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http://www.realtor.com/news/celebrity-real-estate/tim-couch-selling-kentucky-mansion/

This place is pretty darn nice..

It has been on the Market since mid July

I wish I could have been a failure in the NFL. That house is awesome, good for him.

He has money. His wife has money, and he still has a nice job.

Okay. Why are you telling me this?

does this mean he's buying a house in Strongsville to come and be our QB because Johnny's a failure?

Joking aside, he's still younger than McCown I believe

Even nicer is that it is on 10+ acres.
Too bad it is in Kentucky.

Great house. BTW, does his house come with his wife, former Playboy playmate Heather Kozar? Now that would be a sweet deal!

I bet if you offered him enough. Everybody has a price!

Heather Kozar?

I did not know that.

And all this time I thought a Kentucky Mansion was a Double Wide Trailer!

With columns.

Obviously you know nothing about Kentucky.

No sense of humor I see.

Well many times on this board I actually thought you were joking when you were totally serious. With you, it can be confusing at times.

ok.

...and lawn jockeys.

With white painted hands and faces.

It always amazed me when people with lawn jockeys were told they were offensive, their solution was to paint their hands and faces white.
Yea, Yea, that's got it!

...and what Kentucky mansion is complete without one of these?

..........and he still sucked as a qb.

Back in HS, I ran with a totally funked-out crew: Musos, chemgeeks, debate team 1st stringers, brainacs... total nerdkrew. Most of us had known each other since grade school, so we were all super-tight.

Hanging at Mark's house, we decided to go out exploring after dark. We headed up Leland Av, and passed a neighbor's house with one of those infernal things proudly displayed in the front yard. "I hate them li'l mf'rs, maaan..." and the Krew understood. Turns out, the neighbor was basically a douchenozzle that no one liked anyway.

Couple hours later, we're back at Mark's house. Laffs all around, but then the image of that little statue came back- and I got instantly steamed all over again. We started cracking bitter jokes about objects like these, and somehow ended up with a mission... and a plan.

Mark's mom kept years' worth of old, threadbare bed linens in a utility closet, to be torn up and used for cleaning cloths, dustrags, etc. Out came the stack, along with scissors and an office stapler. A few snips, a few staples- and The Ninja Nerds went on their first mission. When dawn broke over Leland Av, there was Douchnozzle's lawn statue, proudly sporting a miniature custom-made KKK outfit. Holes in the hood and everything.

Next weekend, we all convene at Mark's house (his house was the Saturday hang). "Hey... check this out!" We all followed him out of his house and up the street. Came to DN's address... and it's gone. Everything but the base. Now, there's a half whiskey barrel filled with flowers on the site. We ran back to Mark's and howled with laughter.

Then Kevin says: "Man, you know- there are a million of these things all over town. I see'em everywhere..."

That Summer, no fewer than 10-12 lawn jockey statues got that treatment all over town.

Two got painted white.
One remained, unchanged.
The other 9 were gone. For good.

Teenagers out having fun after dark on a weekend. No drugs. No alcohol. No spray paint, bricks, destroyed property or violence. Just a little band of 'clandestine social warriors' changing the landscape of their city, one racist artifact at a time.

Wow. What a trip. I haven't thought about that Summer in years.

Oh, man... that is choice.

+1

That is a nice memory Clem, funny how sometimes the little guy can make the biggest difference in his corner of Ma Earth.

In a Simple Lawn Ornament, Echoes of Slavery, Revolution


In a 1984 National Geographic cover story on the underground railroad, Blockson told how the wife of U.S. District Judge Benjamin Piatt had tied a flag to a lawn jockey as a signal to fleeing slaves that it was safe to stop there.

Blockson also came across the Revolutionary War legend of Jocko. The story goes that a 9-year-old New Jersey farm boy named Jocko sneaked out of his house to find his father, a freed slave who had enlisted with George Washington's army.

The boy wound up in an encampment on Christmas Eve, before Washington's crossing of the Delaware. Waiting for his father's return, the boy volunteered to care for the general's horse during a blizzard. The next morning, Washington discovered that the boy had frozen to death, his hands still clinging to the horse's reins.

Earl Koger Sr., an African American publisher and insurance executive from Baltimore, recorded the tale in a 1976 illustrated children's book, "Jocko: A Legend of the American Revolution."

Koger's book notes that Washington was so moved by the boy's sacrifice that he ordered a likeness of Jocko placed on his lawn.

Whatever its origin, the lawn jockey became a symbol of obedient devotion -- and nowhere more welcome than among slaveholders. After the Civil War, however, the figure acquired surprising new associations, Adams said.

By the end of the 19th century, blacks dominated the "sport of kings," with black jockeys having won 15 of the Kentucky Derby's first 28 runnings, and the lawn jockey had become a totemic figure. Keeping one around might have been no more unusual than having a Michael Jordan bobblehead today.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/16/AR2006091600851.html

Man, that's Dawgtalkers for ya: a thread about an ex-football player's real estate has led all the way to George Washington.

Damn. What a journey.




Sorry for the thread hijack, guys.

Nice house, but I won't give him a dime over $3.8 million..

[quote=Clemdawg]Man, that's Dawgtalkers for ya: a thread about an ex-football player's real estate has led all the way to George Washington.

Damn. What a journey.
/quote]

lol par for the course

Just for old times sake Vers

“Tim Couch. Hell of a player,” former Browns offensive coordinator, and current Arizona Cardinals head coach Bruce Arians said, via Fox Sports Ohio’s Rick Grayshock. “Tim was no bust. It kills me when people call him a bust. His arm was just so torn up he couldn’t play anymore. He would have been a real good one.”

And there within, lies the problem.

At 6’4″, 222 pounds, the SEC Player of the Year in 1998 was everything the Browns could’ve asked for in a quarterback. Before succumbing to unfortunate injuries in the NFL, Couch possessed the size, stature, and arm strength to handle the swirling winds of Lake Erie.

Unfortunately for Couch, he was not only drafted by an expansion team starting from scratch, he was also forced to start 15 of the 16 games of his rookie season.

Playing alongside other rookies, and veterans who were deemed expendable by their previous teams – hence, their selection in that year’s Expansion Draft – Couch went 2-12 as a starter in 1999. With an offensive line put together on the fly, Couch was sacked 56 times, a franchise single-season record.

I will take Bruce Airans word over yours or anybody elses on this board

http://www.todayspigskin.com/afc-today/a...m-couch-legacy/

You remember Bruce don't ya the man who has coached Peyton Manning Big Ben, Andrew Luck, and Carson Palmer, as well as Tim Couch

Yeah, I remember Bruce. Surprised you don't remember me praising him while he was here while the rest of you were trying to run him out of town.

I respect Bruce's opinion and I remember when he said that. However, I will take the REST of the NFL's opinion on Couch over just one guy trying to be nice when asked a direct question. Not one team in the NFL was willing to trade for Timid BEFORE there was any hint of arm problems. He was released. Not traded.

If Tim Couch had a real line…

He is the only QB to get us to the playoffs. We scored more points in the last 60 seconds than any team in the NFL that year.

With Tim at QB.

You Holcomb humper

He was broken, physically and psychologically...

And it hasn't been sacked?

No. It had three prospective buyers, but his real estate agent messed up the paperwork the first time. The weather was bad and a tree fell on the house the second time and the third time, the neighbors complained and said they wanted Holcomb to move in instead.