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What’s the best way to load into your back leg. When I threw 95, I tried to get as deep as possible and load into my back leg as much as I could. The way I got to 98 was by speeding up the drop and getting into my back leg as quickly as possible. As I’m training to throw a hundred miles an hour, I’m starting to think about it differently. Instead of dropping into my back leg and getting as deep as possible, I like to feel more of an impulse. I’m putting force into the ground and the ground pushes back and gives me a burst of energy toward the plate. Studies have shown that the guys with the best impulse from their back leg throw the hardest. That means putting the most force into the ground for the longest amount of time. When you see this, you get guys like Shane McLanahan, Misiorowski, and Strider who look like they’re almost jumping down the mound. They’re really just putting so much force into the ground that it propels them forward. The key for me is I don’t want to put force into the ground by tensing up. I don’t want it to feel like a single leg squat. It should feel more like a max effort jump. The quicker I go down, the higher I’m able to jump. That lets me take better advantage of the stretch shortening cycle and improve my impulse.

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The Oklahoma State University Alumni Association inducted Frank Eaton into the OSU Hall of Fame on Friday, February 7, 2025. Frank Eaton was born in Hartford, Connecticut, on October 26, 1860. Eaton was a cowboy, scout, trail rider and a Deputy U.S. Marshall. He learned to shoot a gun at age 8 and won the nickname “Pistol Pete” at age 15 when he outshot the U.S. Cavalry’s best marksmen at Fort Gibson in the Indian Territory. While leading the 1923 Armistice Day Parade in Stillwater, a group of students from Oklahoma A&M College asked him for permission to use his likeness as the college emblem. For more than 30 years, Eaton walked the sidelines at OSU athletic events and other school gatherings demonstrating his quick draw skills, posing for photos, and keeping the crowds cheering. Eaton was also an author, writing two books about his life. “Pistol Pete: Veteran of the Old West” was published in 1952, and “Campfire Stories: Remembrances of a Cowboy Legend” was published posthumously in the early 1990s. In 1950, he began writing a weekly column for the Perkins Journal initially titled “Truthful Pete Says,” which later changed to “Pistol Pete Says.” The mythology around Pistol Pete continued throughout his life. Even in his later years, he could still toss a coin into the air, draw his pistol and shoot it before it hit the ground. Eaton died at his home in Perkins, Oklahoma at age 97 on April 18, 1958. At the time of his death, he earned his living as a blacksmith and deputy sheriff. In 1997, the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum honored Eaton with their director’s award for his contributions to the memory of the old west. In 2022, he was inducted into their Hall of Great Westerners. OSU celebrated “The Year of the Cowboy” in 2023 marking the 100th anniversary of Eaton being selected to represent the university. He lived a long life and left behind a remarkable story of resilience and courage. Generations of OSU alumni and sports fans have a special place in their hearts for “Pistol Pete.” Induction into the OSU Hall of Fame is the highest honor bestowed by Oklahoma State University. It recognizes alumni and former students with outstanding lifetime achievements in society and professional life. Learn more at

The Oklahoma State University Alumni Association inducted Frank Eaton into the OSU Hall of Fame on Friday, February 7, 2025. Frank Eaton was born in Hartford, Connecticut, on October 26, 1860. Eaton was a cowboy, scout, trail rider and a Deputy U.S. Marshall. He learned to shoot a gun at age 8 and won the nickname “Pistol Pete” at age 15 when he outshot the U.S. Cavalry’s best marksmen at Fort Gibson in the Indian Territory. While leading the 1923 Armistice Day Parade in Stillwater, a group of students from Oklahoma A&M College asked him for permission to use his likeness as the college emblem. For more than 30 years, Eaton walked the sidelines at OSU athletic events and other school gatherings demonstrating his quick draw skills, posing for photos, and keeping the crowds cheering. Eaton was also an author, writing two books about his life. “Pistol Pete: Veteran of the Old West” was published in 1952, and “Campfire Stories: Remembrances of a Cowboy Legend” was published posthumously in the early 1990s. In 1950, he began writing a weekly column for the Perkins Journal initially titled “Truthful Pete Says,” which later changed to “Pistol Pete Says.” The mythology around Pistol Pete continued throughout his life. Even in his later years, he could still toss a coin into the air, draw his pistol and shoot it before it hit the ground. Eaton died at his home in Perkins, Oklahoma at age 97 on April 18, 1958. At the time of his death, he earned his living as a blacksmith and deputy sheriff. In 1997, the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum honored Eaton with their director’s award for his contributions to the memory of the old west. In 2022, he was inducted into their Hall of Great Westerners. OSU celebrated “The Year of the Cowboy” in 2023 marking the 100th anniversary of Eaton being selected to represent the university. He lived a long life and left behind a remarkable story of resilience and courage. Generations of OSU alumni and sports fans have a special place in their hearts for “Pistol Pete.” Induction into the OSU Hall of Fame is the highest honor bestowed by Oklahoma State University. It recognizes alumni and former students with outstanding lifetime achievements in society and professional life. Learn more at

