused me from the mock and ridicule I had been experiencing when seen hairless in the showers or on the weigh-in scales before matches. But even at 16 the only bodily hair I had besides on my head, was a respectable if slightly modest dark brown pubic bush above my average 3" flaccid and 5 " erect circumcised penis. No forearm, leg or armpit hair on me to speak of and my chest, while chiseled, was completely bare.
Besides a very fit athletic body and a handsome face, or so I've been told, the main thing I had going for me was that I was a really good wrestler. I had been winning championships at state and national levels since the 6th grade, which had my vanquished pubic-hair-endowed-opponents derisively dub me "The Hairless Wonder." Now in the middle of an undefeated season during my sophomore year of high school, I had the good fortune of being ranked as the best wrestler in my weight class in the state, having won the state championship at a lighter weight class the year before as a freshman. I was dating the hottest girl in 10th grade, but she wouldn't put out at all so the only sex I was having was with my highly experienced right hand and with Tommy Jenkins who had been my jack-off buddy since we were 11. Tommy was the star quarterback of our high schools conference and was devotedly gay, though you would never have known it by his demeanor.
Tommy and I had been friends since 3rd grade and in 5th grade he swore me to secrecy before dropping his pants up in his room, between games of Nintendo, to show me the 10 or so jet black pubic hairs that were dotting the circumference of the base of his penis. My jaw dropped when I saw them and the next thing I knew he was teaching me how to jerk off of hairless unit. My first orgasm floored me and the sight of Tommy's wet orgasm made me green with envy…an envy I would have to endure for another 4 years as Tommy left me further and further behind in the bodily hair department. From masturbating ourselves side-by-side across his, we progressed to masturbating each other and then on to sucking. God what glorious discoveries we had…but that's another story…sorry for the digression!
The point I want to make here is that by the time I was 16, I knew all about sex with guys and had zero experience with girls, but not from a lack of trying. I never found myself attracted to other boys and thought of sex with Tommy as what I needed to do on occasion until girls would surrender themselves to me. I won't lie and say that I never jerked off thinking about Tommy, but it was only about the days when we both started…back when he was barely pubescent and when I was not at all. That mindset started to change, however, in the weeks that followed my meeting young Billy Patteron.
From day-1 I knew he was totally hooked on me as a wrestler, because chief among the benefits that my athletic celebrity offered, was the idolatry from younger wrestlers like Billy. During practices Billy and other kids his age would constantly pursue me for technical knowledge about wrestling moves and strategies. But Billy was the most persistent of them all and I found that to be very flattering. He was a well accomplished wrestler for his age, but he possessed the same burning desire that I did at his age…to get better…to be the best. Billy came to all of my matches and would congratulate me after my wins asking me how and why I had done certain things. After practices he would seek me out to spend more time on the mats going over moves or just sitting around talking about strategy and training techniques. He so wanted to be like me and I was eager to help him in any way I could.
We were often the last ones to leave the gym which meant we undressed and showered together in relative privacy and, since his school bus would long since be gone by the time we were dressed to leave, I had become accustomed to giving him a ride home in my car…a black Corvette that Billy, and everyone else for that matter, thought was totally Rad. He also never flinched or looked the least bit uncomfortable when he would notice that I was inspecting his nudity in the showers or as we stood next to each other while changing in the locker room. At first, I truly believe it was mere curiosity on my part. His body's maturation process would have a direct impact on his wrestling ability and I was just checking to see how things were progressing.
When I first saw Billy naked some 4 months prior, he showed no outward signs of puberty. Just your typical hairless 12-year-old. But within a month or so I started to notice that he was clearly beginning puberty, which is to say he had some peach fuzz around the base of his cute little circumcised dick. No coarse curly hairs, but there was a definite sign of "whities" starting to come in. Then, about a month later, when he was wet from the shower I noticed that his white fuzz took on a somewhat darkened tone which suggested to me that he'd be sporting a noticeable growth in the coming months. The kızkalesi escort kid was way ahead of where I was at his age and the sight of him began to make me stir in a way I didn't truly put my finger on until I found myself jacking off to the thought of him and doing so with the crushing effects of hurricane-force orgasms with volcanic eruptions.
Thoughts of Tommy and girls had now been purged from the repertoire of my masturbation fantasies. I only had thoughts of snuggling next to Billy's soft body and gifting my knowledge of sexual pleasure to him, as he would pleasure me in return. But I fought to suppress any thoughts of converting my fantasy into a reality, and I was winning that war against my psyche…that is until the day I knew I could not hold out any longer.
It was after a usual wrestling practice where Billy had asked me to stay late and continue to work with him. By the time we were done and headed into the locker room to shower, we found that we were the only ones there. We stripped out of our gear and as I reached for a towel before heading to the shower room, I stopped to watch Billy as he slowly pulled down the small jock strap he was wearing. His small sweaty penis and testicles popped into full view with his cute white sprout-lets matted to the sides of his penis, instead of sticking out straight like new grass seedlings straining towards the sun.
He was just a foot or so from where I was standing over him when I noticed that something was different, something that caused my penis to stir the second I comprehended its meaning. What I saw was the telltale swelling at the base of his penis head…right along his circumcision scar. Oh man! The little guy has been jerking off…and doing it OFTEN. He paid no attention to my staring as we headed off to the shower without speaking. Then as I watched him washing in the shower, lathering his privates with soapy suds, the sight of his beautiful nakedness made me feel compelled to see if I could lure him into sex with me. So, I summoned up all of my courage and decided to make a play for him….that day!
Knowing that my house was empty and we could have hours there alone together, I asked Billy if, instead of me just driving him home, did he wanted to call his Mom and ask if he could come over to my house to lift weights and go over some moves on the mats that were spread out on the floor of our garage. Billy was ecstatic at the idea and couldn't get his cell phone out of his backpack fast enough to call. His mother agreed and during the drive to my house our conversations about wrestling techniques and training methods, soon transitioned to the process of bodily maturation and its impact on Billy's ability to improve in the sport. He was hanging on my every word and I was intentionally focusing him on his body and the changes it was going through.
When we arrived, I showed Billy into the garage and then offered him an old red wrestling singlet that I had worn at his age while getting a blue one for myself. 'Do you have a jock that will fit me?" he asked.
"No, sorry, all the ones your size were thrown out years ago, and the ones I do have would fall off you. Screw it," I told him "we'll just free-ball it!" We both laughed as we began to undress unblinking as we stood face to face while we stripped. I told him we'd just lift and wrestle barefoot, as we both stepped naked between the cutout legs of our singlets and then pulled them up over our butts and genitals before hooking the thin straps over our shoulders. Only those thin millimeters of colored fabric covered us and the outline of or genitals was plainly visible against the tight nylon that was pressing them up between our legs. The silhouette of my package showed the entirety of my flaccid length and my ample sack, while Billy displayed only the head of his dicklet and the outline of his small testicles.
"Let's stretch first before we workout and we can talk about strategy and stuff while we do it," I suggested as I sat down in the center of the mat and began the ritual we would both follow of loosening up all of our major muscle groups.
