Coach Pinckard

@GeorgeSchroeder rpinckard27@icloud.com

@RitchiePinckard I found it buried in the ADG archives and created a Word file (not the way it was presented in the newspaper; just the words); what's your email address?

A brief thread about my friend @CoachGusMalzahn as he’s announced his retirement after a tremendous coaching career: 1/

@GeorgeSchroeder I wish I still had that article from 94. I lost it over the years.

@RitchiePinckard Thank you! That is very kind.

@GeorgeSchroeder Awesome as usual George!! Well said!!

Ah, one more for fun: How far was coaching at Hughes, a tiny community in the Arkansas Delta, from big-time college football? Kristi once traded their used car ('88 Toyota with a couple hundred thousand miles) for a fax machine–“& it wasn’t a new fax machine,” she says. 9/end

@HogFanPage Alvin Robertson

He will soon be 1 of 1. Top 10 if not top 3 pick, and a super star in the NBA I said it the other day; Arkansas has never had a player like Darius Acuff Jr. My top 10… tell me how wrong i am 1. Acuff 2. Big Nasty 3. Moncrief 4. Day 5. Joe Johnson 6. Mayberry 7. Brewer 8. Portis 9. Moody 10. Kleine (Gafford, Anthony Black, Walker, Weems, Miller were also all elite players and honorable mentions)

@HotWingKilla Coward

What if I told you this wasn’t Davila’s worse play of the night? Buddy is slaw AF 😒

@travisakers About as well said as you can say it!! No matter what perspective you gather from!! Well done!!!

A message from a Kindergarten teacher: After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old: “My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.” No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.” My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me. When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic. But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe. My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown. And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice. They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer. The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.” As if kindness were a weakness. Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure — a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.” a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.” a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.” Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up. But this last year broke something in me. The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival. I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times. So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998: “Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.” I sat on the floor and cried. No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications. I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced. I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers. So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try. Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

@SkyVirginSon Amen

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I’ve got pictures if they are needed

She needs to learn the “track back” position

@woopigkayla Hell yes!!

Yall the spam calls are ridiculous! Does anyone else’s phone look like this 😭

An out punt of coverage!! Lol happy anniversary you two

Have great one you guys!!

No coach plays the game!!! People are idiots!!! I wonder how anyone can have pride and want to play for some of this fanbase!! Been a hardcore fan for 50 years!! Longer than most or all of the idiots have been wasting good oxygen!!

Amen

Today is as proud as a parent can get I think!! My oldest son graduates from the U of A Summa Cum Laude. The highest honor a graduate can receive. What a great example of determination and grind! You leave me speechless bud!!

Exactly!!!!!!!

4x4 heads back to Austin as regional champs!!! Great group of young ladies!!!!

Congratulations to Jabrahlyn Jones!! Third place in the Region 3 shot put!! PR of 50-1/4. Great career, great kid!!!

Congratulations to Gavin Pollard!! 2A Region 3 discus champ!! 152-3. Headed to Austin to finish out a stellar career as a Bulldog!!

@Natstrange73 Love it!!! I too am tired of fake ass fans whose ignorance is so big there first reaction to anything is fire the coaches!! The players suck!! Do us all a favor… shut the hell up!!