On this day 7 years ago…
The game ended, the series ended, and the wait ended
The 2019 Blues became Stanley Cup Champions and achieved immortality #stblues
Dear Myles Garrett,
Thank you for breaking TJ Watt's single season sack record.
Thank you for setting the Cleveland Browns all time sack record.
Thank you for consistent, nonstop, jaw dropping GREATNESS.
You'll always be a Cleveland legend. 🥺
Ya know, watching Brett Hull win the Cup on teams I hated hurt, Watching Pujols walk sucked, Watching Favre win in Minnesota was tough, watching the Rams leave angered me, But this… this is a new level of fuck
I understand the why. I understand the how. They are doing right…
Call me Alonzo, because I am mourning the loss of Myles Garrett…
It hurt when Chubb left.
It pissed me off how they handled Baker.
It saddened me to see how Johnny Football handled himself.
But seeing Garrett go… this is a whole new level of emotional fuckery from the Browns
I kept this story in my pocket for a long time....
In Pittsburgh, September 15th is Roberto Clemente Day.
Every year the whole organization fans out across the city. It's like Christmas. Roberto's family is there, Vera and the boys.
My first year as manager was 2011. We celebrated. We shook hands and moved on.
We didn't win.
19 consecutive losing seasons.
2012 rolls around. Same day, same celebration. We had another losing season, our 20th consecutive.
After the ceremony, Roberto Jr. walked over.
"My mom wants to talk to you."
We went into the dugout. Me, Vera, and her three sons.
She spoke in Spanish. I played four years of winter ball so I understood enough. She wasn't angry, but she was passionate. And I kept hearing Roberto's number come up.
Roberto Jr. translated.
"My mother wants you to know that there cannot be a 21st losing season. That was Roberto's number. It would be a disgrace to his legacy."
She was staring right at me.
Before I could even think about what to say, words came out of my mouth:
"I promise you, Vera. That won't happen."
Roberto Jr. looked at me and said, "You made my mom a promise. I hope you can keep it."
I said, "I hope I can keep it too."
I didn't tell my coaches. I didn't tell the players. I told my wife. That was it.
The next year, 2013, we broke the consecutive seasons losing streak. Ended it at 20.
On Roberto Clemente Day that September, Vera came walking across that field.
And I probably got one of the most meaningful hugs I've ever received in my life.
The players did all the heavy lifting. I just got the hug.
Some promises are worth making before you know if you can keep them.
@Pirates
Special thanks to @RSMUSLLP in Pittsburgh. The Power of Love fundraiser got myself and my three sons club level seats and a memory to last a lifetime! Good cause, great memories, awesome company!
His grandson of his father, that is his choice. If he wants his legacy to be the man who tried to destroy the heart and mind of his flesh and blood, then so be it. I will be at his funeral. I will be there for Mom (his wife) and my son. And I will forgive him. This is fucked…
He then came to me and asked. I answered, truthfully. I told him the story and let him know this changes nothing. He will always and forever be my son. I love him. No matter what, I will always be here for him. That was almost a year ago.
Threatening telling the seven year old, who just lost his mother, even physical violence) but he will never get me to stop loving my son. He will never stop me from being there for my son. If he wants to have his last impression on people to be a bitter old man who tried to rob