Cameron Dole

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[Cameron Dole @CameronDole]

Friends, I’m asking you to stop what you’re doing for a moment and pray for my longtime radio friend and mentor, @BillCodyWSM , host of “Coffee, Country & Cody” on @WSMradio in Nashville.

And I’m not asking casually.

I’m asking with a heavy heart, a grateful heart, and a heart that knows how much this man has meant to me, to country music, to radio, to Nashville, and to so many people who have felt less alone because Bill Cody was on the other side of a microphone.

Bill has always been one of those rare people who makes you feel like you matter.

Every time I have ever seen him, it felt like being greeted by a long-lost friend. Not a business contact. Not a radio acquaintance. Not someone doing the polite industry smile while scanning the room for the next hand to shake.

Bill looks at you like he is genuinely glad you are there.

That kind of warmth is rare.

And that smile…

The smile on his face and in his eyes when he speaks tells you everything you need to know about his heart. It is sincere. It is welcoming. It is full of life. It is full of love for people.

That’s who Bill is.

He has spent years behind one of the most legendary microphones in country music, but what has always struck me most is not just the history, the platform, the interviews, or the voice.

It’s the man.

The kindness of the man.

The humility of the man.

The way he makes other people feel important in a world where too many people are trying so desperately to be important themselves.

Bill Cody has always reminded me why radio matters.

Not because of ratings.
Not because of celebrity.
Not because of bright lights or big names.

But because one voice, when it comes from the right heart, can become comfort. It can become friendship. It can become family. It can become a steady place in someone’s morning, someone’s grief, someone’s memory, someone’s long drive, someone’s hospital room, someone’s ordinary day.

Bill has been that voice for so many.

And today, he needs our prayers.

His daughter shared this heartbreaking and urgent update:

“Friends. Prayer warriors. I believe in the power of prayer and my daddy needs prayers.

A little over 3 weeks ago he was admitted to the ICU in heart failure and kidney failure. After weeks of being on a roller coaster of emotions, tests, dialysis, medications, steps forwards and steps backwards, it was determined earlier this week that his only option for survival would be a double transplant, heart and kidney.

Many prayers have been prayed this week that he would pass all necessary tests to qualify for the transplant list. And those prayers were answered.

Last night, his heart strength and ability to pump blood took a downward spiral and we got a call from his doctor early this morning that they were having to intubate him to put him on ECMO, a machine that does the heart’s job for him.

This is what we need prayers for.

1. Pray that he will not experience any of the risks that come along with ECMO — stroke, blood clots, infection.

2. Pray that the next 48 hours on ECMO gives his body time to rest and gain strength. THIS is his biggest hurdle for transplant qualification right now. He has to gain strength.

3. Pray that the transplant team that meets on Tuesdays will find him a candidate for transplant and get him put on the list.

We need a miracle and we know God is able. Please, if you’re able, stop and pray for these things. Our family can’t thank you enough. We love you all.”

That is where we are.

A family asking for prayer.
A daughter asking for her daddy.
A man who has spent his life pouring warmth, kindness, stories, music, laughter, and friendship into others now needing that love lifted back toward Heaven.

So please pray.

Pray specifically.

Pray for protection while he is on ECMO.
Pray against stroke, blood clots, infection, and every complication.
Pray that his body rests.
Pray that his strength rises.
Pray that the transplant team sees what we already know — that Bill Cody is worth fighting for.
Pray that he is placed on that list.
Pray for the miracle his family is asking for.
Pray for peace over his daughter, his family, his friends, his WSM family, and every person who loves him.

And there are so many.

Because Bill Cody is not just a radio host.

He is one of the good ones.

He is one of those people who leaves warmth behind. One of those people whose kindness stays with you. One of those people whose smile you can still see when you close your eyes. One of those people who makes you believe, even in a sometimes cold and self-important business, that there are still hearts that beat for the right reasons.

Bill has been a friend to me.

A mentor.

An encouragement.

A reminder that being heard is not nearly as important as helping someone else feel seen.

So now, may he feel seen.

May he feel held.

May he feel every prayer being lifted for him.

Lord, be near to my friend Bill Cody.

Be near to the man whose voice has been near to so many.

Strengthen his body. Guard his heart. Protect his mind. Guide every doctor, every nurse, every decision, every machine, every moment.

And let this miracle come.

Please pray for Bill Cody.

#PrayForBillCody #BillCody #CoffeeCountryAndCody #WSMRadio #CountryMusicFamily #PrayerWarriors #PrayersNeeded #ECMO #HeartTransplant #KidneyTransplant #GodIsAble

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@jemelehill @Granite603 @matthewdmarsden but was he the last Democrat? I'm assuming, according to your verbiage...or just the one you'll claim when adequate?