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11,673 просмотров • 1 год назад

BREAKING: The first American casualty of the developing conflict between the United States and the Islamic Republic of Iran has been identified as Rear Admiral Lower Half Pericles Abbasi. RDML Abbasai, better known to his comrades by his callsign, “Bussy”, was killed in action today on a bombing run while personally delivering a load deep into the backside of an Iranian mountain containing nuclear materials. Bussy was riding the backseat in a tandem USN F/A 18F Super Hornet when an Iranian heat-seeking surface-to-air missile went up his tailpipe and exploded. His copilot, Commander Walter Adamczyk, known as “Cock” in a long tradition of Top Gun inspired avian callsigns, successfully ejected from their aircraft and was rescued by American personnel, but Bussy was unable to pull out in time, as he was wont to do, and splattered into the mountain’s backside. President Donald Trump has released a statement thanking RDML Abbasi for his valiant sacrifice, fondly remembering him as a “patriot” and “gallant alpha male.” As RDML Abbasi was a heterosexual, he was married. We ask for your prayers and that you keep his grieving widow Lauren, who is a woman, in your heart. RDML Pericles Camberis Abbasi 10 August 1984 to 23 June 2025 Fly Higher Sky Cowboy RIP Bussy 🇺🇸 🫡 Pericles

BREAKING: The first American casualty of the developing conflict between the United States and the Islamic Republic of Iran has been identified as Rear Admiral Lower Half Pericles Abbasi. RDML Abbasai, better known to his comrades by his callsign, “Bussy”, was killed in action today on a bombing run while personally delivering a load deep into the backside of an Iranian mountain containing nuclear materials. Bussy was riding the backseat in a tandem USN F/A 18F Super Hornet when an Iranian heat-seeking surface-to-air missile went up his tailpipe and exploded. His copilot, Commander Walter Adamczyk, known as “Cock” in a long tradition of Top Gun inspired avian callsigns, successfully ejected from their aircraft and was rescued by American personnel, but Bussy was unable to pull out in time, as he was wont to do, and splattered into the mountain’s backside. President Donald Trump has released a statement thanking RDML Abbasi for his valiant sacrifice, fondly remembering him as a “patriot” and “gallant alpha male.” As RDML Abbasi was a heterosexual, he was married. We ask for your prayers and that you keep his grieving widow Lauren, who is a woman, in your heart. RDML Pericles Camberis Abbasi 10 August 1984 to 23 June 2025 Fly Higher Sky Cowboy RIP Bussy 🇺🇸 🫡 Pericles

Officer Frenly (High IQ)

92,650 просмотров • 1 год назад

Finally stepping out for some sun ☀️ after three days cooped up inside. It's still chilly, but the fresh air feels good right now. We've got one more night of hard freeze ahead, then we're in the clear. I have to admit, I deal with S.A.D.—Seasonal Affective Disorder. I've struggled with depression and anxiety for most of my life, and I was on an SSRI and Xanax for 13 years. Those meds turned me into a zombie. Honestly, they've left me with dissociative disorder, compounded by the trauma from the past 15 years. My memory's spotty at best, so I rewatch my old videos every day. It's surreal—sometimes I see myself and think, "Damn, Dee's a bad bitch," but I don't recognize that version of me anymore. It's like being a character actress for so long that you lose yourself behind the mask, trapped in this dissociated persona you built. When I finally woke up to it, I realized finding the real me mattered way more than chasing visibility. Follow my IG @myselflovecircle for more transformational self love coaching content & JOIN my for all my coaching content. Interested in 1-1 Virtual Coaching check out my Deep Dive program on

Finally stepping out for some sun ☀️ after three days cooped up inside. It's still chilly, but the fresh air feels good right now. We've got one more night of hard freeze ahead, then we're in the clear. I have to admit, I deal with S.A.D.—Seasonal Affective Disorder. I've struggled with depression and anxiety for most of my life, and I was on an SSRI and Xanax for 13 years. Those meds turned me into a zombie. Honestly, they've left me with dissociative disorder, compounded by the trauma from the past 15 years. My memory's spotty at best, so I rewatch my old videos every day. It's surreal—sometimes I see myself and think, "Damn, Dee's a bad bitch," but I don't recognize that version of me anymore. It's like being a character actress for so long that you lose yourself behind the mask, trapped in this dissociated persona you built. When I finally woke up to it, I realized finding the real me mattered way more than chasing visibility. Follow my IG @myselflovecircle for more transformational self love coaching content & JOIN my for all my coaching content. Interested in 1-1 Virtual Coaching check out my Deep Dive program on

Cylla Kavanaugh

34,484 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

TRANSFER: Duke OF AJ Gracia has jumped into the portal. A few hours late on this, but some context I think is necessary... Gracia has the ability to win the Golden Spikes in 2026. He's my No. 4 ranked colleg prospect in the 2026 Draft. But a few changes must be made. Put simply, he's got to be willing to ambush the baseball. He's consistently run extremely low swing rates and that passivity gets him into too many pitchers' counts. His bat-to-ball skills are bordering on elite regardless of zone or pitch type. He rarely gives away an at-bat. But if Gracia is to transform into that 25-homer/.370 hitter I think a lot of people think he can be, he needs to control the plate appearance. More 'A-Swings' in ambush counts. Drive the boat, don't get towed. Enormous fan of this kid's raw tools. Terrific frame and a gorgeous swing. Whoever lands him could be getting a true difference maker who can take over a series by himself.

