User:Oprice
oprice is an American user, and the manager of series II.3 team Wake Mourners. He is one of the alleged US Marshalls although nothing was ever proven in a court of law.
Recently, daklute expressed fears about oprice's waning activity on Hattrick, and decided that a eulogy should be written before he actually left for reals. Theories of his latest inactivity have included:
- long-term recovery from augmentation surgery
- fear of jcorbs
- joining the red shirts in occupying central Bangkok
- other far more sinister schemes.
Here are some of the words from his Werewölf Federation buddies:
I remember he used to be in the Major League. That was awesome. And, remember, um, when like he was doing a youtube video and stopped to jump rope and pet his dog, that was awesome. And I guess he plays tennis and basketball and stuff. That's awesome.
oprice is just one of those guys that gets the best out of everyone. He's a guy who's willing to share his past personal histories in the interests of fostering a feeling of community, even to the point of sharing mildly-disturbing urination-based school stories. He is an admirer of the finer things in life, including but not limited to mountain/tornado hybrid art and collectible bears named after fellow HT luminaries.
Oprice will always be the interim Ireland U20 manager in my heart.
I remember playing poker with oprice, Raj Manderchuck, Dale Hunter, Willian Akins and Dick Cheney last summer. Dick accused Raj of cheating and before you know it, the place looked like a scene from a Tarantino movie with everyone pointing guns at each other and swearing at the tops pf their lungs. Pure panic. Except oprice. He very coolly laid his hand on the table face down and started to unbutton his shirt. He didn't even make it half way down; The sheer magnificence of his pecs was enough to quell any imminent mayhem. I think Dale even peed himself a little bit. I'll never forget that day.
oprice once punched a hole in a cow just to see who was coming up the road.
The image of Oprice appeared to Maria Gambrelli on a piece of flat bread in 1589. Now the small Tuscan town of Ansedonia is the destination of over one hundred thousand pilgrims every year.
I saw an image of oprice in an oil stain on a bridge underpass on the Jersey Turnpike today. Word has it that the turnpike authority is about to raise toll rates to create a fund to maintain the stain for all to revere.