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Hats off to the Spurs. Seriously. That’s a tough, talented, well-coached group, and they earned every bit of respect.

And thankfully, with the end of another Thunder season, we also get the blessed offseason tradition of “coaches” who’ve never won a raffle, a driveway argument, or a YMCA inbound play explaining how Sam Presti should run an NBA franchise.

The man built this thing the right way. Patiently. Intelligently. Without panicking every time somebody with a Facebook account and a half-charged vape said, “We gotta trade everybody.”

So yes, respect to San Antonio.

And to the annual Presti critics?

See you next season, clipboard warriors.

#ThunderUp #OKCThunder #SamPresti #NBAPlayoffs #Spurs #BasketballTalk #CameronDole

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Game 7. Thunder. Spurs. Winner keeps breathing. Loser starts pretending they “learned a lot this season.”

This is the kind of night where every possession feels like a tax audit with sneakers on. Shai needs to be Shai. Chet needs to play like the building owes him money. The Thunder defense needs to show up mean, loud, and fully aware that this is Oklahoma City — not a polite basketball seminar with complimentary emotional damage.

Now… while we’re all trying to survive the stress of a Game 7, can someone please explain why listening to Reggie Miller call a Thunder game sometimes feels like being trapped in an elevator with a man narrating his own opinions in all caps?

And I say that as someone who thought I had reached my yearly broadcast patience limit with Doris Burke.

Am I alone here? Because I can handle Wemby blocks, Spurs runs, missed free throws, and the fourth-quarter stomach ulcer that comes standard with playoff basketball.

But Reggie commentary during a Thunder Game 7?

That may require prayer, hydration, and possibly a legal waiver.

Anyway… Thunder by enough to make San Antonio quiet and Oklahoma loud.

Let’s go, Thunder. Finish the job.

#ThunderUp #OKCThunder #Game7 #ThunderVsSpurs #NBAPlayoffs #OklahomaCity #BeatTheSpurs #PlayoffBasketball @NBA @NBAonNBC @okcthunder @spurs

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Brendan Sorsby, Gambling, and the Lost Art of Consequences

There is a point where compassion becomes enabling.

There is a point where “context” becomes camouflage.

And there is a point where somebody in modern college athletics has to grow a spine, look a very talented quarterback in the eye, and say the hard thing nobody wants to say anymore:

You broke the rule.
You knew the rule.
And no, your eligibility does not get magically resurrected because the consequences are now inconvenient.
That brings us to Brendan Sorsby, the former Indiana and Cincinnati quarterback now at Texas Tech, whose effort to keep his NCAA eligibility alive has become another exhausting chapter in America’s fastest-growing sport: explaining away personal responsibility.
Sorsby has reportedly admitted to a gambling problem. He has sought treatment. That matters. It should be taken seriously. Nobody with a soul should root against a young man getting help, getting healthy, and getting his life in order.

But getting help is not the same thing as getting a free pass.

That distinction used to be obvious. Apparently, it now needs to be written in 72-point font and duct-taped to the front door of every athletic department in America.

The issue here is not whether Brendan Sorsby deserves compassion. He does. The issue is whether compassion requires the NCAA, Texas Tech, a judge, and everyone watching to pretend that betting on sports as a college athlete — including reported bets connected to your own school — is just some unfortunate clerical error. Like forgetting to turn in a biology worksheet. Like accidentally wearing the wrong socks to practice.

It is not.

Sports gambling is not a gray area for college athletes. It is not hidden in the fine print next to the cafeteria meal plan. It is not some dusty rule buried behind 19 pages of NCAA jargon and legal Ambien. Every athlete knows the deal.

Do not bet on sports.

Especially do not bet on anything involving your own school.

That is not complicated. That is not confusing. That is not a “modern era” mystery wrapped in NIL money and shoved into a transfer portal.

That is a bright red line.

Sorsby crossed it.

Now we are supposed to believe the real injustice is that the line still exists.

No.

The real injustice would be bending the line because the player is good enough, valuable enough, marketable enough, or quarterback enough.

That is where this whole thing becomes rotten. If this were a backup long snapper at Directional State Tech, nobody would be writing emotional institutional letters about “context.” Nobody would be racing into court asking for urgent relief. Nobody would be building a redemption runway directly into the starting lineup.

But a quarterback with real value walks into the storm, and suddenly everyone becomes a philosopher.

