Former Mets. Grateful to have pitched in the two greatest cities in the world. NY & Tokyo 元NYメッツ・千葉ロッテマリーンズ所属。世界で最も偉大な 2 つの都市、NY と東京で開催されたことに感謝します!! ⚾️❤️🥂
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His parents tricked him by telling him “will film your swing and you can see what we are talking about. What he didn’t know is that after taking his old bat out of his hands, and swinging empty handed, that when the bat was returned to him, it would be the one he really wanted for his birthday.
His reaction is so sincere and priceless. Best thing you’ll see today.
A farmer in rural Ireland noticed that one of his cows would cry for hours every time he left for the train station to pick up supplies.
Moved by her distress, he started taking her with him. To everyone’s surprise, the cow quickly learned the routine. She would calmly wait on the platform while he was away, then joyfully walk home beside him once his train returned.
The heartwarming story has captured the world’s attention, beautifully illustrating that cows are far more than livestock — they’re intelligent, emotional animals capable of forming deep bonds and meaningful routines with the people who care for them.
Happy Fathers Day……this is my first without my father who passed almost a year ago. I learned some life lessons from him. Most importantly that “Nothing Comes Easy…”Nothing Comes Free”.
He was proud of me….and that means everything !!! 👍
My dad is 92 years old.
We call him Big Clint.
He's 5'9" on a good day.
I'm named after him. And there are no Hurdle-isms without him.
Sixty-two years ago, he walked out to the backyard with two gloves and two baseballs and asked me a question.
"Son, you want to play catch?"
I said, "Catch what?"
He said, "A baseball."
My life has never been the same since.
He gave me my work ethic. He gave me my love for the game. He gave me the thing that has held the center through over 50 seasons of professional baseball, through the wins, the losses, the letting go and the starting over.
But here's the thing about my dad: he came from a generation where men didn't say I love you out loud. They worked hard. They showed up. They gave you everything, except maybe the words.
So one day, I decided to say it first.
I looked at him and said, "Dad, I love you."
He looked back at me and said, "Me too."
That was the beginning.
We worked at it. Both of us. Slowly, the words got easier. The hugs got real. Now whenever I see him, I give him a hug, kiss him on the cheek, and tell him I love him. And he looks me in the eyes and says, "I love you too, son."
Doesn't get much better than that.
Happy Father's Day, Dad. You started something in that backyard that I'm still passing on today.
I love you.