"So," I began as we sat about 2 feet across from each other stretching our backs by twisting slowly from side to side "what can I tell you about today?"
"Getting stronger and faster," Billy replied instantly. "I feel like I know so many moves and strategies and stuff, but I think I need to get bigger and faster like you are Dain."
"Well Billy, you know that a lot of that stuff is outside your control, don't you?" I asked as I watched him begin to stretch his legs out wide to loosen his hamstrings.
"Well kind of, I guess, but not really," he fumbled trying to make him self clearer. "I mean I run lots and lift 3 times a day but I'm not getting way big muscles or lifting higher amounts of weight. I feel like I've stalled out or something."
What a perfect low hanging curve this was to hit out of the park of seduction! He had just opened the door to the topic I so dearly wanted to broach with him…his bodily development. "That's what I'm trying to say Billy," I continued trying not to rush the topic and risk scaring him off "until puberty really begins for you there's not much else you're going to be able to do." Then I saw his face take on a contorted look and begin to redden and then, staring straight down at the mat in front of him, Billy began to sob. "Dude, what's wrong," I said as I slid next to him and put a comforting arm across his shoulder.
"Dain…I…err….I think maybe…I…err…I'm doing bad stuff or something," Billy blurted out before bawling like a baby.
"Hey, pal, its OK, I'm sure its nothing I don't already know about," I whispered to him softly as I cradled his head to my chest feeling his falling tears as they splashed below my neck. I knew exactly where this was going…the old sports myth perhaps no more strongly advanced than by boxers and wrestlers: sex makes you physically weak and you have to abstain from it to stay strong…what hogwash!! But this was now so perfect a foil that I felt my penis begin to stiffen as I knew the first domino had just been toppled and when the last one fell… OK, I had to get a grip on things and play out this scenario, so I told myself to breathe and relax and deflate, as I continued to comfort the sobbing boy.
"Billy, just tell me flat out OK, because I'm pretty sure I know what's bugging you but I can't say it in case I'm wrong. But if I'm right then I will be telling you that everyone does it and its not bad OK…so you just have to be brave enough to say what's going on."
Fighting to catch his breath and find his voice, Billy pulled back slowly from my chest but never looked up from the floor as he said "I…I…oh shit Dain…I jerk off all the time! Everyday and more than once or even twice, I do it a lot!!!!" And the floodgates opened again as I was quick to swoop him back into my arms.
"Billy, that's what I thought you'd say. Relax its fine we can talk all about it. It's not bad, it won't hurt your wrestling, it's great to discover that your body can be made to feel so good. Hell, jerking off might even help you grow faster." That remark caught him completely off guard.
"H-h-how can it h-help me Dain?"
"Well, let's begin by making sure you understand what puberty is exactly. Tell me what you know about it."
Wiping his eyes and with regained composure Billy, to my surprise, spewed forth a fairly comprehensive knowledge of the biological process of sexual development, to which I then added, "That's right, you have a good handle on it conceptually but let me tell you about how it relates to you specifically…or at least how it related to me, tarsus escort which I'm sure is pretty much how it goes for everyone."
Billy was staring at me intently as I continued "So your body is maturing and you feel it lots of places like in your dick which gets hard because you are getting the hormones you said you knew about and all." Billy giggled and then pawed lightly at his crotch as I continued, "Well, I think that when you jerk off its like a signal to your body that things are all working so keep the hormones coming. And, best of all, the more those hormones come the stronger and bigger you will get especially if you are working out like you do."
"You know all about steroids, right?" to which Billy nodded his understanding. "OK, so the hormones your body is producing are natural steroids, and the more you produce the stronger you'll get. Hell, when I was your age I couldn't jerk off enough because I wasn't as developed as I think you are now, so I was like trying to play catch up and telling my body 'Hey…send down the hormones…I'm ready fro Christ's sake.'"
Billy laughed as he asked "So how often were you doing it?"
"Pretty much the same as now, except I could shoot stuff back then." and here I wanted to be careful to paint as erotic a picture as I could, "but I was having super orgasm feelings even when they were dry or just little water spitters." Now it was time to get Billy involved in this conversation…"Are you still dry or can you make some water yet," I asked looking him in the eyes sincerely but trustingly.
To my delight he didn't hesitate at all when he replied "I was all dry until about a month ago when some funny stuff dripped out when the great feeling first hits me, and now sometimes it will shoot out a little at the beginning but for most of the feeling part its dry."
"The feeling part is called an orgasm Billy, and like I said you are ahead of me because at your age I was all dry. I couldn't do the water stuff until I was 13 and I couldn't shoot the real stuff like I do now, until I was 14. I'll bet you will be doing it much sooner."
"How can you tell that," he asked.
"Well, we'll come back to that but first let me answer your how-many-times question. And the answer is….whenever IT came up!" I said pointing down to my crotch. Billy laughed as I continued "I mean I'd jack every morning that I woke up with a woodie, at school after a bumpy bus ride, in the shower at home, before going to bed, and always when I was in bed before going to sleep. 3 times a day easy…even now."
"Wow," Billy exclaimed in relief and perhaps awe "that's maybe even more than I do it."
"Yep, that's what I mean…nothing bad there, at least nothing bad that ever happened to me. In fact if I hadn't jacked off so much, maybe I wouldn't have grown in time to win state's my freshman year."
"Holly shit Dain, do you really think so?"
"Well, I don't know it there's scientific evidence on it but it's what I think so what the fuck."
"God, I feel like such an idiot for being such a baby and all…but Dain how is it you think I'm ahead of where you were at my age, besides making some water stuff?"
"Well I've seen you in the showers and kind of checked you out…you do know that I've looked you over right??"
"Yeah, sure…everyone looks."
"Well Billy, you're right everyone looks…but not everyone sees. For example: the fuzzy white hairs you have are starting to darken. And your balls have come all the way down now, not like Pat Johnson's who's sack skin kinda hangs underneath where his balls are."
"Yeah," Billie chirped "I seen that, but I thought he was holding them up like when you're cold and stuff."
"Nope, that's just a sign that he's not as mature as you are" and now to set the hook…"at least as mature as I THINK you are."
"Shit…well…I mean, how can you know for sure?" Billy asked in a voice desperate for confirmation.
"Piece of cake, I'd just have to check you out more closely than from across a locker room."
"You mean get naked in front of you now?" Billy asked not in shock as much as for clarification "like in a doctor's office?"
"Exactly…I mean only if you want me to."
"Yeah sure," he said as in one fluid motion he unhooked the shoulder straps of his singlet, tugged it down from his waist and then stepped clear of it standing proudly naked before walking up to where I was sitting. I scrambled to my knees and took hold of his hips as I stared intently at his unexcited 2" flaccid penis as it rested against a scrotum of only slightly greater length. His aroma intoxicated me and I had to fight the erection that wanted to spring from my loins.
No pubic hairs at all, just a white fuzziness in the lower areas to either side of his penis. And he never flinched as I reached out to swirl my finger tips through his downy collection and then as I caressed his marble-sized balls. But when I lifted and took hold of his penis shaft, he pulled back abruptly and covered himself quickly with his hands.