Suddenly the conversation becomes mental health, addiction, support systems, the hypocrisy of sports betting, the cruelty of the NCAA, and the need to protect young athletes.

Some of that conversation is fair. Sports betting is everywhere now. It is shoved into broadcasts, plastered across apps, promoted by leagues, teased by ads, and normalized by people who profit while pretending to be shocked when young men get pulled under by the current.

Yes, the sports world has a gambling problem.

Yes, the NCAA has plenty of hypocrisy to answer for.

Yes, gambling addiction is real.

But none of that changes the central fact.

A player who bets while under NCAA rules is not entitled to keep playing NCAA football just because the explanation is painful.

Explanations matter. They help us understand. They help us respond wisely. They should affect how we treat the person.

But explanations do not erase decisions.

That is the part we keep losing as a culture. We have become fluent in diagnosis and nearly illiterate in accountability. Everything is trauma. Everything is pressure. Everything is addiction. Everything is society’s fault, the system’s fault, the app’s fault, the ads’ fault, the NCAA’s fault, the money’s fault, the old rulebook’s fault, the new era’s fault.

Meanwhile, the actual decision sits there in the corner like a lonely adult at a youth basketball tournament, wondering if anybody is going to acknowledge it.

Brendan Sorsby made choices.

Reportedly, not one choice. Not two. Not a momentary slip during a bad weekend. We are talking about a pattern. A long pattern. A serious pattern. And now that the pattern has collided with the rulebook, the argument is basically this: “Yes, but he needs football.”

That may be true emotionally.

It is not a legal or moral trump card.

Sometimes the thing you love is not the thing you get to keep after you compromise it.

That is called consequence.

It is not cruelty.

It is not hatred.

It is not a lack of compassion.

It is the adult world finally arriving at the front porch, knocking once, and saying, “We need to talk.”

And frankly, college athletics could use a lot more of that.

Because the modern NCAA universe has become a circus where everyone wants adult money, adult exposure, adult freedom, adult leverage, adult transfer rights, adult brand deals, adult contracts, and adult treatment — right up until adult consequences walk into the room.

Then suddenly everyone is a kid again.

That cannot be the deal.

If college football players are now professional enough to command massive NIL money, professional enough to build brands, professional enough to transfer like free agents, and professional enough to have legal teams fighting eligibility battles, then they are professional enough to be held responsible when they violate one of the most basic integrity rules in sports.

You cannot have it both ways.

You cannot live in the adult marketplace and hide in the youth group van when accountability starts the engine.

And for Texas Tech, the institutional defense of Sorsby may be loyal, but it also feels painfully convenient. Supporting a player in recovery is noble. Fighting to put him back under center because he gives you a better shot on Saturdays is something else entirely.

There is a difference between helping a young man heal and helping a depth chart survive.

That difference matters.

Sorsby should be supported. He should continue treatment. He should have people around him who care more about his life than his completion percentage. He should be given room to rebuild himself as a man.

But rebuilding does not require reinstatement.

Recovery does not require eligibility.

Grace does not require pretending nothing happened.

The strongest, most compassionate decision might be the one nobody in big-time football wants to make: let him get well without using football as the bargaining chip.

Because if the argument is that he needs treatment, then prioritize treatment.

If the argument is that he needs structure, then provide structure.

If the argument is that he needs support, then support him.

But do not tell the rest of us that the only acceptable definition of compassion is letting him play quarterback for Texas Tech this fall.

That is not compassion.

That is football wearing compassion’s jacket.

And it is weak.

Weak from the people trying to turn addiction into a legal crowbar.

Weak from the institutions pretending this is only about the athlete’s well-being.

Weak from a culture that has forgotten how to say, “I am sorry you are hurting, but you still do not get to escape the consequences.”

And yes — weak play, Brendan.

Not because you are struggling. Struggle is human.

Not because you sought help. Seeking help is strong.

But because after crossing a line every college athlete knows exists, the effort now is not simply to recover. It is to recover eligibility too. It is to keep the prize. It is to ask everyone else to bend reality around your story.

That is where sympathy runs into a wall.

The NCAA gets plenty wrong. It has earned distrust the old-fashioned way — repeatedly, creatively, and often with paperwork that looks like it was written by a committee trapped in a basement with decaf coffee.

But on this one, the line is the line.

College athletes cannot bet on college sports. They definitely cannot bet around their own programs. The integrity of the game has to mean something, or the whole thing becomes pro wrestling without the honesty.

Brendan Sorsby can still have a future.

He can still grow.

He can still recover.

He can still become a better man from this.

