Terry Deitz
Born (1959-10-10) October 10, 1959 (age 52)
Simsbury, Connecticut

Terry Deitz (born October 10, 1959) is a pilot, television host, and former contestant on the American reality television show Survivor: Panama.

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Biography [link]

Deitz was born and raised in Matawan, New Jersey. He was a student at St. John Vianney High School and attended the United States Naval Academy where he graduated from in 1982.[1] He attended pilot school in Pensacola in 1984. He served on the USS Carl Vinson with VF-51 flying the F-14 Tomcat and then served at the west coast Replacement Air Group as an instructor. Deitz left active service in 1992, and continued flying in the Navy Reserves with VR-52,on Logistics missions around the world. He retired in 2001 with the rank of Commander and is currently a pilot with American Airlines.

Deitz married his wife Trish in 1991. The couple have two children, Kayla and Daniel, and reside in Simsbury, Connecticut.

Deitz has been an athlete throughout his life and competed in baseball, basketball, football, swimming, and wrestling. He earned 11 varsity awards in high school and was named to the All State Baseball 1st Team. He was the quarterback of his high school team and led them to their first undefeated regular season and first state playoffs. In college, he played four years of Varsity Division I baseball.

Survivor: Panama [link]

Deitz competed on Survivor: Panama in 2006. He was noted for dominating the challenges, with an unbroken string winning five immunity challenges. He was also the first contestant to find a hidden immunity idol at Exile Island. However, because of his prowess in the immunity challenges, he never had to play it. Deitz finished in third place, behind Aras Baskauskas (winner) and Danielle DiLorenzo (runner-up).

After Survivor [link]

With the new found "Survivor notoriety", Deitz has been called upon to appear, speak and provide motivation to many groups and Charity Organizations to include, Cystic Fibrosis, Aids, Juvenile Diabetes, ARC, FAVARH, Breast Cancer, and many others.[citation needed]

On November 1, 2006, Deitz hosted The History Channel's Modern Marvels show on the final flight of the F-14 Tomcat.

In December 2007, Deitz was hired by Afterburner Seminars. A team of 50 men and women fighter pilots who travel around the world working with Fortune 100 and Fortune 500 companies and other top organizations, teaching and preparing them for a fighter pilots view of Flawless Execution. As a main speaker for the group, he interacts with the leaders of these companies to mold presentations and programs.

In 2008, Deitz began work on a pilot combining "history with some elements of Survivor and Survivorman" with his cousin, former All My Children actor Mark La Mura.[2]

After his appearance on Survivor: Panama, Deitz was considered as one of the ten castaways to return for Survivor: Micronesia, but was ultimately cut.[3]

References [link]

  1. ^ Terry Deitz actor profile, The South African TV Authority. Accessed July 29, 2007. "He then attended St. John Vianney High School in Holmdel, New Jersey, where he earned 11 Varsity letters in football (quarterback), baseball (catcher) and wrestling."
  2. ^ Soap Opera Digest, July 22, 2008 issue, pg. 60.
  3. ^ "Jeff Probst Media Teleconference". https://www.survivorfever.net/s16_jp_teleconference.html. Retrieved 2010-05-18. 

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Antelope

by: Dirty Heads

Well my hat brim might be
Worn a little to low, you're too slow
What the fuck do you really think you know
I do so and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial
Like Metamucil I kill some rhymes that I'm used to
You park so high and mighty
But I'm not mighty high Duddy smoke you out with weed
And leave your mouth fucking dry
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Tapping fuckin' dorkette slapping be ridiculous at how I'm trippin dis
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my line
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I'm choosin the rest so you're losin
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Coast (Coast)
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Until its tight (Until its tight)
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There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good
He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand
He had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand
He said I just got out of the water and I'm late for school
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Duddy B grab the wheel cuz I can't steer
You got 20 inch rims and they spinnin' when you stop
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Cuz that's what I respect to all you knuckle heads and
Derelicts just jammin' down the sound with the syllables
And intellect, maybe not the intellect but syllables
Are clean and I leave you in the desert with an empty
Canteen while I'd be rippin trojan
In the Galapagos and I'd be pickin foes like I'd
Be pickin the fro, and all you chicken head hos that




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