Bobby Richards

I like birdies.

[Bobby Richards @BirdiBob]

@Mike_kim714 22

[Michael S. Kim @Mike_kim714]

59 Giveaway Time!

Whoever guesses my locker number I had at 3M gets the 60 degree vokey wedge that I used all week with a commemorative stamping

[Raymond Arroyo @RaymondArroyo]

The great John Adams in a letter to his wife on July 3, 1776:
“I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.

You will think me transported with Enthusiasm but I am not. -- I am well aware of the Toil and Blood and Treasure, that it will cost Us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States. -- Yet through all the Gloom I can see the Rays of ravishing Light and Glory. I can see that the End is more than worth all the Means. And that Posterity will tryumph in that Days Transaction, even altho We should rue it, which I trust in God We shall not.”
Adams “rays of ravishing light and glory” continue 250 years later. What a blessing

[Nick Sortor @nicksortor]

🔥 HELL YES! The new Air Force One just did an EPIC flyover flanked by COUNTLESS fighter jets, as well as MULTIPLE B-2s, B-1 Lancers, and more

We have more military firepower in DC right now ALONE than 90% of countries have in their enter fleets 🇺🇸

[Insurrection Barbie @DefiyantlyFree]

In September of 1814, America was once again in trouble.

The young republic was only thirty-eight years old. The War of 1812 had gone badly. British troops had marched into Washington, burned the Capitol, set the White House ablaze, and now turned their sights toward Baltimore. If Fort McHenry fell, the harbor would be open, the city would likely follow, and another devastating blow would be dealt to the fragile nation.

Amid this uncertainty, a young American lawyer named Francis Scott Key sailed under a flag of truce to the British fleet. He had come to negotiate the release of a friend, a physician the British had captured.

He succeeded.

The British agreed to free the doctor.

But there was a catch.

Because Key and his companions had seen too much of the British fleet and learned too much about its plans, they were not allowed to return to shore. Instead, they were detained aboard a ship in the harbor and forced to watch the coming battle from behind enemy lines.

On the morning of September 13, the bombardment began.

For the next twenty-five hours, British warships unleashed somewhere between 1,500 and 1,800 bombs and rockets upon Fort McHenry. These were the “bombs bursting in air” and the “rockets’ red glare” of the song—not poetic embellishments, but terrible realities.

Key stood on the deck through the endless day and the long, terrifying night. Every explosion lit the darkness for a fleeting instant before the smoke swallowed everything again. Somewhere beyond that wall of fire stood the fort. Somewhere beyond it flew an American flag if it still flew at all.

He could not see.

He could only listen.

As long as the guns continued firing, there was reason to hope. The British would not waste ammunition on a fort that had already surrendered.

Then, just before dawn…

The guns fell silent.

For the first time all night, there was only stillness.

It was the most frightening sound of all.

Had the fort finally fallen? Had the defenders surrendered? Had the flag been torn down in the darkness while no one could see?

There was nothing to do but wait.

As the first light of September 14 slowly pushed back the smoke, Francis Scott Key strained his eyes toward the distant fort.

Then he saw it. Not a British flag.

The American flag. Still there. Still flying.

That flag was no ordinary banner. Months earlier, the fort’s commander had commissioned a Baltimore flagmaker, Mary Pickersgill, to sew a flag so enormous “that the British would have no difficulty seeing it from a distance.” It measured roughly thirty by forty-two feet, carried fifteen stars and fifteen stripes, and was so large it had to be assembled on the floor of a brewery because no ordinary room could contain it.

That was the Star-Spangled Banner.

The very flag Key saw through the morning mist.

The very flag that still survives today in the Smithsonian.

Overcome by what he had witnessed, Key reached into his pocket, pulled out an envelope, and began writing. The words came from a heart that had spent an entire night fearing his country might disappear with the dawn.

He first titled the poem Defence of Fort M’Henry.

Within days it was printed and circulating throughout the country. Before long, people began singing it to a melody they already knew—an old British tune called “To Anacreon in Heaven,” originally written for a London social club. There is something beautifully ironic in that: America’s most beloved patriotic song borrowed the melody of the very nation it had just survived. It also explains why the anthem is so notoriously difficult to sing. It was never written for ordinary voices gathered in stadiums or school assemblies.

The song spread quickly and became one of America’s favorite patriotic hymns, but it would wait more than a century before receiving official recognition. Not until 1931 did Congress declare “The Star-Spangled Banner” the national anthem of the United States.

[jeffhusted @jeffhusted]

Can’t believe I caught this angle of the goal

[USMNT Only @usmntonly]

THE TELEMUNDO CALL OF THE MALIK TILLMAN FREE KICK IS THE BEST THING YOU'LL EVER HEAR 🇺🇸🦅❤️

[Oliver Henry @oliverhenry]

I now understand the American dream.

I came to the World Cup because I was offered a last minute ticket to watch England play Croatia in Dallas and I started documenting my journey.

The content went viral on social media. So much so, the President of the United States saw it himself.

I was invited to attend the grand opening of the great American state fair for freedom 250 and halfway through Donald Trumps speech, I was told to come and wait back stage for a photograph.

This sort of thing could only happen in America.
As an Englishman I never really understood what America has to make it “the land of opportunity”

But results speak for themselves.

[Oliver Henry @oliverhenry]

The White House just tweeted a video of me

🤯🤯🤯

[Freddy🇩🇪 @FreddyLA7]

Omg this is insane

[Johnny Midnight ⚡️ @its_The_Dr]

This is what Memorial Day is about, This is also why We don’t tolerate People Burning our Flag!

[KNBR @KNBR]

Incredibly heartfelt words from Tony Vitello about the way Luis Arraez plays the game.

"For Giants fans that have young people in their family... that is exactly how you want your son or nephew, or anyone you know or coach, to play baseball — the way he played baseball tonight."

[John Morton, PGA @JohnMorton215]

I got one of the famed 2026 gnomes this week at The Masters and I’ve decided to GIVE IT AWAY to one lucky follower!

To be in the running, simply:

⛳️ Follow me AND @AGTGolfBooks
⛳️ Repost this post

I’ll draw for a winner on Saturday evening at 7:00 pm CST.

#TheMasters
#AugustaNational