But he does not need NCAA eligibility to do that.

Sometimes the most life-changing word a young man can hear is not “yes.”

Sometimes it is “no.”

And this is one of those times.

#BrendanSorsby #NCAA #CollegeFootball #SportsBetting #AccountabilityMatters #SportsIntegrity #CameronDole

[Cameron Dole @CameronDole]

OKLAHOMA CITY JUST EXPLODED.
127-114. THUNDER TAKE A 3-2 LEAD. ONE WIN FROM THE NBA FINALS.

SGA went FULL SUPERSTAR MODE — 32 points, attacking the rim like a man possessed, getting to the line whenever he wanted.

The supporting cast? ABSOLUTE DOGS. Caruso knocking down threes, McCain stepping up huge, the bench mob bringing that energy that championship teams live on. Defense clamped down in the second half and Paycom Center was a damn warzone — loudest it's been since the glory days.

Wemby and the Spurs brought the fight, respect to them. That kid is a problem and their future is bright. But tonight? This was OUR night. This is OUR team. The one we've been building through the tank years, the pain, the waiting. Depth. Hunger. Shai leading the charge like a general.
Oklahoma, we are LOUD and we are BACK. The Thunder are knocking the door down to the Finals. Game 6 in San Antonio is gonna be hostile as hell, but our guys eat that pressure for breakfast.

This city waited long enough. Let's go finish the job.

⚡🏀🔥 THUNDER UP BABY

#ThunderUp #WCF #OKCThunder #WeAreOKC

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Memorial Day always feels different once you’ve lived long enough to understand what loss actually costs.

Because underneath the cookouts…
the lake days…
the laughter…
the long weekend…
there’s a heartbreak woven into this holiday that never fully leaves.
Somewhere across this country today, there are families staring at folded flags instead of future memories.
Empty chairs where somebody should still be sitting.

Voicemails nobody can bring themselves to delete.

Photos that have slowly become sacred because they’re all that’s left to hold onto physically.

And maybe that’s what hits me hardest every Memorial Day now:

Most of the men and women we honor today probably believed they still had more time too.

More birthdays.
More summers.
More sunsets.
More hugs.
More ordinary Tuesdays they never realized would someday become priceless.

But history changed because they stepped forward anyway.

That’s courage.

Not being unafraid.
Loving people you may never meet enough to sacrifice for them anyway.
And honestly?
I don’t think we pause long enough to truly feel the weight of that anymore.
Freedom isn’t just a phrase politicians argue over on television.

Freedom has names.

Faces.

Families.

Stories that ended too early.

It was paid for by sons who never came home.
Daughters who never got to grow old.
Parents who kissed loved ones goodbye without realizing it would be forever.

And the older I get, the more emotional that reality becomes.

Because eventually life teaches all of us the same painful lesson:

Time is unbelievably fragile.

One phone call can change everything.
One moment can separate “normal life” from “before and after.”

That’s why Memorial Day should never just be about remembrance.

It should be about awakening.

Awakening to how precious life actually is.
How quickly people can become memories.
How deeply we should love while we still have the chance.

Because somewhere today, someone would give absolutely anything for:

one more conversation

one more laugh

one more drive home
one more ordinary day with the person they lost

And maybe the greatest way we honor the fallen isn’t simply waving flags or posting photos.

Maybe it’s refusing to waste the life somebody else sacrificed to protect.

Living softer.
Loving deeper.
Forgiving quicker.
Showing up more fully.
Being kinder than the world expects us to be.

Because every freedom we casually enjoy today was purchased by somebody who never got the chance to fully enjoy theirs.

That should humble all of us.

So today…

remember them.
Feel this day.
Teach your kids why this matters.
And if there’s somebody you love?

Call them.

Text them.