"W-w-why did you do that," he stammered not seeming mad as much as surprised.
"Oh, sorry" I said "it's just when it's not hard the only way to know how long it is, is to stretch it out. You can do it yourself if you want."
"Don't have to," Billy said smiling slyly as he uncovered himself revealing a thin boyish 3-½" erection "the reason I pulled away is when you touched it like that I knew I'd be getting a boner."
"Very funny, now come back over here so I can finish," I laughed as his now fully engaged penis approached me. I rolled at its head and under its side as I watched Billy's face become blissful and his eyes closed. Then I used my other hand to massage his scrotum and rub behind it, along the magic strip of his perineum.
"OH GOD" he cried as that previously unexplored spot sent shockwaves of delight through his young body. "Dain stop…you better stop or I'm gonna get off."
"That's the idea Billy," I comforted him "I want to see the water you're making. Here, lay down and I'll finish you…unless you'd rather just do it yourself."
"No, no go ahead it feels so great" he panted as he almost fell to his back beside me.
"OK Billy just close you eyes and relax OK?" I whispered as began to take hold of his erection. It felt so hot and hard and alive! "mmmmmmmmmm" he purred as I began to stroke slowly up and down his slender erection, using a 3-finger grip with my thumb index and middle fingers. I thrilled at the contrast between the length of his shaft and his lovely penis head as it tickled my palm on the upstroke before popping out the top of my grip when my hand descended. In addition to stimulating his perineum with my free hand, I also circled the tip of my index finger around the exterior of his anus…not poking or prodding…just circular rubbing. Then he gasped. And twitched. And spread his legs wide as I jacked him fast and hard to the finish line.
"Oooooohhh, ssssshhittt…ooooohhh, gggggod, uummmah, uuunnnnnuuufff, aaaaaaaahhhhhggg" and his face drew tight, with shut eyes and an open mouth as his erect penis grew harder and hotter in my flailing hand until a single light spray flew softly from the tip of his boyhood landing at his naval as he convulsed through the twisted mask of joy on his face, in the pure ecstasy of a pre-teen consumed by an earth-shattering orgasm. His testicles rose and fell no less than 6 more times as he barked out his climax, with the final volleys of his pleasure slowly spilling a few last drops of boy juice from him without ever getting airborne. Though the best of it had passed, I could sense that he did not want my stroking to stop but I slowed my pace to a crawl and anamur escort significantly loosened my grip.
Slowly he opened his eyes and then backed his hips away in order to free his penis from my hand. He was so spent looking as he muttered "Oh that was so wicked Dain…I loved it so much," then he sat up and looked at me for an answer and I knew that my reply would have to come out as being purely honest when he asked me "Dain…what we just did…does it make us gay?"
"Hell no!" I shot back with conviction. "It is only exploration dude. I've done it with a guy before when I was your age, and I'm still trying like crazy to get into Carol Birk's pants."
"Yeah, I've seen you with her, she's really pretty," Billy said admiringly.
"Pretty yes, but prudey too…can't even get a hand job out of her," I sighed in remembrance of many a sexually frustrated evening.
"Well, I'll give you one," Billy said smiling. "I never touched anyone before and I'd really like to see what real stuff you can shoot out."
"You don't have to, " I said "but if you do then great…if not I am happy to jack off in front of you so you can see my cum shot."
"No," Billy responded quickly "I really want to do it…just tell me how."
"Piece of cake pal…just do it to me like you do it to yourself."
Of course I wanted him to do me in the worst way and I had been stone hard since I began my physical inspection of this gorgeous lad. When I stood to remove my singlet, my dick was tenting out at a 45 degree angle from the nylon front and as I lowered the shoulder straps, I had to pull my 5-incher back to get the damned thing off of me. Billy's eyes were fixed on me with my jutting, seemingly monstrous to him, hard-on adorned by a decent sized swatch of dark brown pubic hair and my low hanging balls that ached to release their seed.
I lay down on my back in front of where Billy was sitting and I noticed that his previously limp penis was beginning to regain some girth, signaling his excitement at touching the first penis other than his own. His hand was trembling as it reached out to touch me and I sighed deeply as his soft small fingers encircled my shaft. "It's so hard and fat and long," he said "I can't believe how warm and smooth it feels too."
"It's not all that big," I told him "it just seems that way to you."
"A monster hog cock," he sputtered out in a laugh that I quickly joined in before playfully slapping at his bare butt with my open hand, which made a decidedly loud SMACK noise, to which he playfully smiled at me and perhaps foretold of other things young Billy might find erotic. Then he began to stoke me with excellence and I rested my head down against the mat with one of my arms draped across my eyes as he stroked up and down, and up and down…each stroke seeming to make the semen in the caldrons of my testicles come closer and closer to a full boil.
When, through pure improvise, he began to use both oh his hands to cover the entirety of the shaft and head of my erection as he masturbated me, my head popped up and I looked lovingly into his sparkling deep blue eyes. He knew he was pleasuring me greatly and he was taking pride in the effect of his efforts. I stole a glance at his lap and saw that he had re-attained full mast and, lest his ship sail uncrewed, I reached out and took his pulsing boyhood once again into the caress of my wanting palm and fingers.
"Here, lay down on you back beside me like this," I said as I pulled him to me and we lay hip to hip with our heads in opposite directions. "This way we can do it to each other easier." Billy willingly complied and soon we were comfortably stroking away with our pumping arms crossed over each other. Then I pulled us to our sides as I said "I want to suck on you if that's OK, but you don't have to suck on me."
"NO!" he protested loudly as I felt both shocked and saddened before he read the look on my face and continued "no Dain…I mean I want you to suck me but I do want to suck on you too."
"OK," I replied tousling his hair in approval "but go slow because it will choke you if you go too deep on me. Getting it all in take practice so just do as much as is comfortable and use one of your hands to stroke the rest. Also, when I tell you, take your mouth off and just use your hand so I don't shoot in your mouth." Billy nodded his understanding as I lowered my face to him and breathed in his wondrous nectar. His penis twitched rapidly and he squealed with delight when I sucked him in and swirled my tongue across the head of his tender young rod.
"Ooohh fuck that feels so gooooood," he cooed as he lay there frozen and unable to comprehend the extent of the pleasure he was feeling. Then some 10 or 12 full sucking strokes later I watched as he pensively brought his face to the brink of accepting me into his small mouth. At first just his soft lips covered my burning glans and I felt the drool of his saliva drip down my shaft and begin to flood my pubic hairs which caused by scrotum to tingle and tighten into a leathery clamp around my testicles. Slowly but surely he took more and more of me in, as his hot young mouth slid expertly up and down. He choked several times trying to go deeper on me but the kid was a trooper and before long he had conquered his gag reflex…his head now flying up and down my full length and his nose dipping into the wet mass of hair at the base.
For my part, I was sucking him at a fever pitch and I felt him buck on several occasions which previewed that his release was near. The thought of that event took me to the edge and I pulled off of him only long enough to say "I'm close Billy, better go back to your hand now."
