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this is a discussion within the Saints Community Forum; Text messages at 4 a.m. are usually either really good or really bad news. For New Orleans Saints rookie wide receiver Tommylee Lewis, those 4 a.m. alerts are tips from former NFL coach Bill Parcells. Parcells saw Lewis play at ...
For New Orleans Saints rookie wide receiver Tommylee Lewis, those 4 a.m. alerts are tips from former NFL coach Bill Parcells.
Parcells saw Lewis play at William T. Dwyer High in Palm Beach Gardens, Fla., and Lewis said he and the legendary coach have stayed in contact over the years.
"We text back and forth, here and there," Lewis said. "He likes to text early in the morning, like 4 in the morning."
Parcells, who is friends with Lewis' high school coach, also vouched for another Dwyer High player, Jacoby Brissett, the former North Carolina State quarterback selected by the New England Patriots in the third round this year.
And when Lewis was going through the draft process as an under-the-radar prospect from Northern Illinois, Parcells reached out to Sean Payton, his former pupil, to recommend the 5-foot-7 receiver to the Saints — albeit with a warning that Lewis wouldn't be tall.
"This was his guy," Payton said. "So, I don't know that we had great exposure with the tape, but we signed him right after the draft. And, shoot, I'm glad we did."
Response to NFL.com "Unpopular Opinions: Drew Brees is most underrated player ever" Last Blog: 10-08-2018 By: jeanpierre
does he have the heart and desire to make the most of his God given talents? hardest thing to measure and the saints seem to do a good job at chasing down these type of players.
David Patton? That is a huge statement. Patton may not have had all the glory but when Brady needed those key yards at any time in a game, Patton was his man. Mr Reliable
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Finally, a book that really does deserve to go into a time capsule, carefully placed in a steel cylinder and buried deep into the earth to await eager historians from future generations or from outer space. Before this, Bhaskar wrote two books which mysteriously turned out to be both modestly-successful as well as best-selling. Somehow, he remained unknown to billions. Now he has written a silly autobiography but structured it meticulously. Bhaskar, the son of an LIC ‘odditor’ and himself a fully-qualified chartered accountant, opens with a chapter called 1963, by a fascinating coincidence, the very year in which he was born! The next chapter is 1964, then 1965, then 1966, and all the way up to 2015. Through the life experiences of the unknown Bhaskar, the eager historian of the future will learn how people lived between 1963 and 2015, especially those who lived in Madras, Udupi, Delhi, Bombay, Coimbatore and, erm, Dubai. They will also obtain some mildly useful information about movies, cricket, politics and entertainment. From an anthropological perspective, Bhaskar gives an insight into transitions in his world. To begin with, people would hang onto their toothbrushes, discarding them only after the bristles began to resemble a strip of savannah grassland that had been viciously trampled upon by a herd of stampeding elephants. They would stealthily pocket cutlery from aeroplanes. Then, as the socio-economic environment advanced, they began buying whole sets of crockery which sadly did not last as long as the stolen cutlery. They developed quaint professional rites of passage called ‘mini-offsites’ at which overpaid bank officials engaged with ‘escorts’ and later, exposed on Facebook, bought expensive presents to placate their enraged spouses.
At a personal level, Bhaskar reveals himself as one who, to the great merriment of his friends and classmates, faints. He faints quite often! Let us hope he is not going to faint when he reads this review. Or, perhaps the friends could get together and sell tickets in anticipation.
While this book could emerge winner in a time-capsule competition, it could also gain esteem as entertainment to the present-day reader. I was laughing very loudly, and my husband, lying in bed next to me and waiting for his turn, became increasingly agitated, muttering to himself, “Who is this Bhaskar! Wait till I get my hands on him,” etc.
To be honest, I started cackling away right from the dedication which is really very funny. Towards the end of the book, there is an explanation which I was glad to read, because without it the dedication would have remained a mystery to the future historian unless Bhaskar’s publishers had contrived to also squeeze a few c1980s telephone directories into the capsule to provide context. It occurred to me that the enterprising publishers might also want to introduce footnotes for the puzzled historians wondering why the trend of women taking to the study of economics in droves should be called The ‘Rajan’ Effect. And how come, when the family driver in Udupi was Bhavani Shankar, in Delhi too the family had a driver with the same name! And the ‘household help’ in Chennai was also called Bhavani! Could this be coincidence? Or was Bhavani a generic of Bhaskar’s time? So – footnotes, please, dear publishers.
There are also long passages where the humour lags and verses which strike a wrong note. So, to end, a minor stricture for the author from an almost-fan of somewhat similar vintage and demography:
This review was written for Hindustan Times and appeared on Saturday 18 February 2017. It can be viewed online here.
black-and-white fountain celebrates the happy proliferation of the printed word. By the nature of being black and white, it represents the calm, the matter-of-fact, and the unpretentious obvious. Primary book classifications are 'buy', 'borrow', and 'bin'. This blog is written by Saaz Aggarwal, a writer and painter who lives in Pune, and here she writes about the books she is reading. Most of these are books by South Asian writers, or based in the region, and many are newly released.
black-and-white fountain by Saaz Aggarwal is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.
Oxford University Press, Pakistan, published the book as Sindh: Stories from a Lost Homeland and launched it at the Karachi literature festival in February 2013.
This paper is named for a verse by the Sindhi poet Prabhu Wafa: "Wherever you find your people, call it home. Wherever you find Sindhis, call it your Sindh."
This book comprises short spurts of thought: the worldview of a Madam who lives in Pune, India - the Oxford of the East, the Home of the Shrewsbury Biscuit, and the road-accident fatality-and-brain-damage capital of the world.
He became head of his family and business when he was only fifteen. Orphaned at nineteen, rendered homeless by Partition at twenty-one, Satpal Malhotra arrived in Pune in November 1947. Click this image for a complimentary pdf download of the dramatic and searingly honest autobiography of the founder of the Indian food products company Weikfield.
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