TRANSFER: Duke OF AJ Gracia has jumped into the portal. A few hours late on this, but some context I think is necessary... Gracia has the ability to win the Golden Spikes in 2026. He's my No. 4 ranked colleg prospect in the 2026 Draft. But a few changes must be made. Put simply, he's got to be willing to ambush the baseball. He's consistently run extremely low swing rates and that passivity gets him into too many pitchers' counts. His bat-to-ball skills are bordering on elite regardless of zone or pitch type. He rarely gives away an at-bat. But if Gracia is to transform into that 25-homer/.370 hitter I think a lot of people think he can be, he needs to control the plate appearance. More 'A-Swings' in ambush counts. Drive the boat, don't get towed. Enormous fan of this kid's raw tools. Terrific frame and a gorgeous swing. Whoever lands him could be getting a true difference maker who can take over a series by himself.

Joe Doyle

172,928 просмотров • 1 год назад

Saw a post calling for Boycott of Meghana Foods chain as its run by somebody they dont like. I cant speak for others but Meghana foods and their Veg & Panner Biryani’s are my all time favourites. My Zomato has atleast 70% orders from Meghana Foods. Even while dining, its the favourite one to go and Jayanagar Branch has great vibes too. Lesser known fact: Owner Mr Ali studied in Venkateshwara University Tirupati, he was a student leader who was getting deployed at the temple to manage the crowd. He was saying he had the privilege to get Venkateshwara’s Darshana for 2 hours when VVIPs also dont get the glimpse for a minute. Thats how blessed he is and thats showing up in his success as businessman. All the best sir. Your forever loyal customer❤️ Video courtesy: Radio City

Saw a post calling for Boycott of Meghana Foods chain as its run by somebody they dont like. I cant speak for others but Meghana foods and their Veg & Panner Biryani’s are my all time favourites. My Zomato has atleast 70% orders from Meghana Foods. Even while dining, its the favourite one to go and Jayanagar Branch has great vibes too. Lesser known fact: Owner Mr Ali studied in Venkateshwara University Tirupati, he was a student leader who was getting deployed at the temple to manage the crowd. He was saying he had the privilege to get Venkateshwara’s Darshana for 2 hours when VVIPs also dont get the glimpse for a minute. Thats how blessed he is and thats showing up in his success as businessman. All the best sir. Your forever loyal customer❤️ Video courtesy: Radio City

Amarnath Shivashankar

70,388 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

Joan Beringer is raw, he’s toolsy, and he might just be the most intriguing defensive prospect in the 2025 NBA Draft class. At 7’0” in shoes with a stupid 7’4.5” wingspan, Beringer swallows up space like a vacuum—fluid, long, and annoying to deal with on the perimeter. The scheme versatility is the sell—he can play up in a hedge, switch, or play in a drop. He likes to force ball-handlers into tough spots, getting in their shirt and shading them to a side, and his lateral movement is shockingly smooth for a guy this size (though his feet can get a little happy at times). Has real recovery tools, even when a defender gets a step on him. The offense is a little more basic right now. He’s strictly a rim-runner, screen-setting lob target, and garbage man—don’t ask him to stretch the floor and expect some pretty silly turnovers. BUT—and this is a massive but—he’s only been playing basketball for three years. The fact that he’s already this impactful defensively while being this raw is pretty exciting. The upside is undeniable, and it’s hard for me seeing him escape the lotto on draft night.

Joan Beringer is raw, he’s toolsy, and he might just be the most intriguing defensive prospect in the 2025 NBA Draft class. At 7’0” in shoes with a stupid 7’4.5” wingspan, Beringer swallows up space like a vacuum—fluid, long, and annoying to deal with on the perimeter. The scheme versatility is the sell—he can play up in a hedge, switch, or play in a drop. He likes to force ball-handlers into tough spots, getting in their shirt and shading them to a side, and his lateral movement is shockingly smooth for a guy this size (though his feet can get a little happy at times). Has real recovery tools, even when a defender gets a step on him. The offense is a little more basic right now. He’s strictly a rim-runner, screen-setting lob target, and garbage man—don’t ask him to stretch the floor and expect some pretty silly turnovers. BUT—and this is a massive but—he’s only been playing basketball for three years. The fact that he’s already this impactful defensively while being this raw is pretty exciting. The upside is undeniable, and it’s hard for me seeing him escape the lotto on draft night.

NBA Draft Dude 🤙

74,271 просмотров • 1 год назад

ＢＬＡＺＥＯＦＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”

ＢＬＡＺＥＯＦＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”

No Limits Wrestling 🔞 brutal gay fetish fiction

11,051 просмотров • 1 год назад