He looked up from my crotch with my erection still in his mouth as he devilishly smiled a and muttered a muted "Unn ahhh"…as in "No Way!" I smiled at him in a thankful manner and then slathered at his twitching penis before coating my fingers in the saliva pool at the base of his penis and then used by slickened digits to caress the hairless crack of his butt while bumping across his puckering boyhole. "Aaaahh ggggoddd," I groaned into his penis as I felt him running his own spit-soaked fingers through the crevice of my own buttocks.
I know this will sound cliché, but it really did happen: we climaxed in virtual unison. His initial guttural sounds caused my climax to launch and we bucked our hips into each others faces in hard, full, deep strokes. I cried out as my first shot felt like a hose going off and I heard him cough and then felt the volume of my discharge slide from his mouth back down my shaft as the second third and fourth shots followed suit. Billy was groaning back at me and a light spray crossed my tongue and the sweet salinity of it made me suck harder and faster for more.
Thank God no one was within earshot because we were making more noises of passion than a raunchy porn video, and after we had both crescendoed, we release the penis we were sucking and collapsed to our backs panting for air like we'd just completed a 5 mile run.
"I never knew," Billy huffed "I never thought it could ever feel so good!"
"I know Billy, I know…I can still remember my first time…don't think I'll ever forget it."
Then pulling himself to his side Billy asked "How am I ever gonna be able to just jerk off after that?" he lamented.
"You'll make room for it Billy, don't doubt that for a minute. But anytime you want, if time and privacy allow it I mean…I mean I'll do it with you anytime you say."
Billy smiled radiantly as he said "Hey Dain…I'm free this time tomorrow! I mean what a great way to workout!!"
And we both fell back in boyish laughter, secure in the knowledge that much more lay ahead for us both.
***Well, I hope you enjoyed this little tale. Shall I continue? With tale of young Billy and ultimately of the wrestling camp adventures of 3 years hence? Do write to the email address above and give me your thoughts…it is that which compensates we writers!
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Between 1833 and 1836, the nineteenth-century writer Charles Dickens wrote a number of sketches which were originally published in various newspapers and other periodicals including The Morning Chronicle, The Evening Chronicle, The Monthly Magazine, The Carlton Chronicle and Bell's Weekly Messenger. Many were published under the pen name of Boz, which Dickens adopted early on in his career as a writer and journalist. The popular sketches were reproduced in 1836 in a collected work (along with some new material), Sketches by Boz, which contained 56 sketches divided into four sections: Our Parish (7 sketches) Scenes (25 sketches), Characters (12 sketches) and Tales (12 sketches). The material in the first three sections consists of portraits of London life and the last section comprised fictional stories.
The following sketch first appeared in Bell's Life in London on Sunday, 27 September 1835 under the title Scenes and Characters No. I. It was renamed Seven Dials when republished in Sketches by Boz. Now adjacent to the wealthy Covent Garden area of London at the time Dickens wrote this sketch, Seven Dials was a notorious part of the city, noted for a combination of extreme poverty and overcrowding, filth and a labyrinthine network of small streets and alleyways (see comments section for further information).
Sketches by Boz. Scenes, Chapter 5.
We have always been of opinion that if Tom King and the Frenchman had not immortalised Seven Dials, Seven Dials would have immortalised itself. Seven Dials! the region of song and poetry—first effusions, and last dying speeches: hallowed by the names of Catnach and of Pitts—names that will entwine themselves with costermongers, and barrel-organs, when penny magazines shall have superseded penny yards of song, and capital punishment be unknown!
Look at the construction of the place. The Gordian knot was all very well in its way: so was the maze of Hampton Court: so is the maze at the Beulah Spa: so were the ties of stiff white neckcloths, when the difficulty of getting one on, was only to be equalled by the apparent impossibility of ever getting it off again. But what involutions can compare with those of Seven Dials? Where is there such another maze of streets, courts, lanes, and alleys? Where such a pure mixture of Englishmen and Irishmen, as in this complicated part of London? We boldly aver that we doubt the veracity of the legend to which we have adverted. We can suppose a man rash enough to inquire at random—at a house with lodgers too—for a Mr. Thompson, with all but the certainty before his eyes, of finding at least two or three Thompsons in any house of moderate dimensions; but a Frenchman—a Frenchman in Seven Dials! Pooh! He was an Irishman. Tom King's education had been neglected in his infancy, and as he couldn't understand half the man said, he took it for granted he was talking French.
The stranger who finds himself in 'The Dials' for the first time, and stands Belzoni-like, at the entrance of seven obscure passages, uncertain which to take, will see enough around him to keep his curiosity and attention awake for no inconsiderable time. From the irregular square into which he has plunged, the streets and courts dart in all directions, until they are lost in the unwholesome vapour which hangs over the house-tops, and renders the dirty perspective uncertain and confined; and lounging at every corner, as if they came there to take a few gasps of such fresh air as has found its way so far, but is too much exhausted already, to be enabled to force itself into the narrow alleys around, are groups of people, whose appearance and dwellings would fill any mind but a regular Londoner's with astonishment.
On one side, a little crowd has collected round a couple of ladies, who having imbibed the contents of various 'three-outs' of gin and bitters in the course of the morning, have at length differed on some point of domestic arrangement, and are on the eve of settling the quarrel satisfactorily, by an appeal to blows, greatly to the interest of other ladies who live in the same house, and tenements adjoining, and who are all partisans on one side or other.
'Vy don't you pitch into her, Sarah?' exclaims one half-dressed matron, by way of encouragement. 'Vy don't you? if my 'usband had treated her with a drain last night, unbeknown to me, I'd tear her precious eyes out—a wixen!'
'What's the matter, ma'am?' inquires another old woman, who has just bustled up to the spot.
'Matter!' replies the first speaker, talking at the obnoxious combatant, 'matter! Here's poor dear Mrs. Sulliwin, as has five blessed children of her own, can't go out a charing for one arternoon, but what hussies must be a comin', and 'ticing avay her oun' 'usband, as she's been married to twelve year come next Easter Monday, for I see the certificate ven I vas a drinkin' a cup o' tea vith her, only the werry last blessed Ven'sday as ever was sent. I 'appen'd to say promiscuously, "Mrs. Sulliwin," says I—'
'What do you mean by hussies?' interrupts a champion of the other party, who has evinced a strong inclination throughout to get up a branch fight on her own account ('Hooroar,' ejaculates a pot-boy in parenthesis, 'put the kye-bosk on her, Mary!'), 'What do you mean by hussies?' reiterates the champion.
'Niver mind,' replies the opposition expressively, 'niver mind; you go home, and, ven you're quite sober, mend your stockings.'
This somewhat personal allusion, not only to the lady's habits of intemperance, but also to the state of her wardrobe, rouses her utmost ire, and she accordingly complies with the urgent request of the bystanders to 'pitch in,' with considerable alacrity. The scuffle became general, and terminates, in minor play-bill phraseology, with 'arrival of the policemen, interior of the station-house, and impressive dénouement.'