Hug them longer.
Because life moves frighteningly fast…
and there are families all across America who would give everything to have one more ordinary moment with the people Memorial Day is really about.
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Love him or hate him…
you NEVER ignored the #8.
And honestly?
That’s what made Kyle Busch special.
Not perfection.
Presence.
Because for an entire generation of NASCAR fans, Kyle Busch wasn’t just another driver in the field.
He was emotion.
Every single week.
The boos.
The cheers.
The anger.
The swagger.
The interviews that made people yell at their televisions.
The moments where you swore you’d never root for him again…
only to find yourself watching every lap anyway.
That’s impact.
Because sports were never meant to be sterile and forgettable.
They were meant to make you FEEL something.
And nobody made people feel more than Kyle Busch.
The #8 didn’t just show up to race.
It showed up to fight.
To push limits.
To frustrate people.
To silence crowds.
To become the villain in one grandstand and the hero in another at the exact same time.
And deep down?
NASCAR desperately needed that fire.
Because the worst thing an athlete can become isn’t hated.
It’s forgettable.
Kyle Busch NEVER was.
Not for one lap.
Not for one interview.
Not for one checkered flag.
And maybe the older I get, the more I appreciate drivers like him.
Not because they were flawless.
But because they were REAL.
Raw.
Competitive.
Emotional.
Human.
You watched him grow up in front of all of us:
* the cocky young talent
* the guy everybody loved to boo
* the champion
* the husband
* the father
* the veteran
* the future Hall of Famer still carrying that same fire behind the wheel
And maybe that’s why his career hits differently now.
Because underneath all the rivalries and controversy was somebody who cared DEEPLY.
About racing.
About winning.
About legacy.
That emotion occasionally boiled over because this sport MATTERED to him.
That’s not weakness.
That’s passion.
And honestly?
Years from now, when people talk about this era of NASCAR, they won’t just remember the wins and championships.
They’ll remember the FEELING.
The sound of crowds erupting when the #8 took the lead.
The frustration when he moved your favorite driver.
The interviews.
The intensity.
The moments where half the fanbase stood cheering while the other half threw their hands up in disgust.
That’s sports at its best.
Because indifference never built legends.
Emotion did.
And Kyle Busch gave NASCAR emotion every single time he buckled into that car.
Love him or hate him…
you felt something.
And in today’s world?
That’s becoming rarer than people realize.
#KyleBusch #NASCAR #Rowdy #KyleBuschFans #NASCARNation #Racing #Motorsports #NASCARCupSeries #RaceDay #Chevrolet #TeamChevy #StockCarRacing #NASCARLife #Legend #FutureHallOfFamer #Sports #RacingLife #NascarFans #NASCARRacing #The8 #RowdyNation #RaceFans #CameronDole See less

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The stage is set.

Oklahoma City. San Antonio. Western Conference Finals.

This isn’t just another playoff series. This is the kind of matchup that makes the basketball world stop pretending it has plans.

Thunder vs. Spurs.

Loud City vs. the Silver and Black.

Shai, Chet, J-Dub and a Thunder team that has been playing like somebody left the difficulty on “rookie” by mistake… against Victor Wembanyama and a Spurs team built like a basketball science experiment that got loose and started blocking sunlight.

And now?

A trip to the NBA Finals is sitting in the middle of the floor.

This is what Oklahoma City has been waiting for. The building will be loud. The pressure will be ridiculous. The nerves will be real. And somewhere, a Spurs fan will say, “We’ve been here before,” while Thunder fans politely remind them that this ain’t 2014, Grandpa.

It’s the Western Conference Finals.

It’s Thunder. It’s Spurs.

It’s legacy, youth, chaos, defense, star power, and seven possible games of absolute nonsense for our blood pressure.

Let’s bring the noise.

THUNDER UP. ⚡🏀

#ThunderUp #OKCThunder #NBAPlayoffs #WesternConferenceFinals #ThunderVsSpurs #LoudCity #NBA #OklahomaCity

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Bronny locked in for the sweep! #ThunderUp @okcthunder @NBA

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The @espn announcers obvious disdain for @okcthunder makes it that much better in the end!

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I knew Costco was dangerous, but I didn’t realize the hot dog combo came with a side of generational debt and a concert grand.

Went in hungry. Came out needing a tuxedo, a conservatory, and someone named Hans to tune my poor decisions twice a year.

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New writing is up — my reflection on “More Hearts Than Mine.”

It’s about love, grief, family, Dad not being here, and Mom being here… but dementia making that ache harder to explain.

This one hurt to write.

Read here: https://t.co/DdNnOSDG4A

#MoreHeartsThanMine #CameronDole #NewWriting #IngridAndress #Grief #Love #Family #WritingCommunity #FaithAndHope @IngridAndress

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Some days, baseball is just dirt, lights, a lineup card, and a guy in a headset pretending he’s emotionally stable.

Then Kenny Rogers’ “The Greatest” sneaks in and reminds you:

The miss may not be failure.

It may be the moment you find your mound.

https://t.co/SbasJMKMDB

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May the 4th — You Grew Up Believing in Heroes for a Reason https://t.co/K3S675B8vT via @CameronDole

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So apparently, we finally figured out Ayton's draft worth... stealing the tip... really? #IStillLoveThisGame @NBA

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Toronto...RJ Barrett...OMG! #ILoveThisGame