In addition to the numerous groups who are idling about the gin-shops and squabbling in the centre of the road, every post in the open space has its occupant, who leans against it for hours, with listless perseverance. It is odd enough that one class of men in London appear to have no enjoyment beyond leaning against posts. We never saw a regular bricklayer's labourer take any other recreation, fighting excepted. Pass through St. Giles's in the evening of a week-day, there they are in their fustian dresses, spotted with brick-dust and whitewash, leaning against posts. Walk through Seven Dials on Sunday morning: there they are again, drab or light corduroy trousers, Blucher boots, blue coats, and great yellow waistcoats, leaning against posts. The idea of a man dressing himself in his best clothes, to lean against a post all day!
The peculiar character of these streets, and the close resemblance each one bears to its neighbour, by no means tends to decrease the bewilderment in which the unexperienced wayfarer through 'the Dials' finds himself involved. He traverses streets of dirty, straggling houses, with now and then an unexpected court composed of buildings as ill-proportioned and deformed as the half-naked children that wallow in the kennels. Here and there, a little dark chandler's shop, with a cracked bell hung up behind the door to announce the entrance of a customer, or betray the presence of some young gentleman in whom a passion for shop tills has developed itself at an early age: others, as if for support, against some handsome lofty building, which usurps the place of a low dingy public-house; long rows of broken and patched windows expose plants that may have flourished when 'the Dials' were built, in vessels as dirty as 'the Dials' themselves; and shops for the purchase of rags, bones, old iron, and kitchen-stuff, vie in cleanliness with the bird-fanciers and rabbit-dealers, which one might fancy so many arks, but for the irresistible conviction that no bird in its proper senses, who was permitted to leave one of them, would ever come back again. Brokers' shops, which would seem to have been established by humane individuals, as refuges for destitute bugs, interspersed with announcements of day-schools, penny theatres, petition-writers, mangles, and music for balls or routs, complete the 'still life' of the subject; and dirty men, filthy women, squalid children, fluttering shuttlecocks, noisy battledores, reeking pipes, bad fruit, more than doubtful oysters, attenuated cats, depressed dogs, and anatomical fowls, are its cheerful accompaniments.
If the external appearance of the houses, or a glance at their inhabitants, present but few attractions, a closer acquaintance with either is little calculated to alter one's first impression. Every room has its separate tenant, and every tenant is, by the same mysterious dispensation which causes a country curate to 'increase and multiply' most marvellously, generally the head of a numerous family.
The man in the shop, perhaps, is in the baked 'jemmy' line, or the fire-wood and hearth-stone line, or any other line which requires a floating capital of eighteen-pence or thereabouts: and he and his family live in the shop, and the small back parlour behind it. Then there is an Irish labourer and his family in the back kitchen, and a jobbing man—carpet-beater and so forth—with his family in the front one. In the front one-pair, there's another man with another wife and family, and in the back one-pair, there's 'a young 'oman as takes in tambour-work, and dresses quite genteel,' who talks a good deal about 'my friend,' and can't 'a-bear anything low.' The second floor front, and the rest of the lodgers, are just a second edition of the people below, except a shabby-genteel man in the back attic, who has his half-pint of coffee every morning from the coffee-shop next door but one, which boasts a little front den called a coffee-room, with a fireplace, over which is an inscription, politely requesting that, 'to prevent mistakes,' customers will 'please to pay on delivery.' The shabby-genteel man is an object of some mystery, but as he leads a life of seclusion, and never was known to buy anything beyond an occasional pen, except half-pints of coffee, penny loaves, and ha'porths of ink, his fellow-lodgers very naturally suppose him to be an author; and rumours are current in the Dials, that he writes poems for Mr. Warren.
Now anybody who passed through the Dials on a hot summer's evening, and saw the different women of the house gossiping on the steps, would be apt to think that all was harmony among them, and that a more primitive set of people than the native Diallers could not be imagined. Alas! the man in the shop ill-treats his family; the carpet-beater extends his professional pursuits to his wife; the one-pair front has an undying feud with the two-pair front, in consequence of the two-pair front persisting in dancing over his (the one-pair front's) head, when he and his family have retired for the night; the two-pair back will interfere with the front kitchen's children; the Irishman comes home drunk every other night, and attacks everybody; and the one-pair back screams at everything. Animosities spring up between floor and floor; the very cellar asserts his equality. Mrs. A. 'smacks' Mrs. B.'s child for 'making faces.' Mrs. B. forthwith throws cold water over Mrs. A.'s child for 'calling names.' The husbands are embroiled—the quarrel becomes general—an assault is the consequence, and a police-officer the result.
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Jaroslav Drobny (HBS)
13 saves! This is what it takes to stop Bayer. Fantastic effort by the Czech puts him above Lehmann and Rost, who were both impressive as well.
Pedro Geromel (Köln)
This is the second straight week for Brazilian. He had a fantastic game neutralizing Rob Freund and he had a goal-line clearance that preserved the win.
Andreas Ibertsberger (Hoffenheim)
Speaking of goal-line clearances, he had one against Eintracht that was better than even Träsch's goal. Oh and these new boys can defend too.
Tim Sebastian (KSC)
Both he and Franz were excellent in their victory over Bielefeld, but I thought he got stuck in at important times.
Zé Roberto (BM)
He clears a ball off the line with his hand, he scores three goals against Lyon and Bochum, and now he wants to leave for the MLS? Bad news for Bayern, who showed frailty when he left the pitch on the weekend.
Sami Khedira (Stuttgart)
Playing as the AM, as Veh tries to figure out his best midfield, he might have won the role as he was massively impressive in the first half and scored a great goal.
Marko Marin (Gladbach)
Yeah, things suck at Mönchengladbach right now, but not for his lack of effort against. Especially against Köln.
Josué (Wolfsburg)
It took him time to get established in the draw with Schalke, but once he did, he locked down the midfield. It was his defense-splitting pass to Caiuby that created the 2nd goal.
Christian Träsch (Stuttgart)
His amazing pass to free Hilbert for the third was overshadowed by his blast on a cleared corner from the edge of the area for the second. In his second match for the Swabians he gave a new shape to the midfield that showed start contrast with last week's disorganization against Dortmund.
Kevin Kuranyi (Schalke)
Well it's about damn time.
Demba Ba (Hoffenheim)
His two goals against Eintracht reminds us all of why Ibesevic isn't the only forward for the Hoffe.
Clearances of the Week
While Ibertsberger is obvious, his teammate Andreas Beck must have saved three shots on goal before clearing earlier in the match.
Assist of the Week
Manuel Neuer's incredibly accurate mishit to Kuranyi to salvage a point at home.
Most Productive Eight Minutes of the Week
On in the 65′ and off in the 72′ due to Costa's red, somehow Caiuby found time to score the go-ahead goal.
How to get your Manager Fired
You knew it was all going wrong, when Christofer Heimeroth pushed a shot by Köln wide, and then decided to admire the conditions of the pitch at Borussia Park, before remembering to go after the ball. Lukukay was done when Ehret beat the speedy keeper to the ball.
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This demo shows how to disable specific days, dates, and times when a user cannot schedule an appointment. In the demo, appointments are disabled for weekends, certain individual dates (e.g., May 25th), and the time period from 12:00pm to 1:00pm.
To implement this functionality in your application, follow the steps below:
Implement custom date/time validation functions
These functions should check whether a date or time is available. This demo includes the date/time validation functions listed below. In your application, they can be different.
isWeekend, and
isDinner functions.
isHoliday /
isWeekend /
Validate appointments before they are created or updated
Before an appointment is created or updated, the Scheduler executes the onAppointmentAdding and onAppointmentUpdating functions. Use them to start validation. If a date or time is invalid,
cancel the creation or update. Implement the same logic in the onAppointmentFormOpening function so that users cannot open the appointment details form for a disabled date or time.
Customize the appointment details form
The appointment details form includes two calendars that allow users to select an appointment's start and end date/time. You should also disable dates in these calendars. Review the
applyDisableDatesToDateEditors function to see how this is done. Call this function from onAppointmentFormOpening.
Customize the timetable appearance
Use templates to customize the appearance of data cells (dataCellTemplate), time cells (timeCellTemplate), and date cells (dateCellTemplate). In this demo, date cell customization is visible only in the Month view. To switch to this view, use the view switcher in the Scheduler's upper right corner.


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Himalaya By Bike (Jun 2005)
Himalaya By Bike In June 2005 three friends and I took an epic two-week bike trip through Kashmir and Ladakh in the Indian Himalaya. Four days into the trip my primary camera lens broke, leaving me with just a telephoto lens. A number of these pictures, therefore, are courtesy of Gabe McGann (including some that I probably forgot to credit him for). Thanks, Gabe! ---- Use the left and right arrow keys to navigate between photos. Click on the large picture to enter full screen view, and click anywhere on the full screen photo to return to this page. Feel free to leave comments below. Also, don't forget to rank the photos you like!Read More


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There are a few songs in the realm of hip hop that unfurl a story better than most novels. A few tracks that will fall like a timeless scroll across the airwaves and present, in fine detail, a complete and compact story. That's not always to say the stories are nice though, as Immortal Technique's classic 'Dance with the Devil' will confirm, as we dive into the track for our Behind the Mic feature.
Perhaps one of the most visceral stories in hip hop history, Immortal Technique uses the track to tell the story of a heinous rape. Built out of the notions of gang initiation, Technique uses some of his most brutal lyrics to showcase some of the rawest and revolting parts of street culture.
While many have suggested that this is an autobiographical song, that theory has never been confirmed. The song sees a man join a gang at the lowest depths of his life. When faced with a gang initiation that involves attacking and raping a woman, the man concedes and follows through on the abhorrent act.
Technique then switches the pace of the song, which had previously noted a vulnerable if not violent tone, to something far darker as the initiation, is completed and the attacked woman is revealed to be his mother. Naturally, consumed with guilt and grief, the man falls into depression and kills himself. It is perhaps some of hip hop's most brutal lines.
Though Technique is regarded as one of hip hop's most underrated rappers, he delivers perhaps the genre's most potent and powerful songs of all time. Released on his 2001 album Revolutionary Vol. 1 which Technique said only sold 45,000 copies, the song will go on to define the artist's legacy.
'Dance with the Devil' – Immortal Technique lyrics:
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern was making a million
Being the illest hustler that the world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind at the age of 13
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He built a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once, and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities at other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto breed capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
Everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
Fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cutthroats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone 'til they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
This is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming, "Shut the fuck up" and "Stop moving around"
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed to the clouds
So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he'd broken her jaw
Them dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new .22
They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
And if he killed her, he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, 'cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
His corruption had succesfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, 'cause God wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen 'cause the story that I'm telling is true
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact, I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black, color is not restricted
You have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted
And you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever
Oh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh?
Well, it's not, you didn't count on a fallen angel gettin' back
Into the grace of God and comin' after you
Y'all niggas ain't shit, your producers ain't shit
Your fuckin' A & R ain't shit
I'll fuckin' wipe my ass with your demo deal
Yo, Diabolic, take this motherfucker's head off!
Go 'head and grip Glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip-lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top, like bottle caps
Beneath the surface
I'm overheatin' your receiving circuits
By unleashin' deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeats the purpose
Like President Bush takin' bullets for the secret service
Beyond what y'all fathom, I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no compassion, like havin' a straight-faced orgasm
Tour jack 'em, have his half-a-10 bitch suck my friend's dick
In the meantime, you can french kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one-man brigade spreadin' cancer plague
Fist-fuckin' a pussy's face, holdin' a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin', faggot, you're less than nothin'
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction
You motherfuckers are nothin', you cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
Storm the planet, huntin' you down, 'cause I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique'll destroy your religion, you stupid bitch
You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm 'bout to blow up, like NASA Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you, fuck usin' a chrome piece
I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home, like Jerome's niece
I'll sever your head diagonally for thinkin' of dissin' me
And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy brain-washed your psychology
So you're nothin', like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more f****ts than Greek mythology
Usin' numerology to count the people I sent to Heaven
Produces more digits than 22 divided by seven
You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you not a motherfuckin' thug yet
Your mind is empty and spacious
Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racist
Face it, you're too basic, you're never gonna make it
Like children walkin' through Antarctica, butt-naked


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The feeling of helplessness when you can see your friend is in pain and is not sharing it with you is very hard to bear. You feel like jumping off the cliff when you see yourself so powerless. Friendship demands trust and when the friend is not sharing with you it gives you an anti-trust feeling which in turn makes you feel small and unworthy. You try to convince yourself that there must be some reasons for the friend to not share the pain with you. Maybe he doesn't want to make you go through the same agony that he is going through or maybe it's not the right time and when the time is right he would open up his heart and soul to you to read and get all the information that you require. But what about the restlessness, the urge to take-away the pain, to offer the shoulder to cry-on, the willingness to help, the want to stand along with the friend and face the problem together? You feel worthless when you see the person going through the pain all alone and you are nothing more than a spectator. What kind of life is this? And what kind of relationship is this? Is this what friends are for? Are they supposed be there only when you want to laugh and have fun? Someone said long time back "when you laugh, the whole world laughs with you but when you cry, you cry alone". Is this statement applicable in friendship also? No! It can't be. It is for the general world. Friendship is a relationship that is beyond laughter. It's the connection of souls, a kind of an ionic bond, a directly proportional equation; one gets affected with the same intensity and force as the other. This is what should happen, not that the one stays immune to the other person's agony and suffering. Another question is why one wants to manage everything on his own. Why one has to act brave? Why one has to prove that he/she is made of steel when one is not? A human being requires support from other humans and that human is "FRIEND". An individual you can rely on. A person who would never let you down. Another saying states "a friend in need is a friend indeed". I may not be that friend of yours but there must be someone who can help in these circumstances. So please do not waste time. Identify that person. He is there waiting for you to give him the green signal so that he can bring you back to life, take away the sorrows and replace them with smiles and comfort. Get you enough relief and time to get yourself together, bring back the strength, the courage within you to face the world with your head high and taking it on the front. All a person needs is a little support to get started and when the engine starts running nothing can stop it from getting what one wants and that's what I expect from my friends. To take the challenge and subdue it, not necessarily, for success but for their own satisfaction and I know they can do it because they are my friend and I have full faith in my friends that they are born to win
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Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation announce new Open Access policy
In a recent post to its Impatient Optimists Blog, the Gates Foundation states "…we are adopting an Open Access (OA) policy to enable the unrestricted access and reuse of all peer-reviewed published research funded by the foundation, including any underlying data sets. "
The Foundation went into further detail in an email to SPARC (the Scholarly Publishing and Academic Resources Coalition):
"Our new Open Access Policy goes into effect on January 1, 2015 We are really excited to make the research we fund more accessible to our grantees and researchers, policy makers, and to governments around the world. Our new Open Access Policy enables the unrestricted access and reuse of all peer-reviewed, published research, including underlying datasets. We join many other institutions in the Open Access movement, such as the Research Councils UK, the Wellcome Trust, the National Institutes of Health, and the World Health Organization. We believe this policy will help accelerate identifying solutions to the world's most pressing problems."
" As noted, the policy goes into effect on January 1, 2015, but will be fully implemented over a two-year period, at which time all peer-reviewed published research, and underlying data sets resulting from foundation funded research will be immediately available upon publication. The implications are as follows:
For all agreements that are currently signed, there is no change.
For all new agreements, signed after January 1, 2015, the Open Access Policy will apply.
This policy will be implemented over a transition period over a two year period to allow for new standards around immediate access and data repositories to be adopted and developed. We will focus on developing a process that minimizes operational impact.
The Gates Foundation has an asset trust endowment of $42.3 billion. Total 2013 grant payments were $3.6 billion (source: Foundation Facts)
Insider Higher Ed has a lengthy analysis of the announcement.


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Potentiometers are used to control volume and tone. A potentiometer is a three-terminal resistor with a sliding or rotating contact that forms an adjustable voltage divider.Check out our Tech Corder articles on pots, including Potentiometer Types.
Potentiometer - Alpha, Audio, Solid Shaft, DPDT, 7mm Bushing
Push-Pull Solder Lug, 7mm bushing, DPDT, ¼" shaft, audio.


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This chapter describes the administrative tasks you can perform and the tools you can use to deploy, manage, monitor, and configure applications developed for the Oracle Application Development Framework (Oracle ADF). Some of the tools you will be using are the Oracle Enterprise Manager Fusion Middleware Control, Oracle JDeveloper, and WebLogic Scripting Tool (WLST).
This chapter includes the following sections:
The Oracle Application Development Framework (Oracle ADF) builds on Java Platform, Enterprise Edition (Java EE) standards and open-source technologies to provide a complete framework for implementing service-oriented applications. You can use this framework to provide enterprise solutions across different platforms. You can build applications that search, display, create, modify, and validate data for web, web services, desktop, or mobile interfaces.
You use Oracle JDeveloper 11g with Oracle ADF to develop applications with an environment that supports the full development lifecycle of design, test, and deployment. For more information about ADF development, see Oracle Fusion Middleware Fusion Developer's Guide for Oracle Application Development Framework.
After you have developed and tested your ADF application in test environments, you can deploy your application to production environments using the tools described in this book. You can monitor the performance of applications as they are running. You can also manage and configure properties and attributes.
Oracle ADF supports the industry-standard model-view-controller architecture to achieve separation of business logic, navigation, and user interface. The MVC architecture provides:
A model layer that represents the data values
A view layer that contains the UI components
A controller layer that handles input and navigation
A business service layer that encapsulates business logic
The Fusion web application technology stack components are:
ADF Model, for accessing declarative data binding metadata
ADF Business Components, for building business services
ADF Faces rich client, for AJAX-enabled UI components for web applications built with JavaServer Faces (JSF)
ADF Controller, for input processing, navigation, and reusable task flows
ADF Business Components are application objects you can use to implement service-oriented Java EE applications. You implement ADF Business Components for clients to query, insert, update, and delete business data. You can apply business rules to the Business Components to enforce proper usage. The key components of ADF Business Components are the entity object, the view object, and the application module.
An entity object represents a row in a database table. It uses data manipulation language (DML) operations to modify data. Entity objects are used with others to reflect relationships in the database schema.
A view object represents a SQL query. You use the SQL Language to query the database to obtain the results. You can also link a view object with other entity objects to create master-detail hierarchies.
An application module is the transactional component that allows UI components to access data. It presents a data model and methods to perform certain tasks.
ADF Model implements a service abstraction called data control. Data control uses metadata interfaces to abstract business services. This metadata is used to describe data collections, properties, methods, and types. In JDeveloper, data controls appear in the Data Controls panel. When you drag and drop attributes, collections, and methods onto a page, JDeveloper automatically creates the bindings from the page to the associated services.
ADF Controller provides a navigation and state management model that works with JSF. You can create navigational flows called task flows that encapsulate a specific task sequence.
ADF Faces provides over 100 rich components that can be used out of the box to create web applications. ADF Faces components provide built-in AJAX functionality to allow requests to be sent to the server without fully rendering the page. JSF provides server-side control to reduce the dependency on JavaScript. The components support skinning, internationalization, and accessibility options.
ADF Faces has a large set of components, including tables, trees, dialogs, accordions, and a variety of layout components. It also includes ADF Data Visualization components, which are Flash- and SVG-enabled, for displaying graphs, charts, and gauges.
You can perform a variety of administration tasks on ADF applications. You can deploy ADF applications using Enterprise Manager Fusion Middleware Control,
ojdeploy command, Ant, or scripts. For WebLogic Server, you can also use WLST commands or the WebLogic Administration Console. For IBM WebSphere Application Server, you can use wsadmin commands or the IBM WebSphere Administrative Console.
After the ADF application has been deployed, you can configure application properties using Enterprise Manager Fusion Middleware Control. You can also configure some properties using the MBean Browser to change values in the ADF MBeans. For example, you can use Enterprise Manager Fusion Middleware Control to change the URL connection or WebService connection endpoints or seed the production credentials.
When you run the application, you can monitor performance data on the application modules, application module pooling, and task flows.


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In a major victory for Gov. Pat Quinn, a key regional planning committee has approved his controversial proposal for a new $1.3 billion toll road that would serve primarily as a trucking corridor linking interstates in Illinois and Indiana.
The Illiana Corridor got the green light Thursday from the Metropolitan Planning Organization Policy Committee, which by federal law must sign off on major transportation projects.
Quinn hailed the vote as a major victory for economic development and jobs that he said will strengthen the state's economy.
"I applaud the members (of the planning committee) for making the Illiana a priority," Quinn said. "This regional highway will not only serve the largest- and fastest-growing areas in Illinois, it will have a long-term economic impact of more than $4 billion in the region."
Illinois Transportation Secretary Ann Schneider also applauded the outcome but said much work remains over the next year to complete the Illiana's planning and start soliciting bids from private investors who would partner with the state.
"This was just one step in the process, but it was a very big step," Schneider said.
The toll road through Will County would connect Interstate 55 at Wilmington, I-57 near Peotone and I-65 near Lowell, Ind. Supporters said it would create 9,000 short-term jobs and generate thousands more over the next three decades.
In a separate vote, the Policy Committee also gave IDOT the authority to spend more than $80 million for more engineering and land acquisition. IDOT has already spent about $40 million in planning work on the project.
The 19-member committee is made up of county board chairmen and transportation agency representatives from the seven-county area. It approved the project by an 11-to-8 vote.
Voting in favor of the Illiana were the county chairmen or their representatives from Will, DuPage, Kane, Kendall and Lake counties, along with officials from the Illinois Tollway, Metra and Pace.
Opponents included representatives from Cook and McHenry counties, the city of Chicago and the CTA and the Regional Transportation Authority.
Opponents made a last-ditch stand against the project.
Virginia Gates-Hamann, who said her family has farmed the Peotone area for generations, said the Illiana will destroy thousands of acres of farmland and the rural quality of life.
"If IDOT paves over this land, it will have (the) same effect as Chernobyl ... poisoning the land," she said.
The committee vote came after nearly three hours of arguments for and against the toll road.
In addition to committee members, some 38 others addressed the panel, including U.S. Rep. Robin Kelly, state legislators, local officials, farmers, clergy and representatives of various advocacy groups.
The argument that appeared to carry the day was that IDOT should develop the Illiana as a public-private partnership in which private investors would build and operate the toll road.
Supporters emphasized there is little or no state or federal money available for such a project, unlike previous decades when the federal government poured millions into helping build the region's expressways.
The vote was clearly a disappointment for the Chicago Metropolitan Agency for Planning, the organization created by the legislature to oversee land use and transportation planning for Northeastern Illinois.
In a statement, CMAP's Chairman Gerald Bennett said the "process has been difficult for all concerned and political tensions have strained the regional coalition" that was built when the agency was formed in 2005.
In order for the Illiana to go forward, it needed to be included in CMAP's long-range regional plan, which was approved with the consensus of leaders from the seven-county area three years ago. The vote Thursday was to amend the plan, called GO TO 2040, by including the Illiana on its list of projects.
The Illiana could pose a significant financial risk to the financially struggling state, critics said.
CMAP's analysis showed the Illiana would likely need anywhere from $440 million to $1.1 billion in public funding, and that this money would come at the expense of other projects.
Schneider argued that the project needed to go forward as the state's first public-private partnership, but said if suitable investors are not found, the state will not build the Illiana.
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"Duck Dynasty" patriarch Phil Robertson was suspended "indefinitely" from the A&E show following anti-gay remarks he made in an interview with GQ, but a new statement from his family hints that the future of the entire show is now at risk as long as he's gone.
"Phil would never incite or encourage hate," the Robertson family wrote in the statement posted to their Duck Commander website. "We are disappointed that Phil has been placed on hiatus for expressing his faith, which is his constitutionally protected right."
Now the rest of the Robertsons might just be ready to take a voluntary hiatus if the situation stays the same.
"We have had a successful working relationship with A&E but, as a family, we cannot imagine the show going forward without our patriarch at the helm," they said.
The Robertsons are now in talks with A&E to find out just "what that means for the future" of "Duck Dynasty."
The network on Thursday declined to comment about the family's contractual obligations.
Five months ago, the prospect of the Robertsons continuing without the Duck Commander dad wasn't so unlikely. When asked how much longer he planned to be part of "Duck Dynasty," Phil told Parade at the time, "Not long. But I think it'll go on without me."
Now that doesn't seem so certain.
Read the Robertsons' full statement below:
We want to thank all of you for your prayers and support. The family has spent much time in prayer since learning of A&E's decision. We want you to know that first and foremost we are a family rooted in our faith in God and our belief that the Bible is His word. While some of Phil's unfiltered comments to the reporter were coarse, his beliefs are grounded in the teachings of the Bible. Phil is a Godly man who follows what the Bible says are the greatest commandments: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart" and "Love your neighbor as yourself." Phil would never incite or encourage hate. We are disappointed that Phil has been placed on hiatus for expressing his faith, which is his constitutionally protected right. We have had a successful working relationship with A&E but, as a family, we cannot imagine the show going forward without our patriarch at the helm. We are in discussions with A&E to see what that means for the future of Duck Dynasty. Again, thank you for your continued support of our family.
Many fans are are also standing behind Phil Robertson. A petition demanding his return to the popular A&E show has already garnered more than 116,000 signatures. There are also two Facebook pages supporting Robertson, one with 1.3 million likes, and the other with 1.4 million.
Viewers of the hit reality program wouldn't be the only ones to be disappointed if the show were to end. According to the Louisiana Entertainment office, which oversees film and television production in the state, "Duck Dynasty" was expected to generate more than $19 million for its first three seasons of production, executive producer Christopher Stelly said.
"There's no question the show's success has also provided indirect benefits to the state and local areas through increased travel and tourism in the area," he added.


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Via The Daily Mail:
The world stopped getting warmer almost 16 years ago, according to new data released last week.
The figures, which have triggered debate among climate scientists, reveal that from the beginning of 1997 until August 2012, there was no discernible rise in aggregate global temperatures.
This means that the 'plateau' or 'pause' in global warming has now lasted for about the same time as the previous period when temperatures rose, 1980 to 1996. Before that, temperatures had been stable or declining for about 40 years.
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2020 Men's Fall Softball Season - Sunday Afternoons - 1pm to 3pm Starts - Nassau County Softball · Male Weekends
USSSA: 3' from release, 10' max from the ground
- Team Fees
- Regular $999.00 per team + $150.00 Forfeit Bond, if nec
- Free Agent Fees
- Free
Welcome to the 2020 ABA Fall Men's Sunday Afternoon Softball Season!
Opening Day for this program is Sunday, September 13th, 2020.
There will be 14 Regular Season Games (7 Double-Headers) followed by Playoffs (Top 4 Teams).
If you have any questions, or would prefer to register by phone, please call the League Office at 516-870-0040. You can also refer to our 'FAQ' Page for more information.
Eastern & Western Nassau County
During registration, you'll be able to choose the territory that works best for you and your team. We have fields in both Eastern & Western Nassau County.
Dri-Fit Championship Shirts for all your Players
4-Foot Team Trophy or plaque
Your Team's Photo on the ABASports.com & Facebook.com/ABASports Page
Softballs, Scorebook, Rules
Captains: You don't have to go anywhere, we'll ship you a box of softballs, scorebook and rules directly to your doorstep! Just make sure your address on file is correct and you'll receive your shipment approximately one week before Opening Day!
The 2020 ABA Softball Rulebook can be found by clicking here.
Forfeit Bond
There is a one-time forfeit bond fee of $150 that is transferable fro season-to-season. If your team forfeits, you must replenish the amount taken from your bond that is used to pay the umpire(s) assigned to your forfeited game. If you already have a bond from a previous season on file, just let us know and we'll take it off your registration fee.
If you decide to register for multiple teams, you do not have to cover more than one bond. Please contact us and we'll waive it from your additional registrations.
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