There was only one night game a year, the whole sky would brighten up with fireworks, giving us just enough light for a game
We played our best then because, I guess, we all felt like the big leaguers under the lights of some great stadium ❤️
They left home as boys 8 decades ago to go out and save the world. Last night they sat at the WWII Memorial together and celebrated their country's 250th. Still heroic.
Jaxon Willits says OU football coach Brent Venables spoke to the baseball team briefly tonight.
“He’s really good at what he does. He had me ready to go play linebacker, run through a brick wall.” #Sooners
Travel ball coaches, notice how they pulled her from the field and sent her to the bullpen to warm up before putting her in to pitch. 👀
Your 12U pitcher deserves a proper warm up too.
Texas started Kavan every game in the supers because they know she’s their best. Sometimes you don’t need to try to play 4D chess and just play your best player(s).
The last time Oklahoma Softball failed to make a Super Regional…
Rhett Bomar was working for Big Red Imports.
Cars was the latest Pixar movie.
Hips Don’t Lie and SexyBack topped the charts.
If you can’t drink then you’ve always seen OU in Supers. 🤯
Enough is enough.
It is time to bring back the REAL Tomahawk Chop. @Braves@MLB
Bring back the song. Bring back the giant drum.
This was the most electric thing in baseball and woke nonsense took this from us all.
Republicans couldn’t stand Obama.
Didn’t want him dead.
Republicans thought Biden was a disaster.
Never wanted him dead.
Republicans believed Kamala’s completely unqualified.
Never wanted her dead.
That’s the difference.
Conservatives fight ideas. We fight policies. We vote. We argue. We win or we lose.
We don’t fantasize about killing the people we disagree with.
That’s the DIFFERENCE!!!
To my Oklahoma family;
this piece comes straight from the heart.
I hope you’ll take a moment to read it and feel what I felt.
Thank you for allowing me to be a small part of it.
I came to @okcthunder to play basketball. I left carrying 168 lives.
When I was traded to the Oklahoma City Thunder, I was thinking about basketball, nothing more.
I didn’t know that before I ever stepped on the court, this place would show me something that would stay with me far longer than any game.
Like any player, my mind was on the game. A new team, a new city, a new opportunity. I expected the usual routine when I landed in Oklahoma City. Physicals, practices, meetings, and a jersey waiting in a locker.
But before any of that, Sam Presti pulled me aside and told me there was somewhere we needed to go.
He didn’t explain much, and I didn’t think to ask. I was focused on the next step in my career.
What I didn’t understand was that, before I could represent the place I was about to play for, I needed to understand it.
So instead of heading to the facility, he took me to the Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum.
I walked in without knowing what I was about to see, and within minutes, everything slowed down.
There are 168 chairs at the memorial, each one representing a life lost on April 19, 1995. They are arranged in quiet rows, each engraved with a name, each standing where a person once stood in that building. Then you notice something that is impossible to process the first time you see it. Some of the chairs are smaller.
They belong to children.
There is no speech that prepares you for that, no headline that captures it. You simply stand there, and the silence carries a kind of weight that is hard to describe but impossible to ignore.
As you walk through the memorial, you pass between two gates marked 9:01 and 9:03. At first, they seem like simple numbers, but then you understand what they hold. One marks the last minute before the attack. The other marks the first minute after. And in between those two gates is 9:02, the moment when everything changed.
That minute does not feel like history when you are standing there. It feels present.
The reflecting pool stretches across what used to be a city street, its surface calm and still. When you look into it, you do not just see water. You see yourself standing in a place where unimaginable loss occurred, and for a moment, everything else in your life becomes quieter.
Nearby stands the Survivor Tree, an American elm that was damaged in the blast but endured. It is not untouched. Its scars are part of what it represents. But it is still standing, and in that, it carries a kind of strength that does not need to be explained.
We did not speak much while we were inside. It did not feel like a place for conversation. Some places ask for words. This one asks for reflection.
When we stepped outside, Sam Presti looked me in the eye and said, “This is what this state has been through.”
Then he said something I will never forget.
“Every time you step on that court, you are not just playing in front of fans. You are playing for a state that carries this with it. Give them everything you have. They deserve that.”
In that moment, basketball felt different.
Not smaller, but clearer.
Because what I had just seen was not only about what was lost. It was about what remained. A state that had experienced unimaginable pain and still chose to come together, to rebuild, and to move forward without losing its humanity.
From that day on, every time I stepped on the court, I carried that with me.
On the nights when I was tired, when I was hurt, when I was dealing with challenges that felt heavy in the moment, I would think about those chairs, about that minute, about the people behind those names. And I was reminded that what I was going through did not compare to what this state had endured.
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I love the President and I'm so grateful he's in the Oval Office. Of course, I'll continue to support him and the America First agenda.
At the end of the day, I do nothing for the approval of man. Our purpose on this earth is to glorify Him in all we do. The truth social post missed the mark. It's now deleted. Amazing!
We're imperfect people. I know I am. I don't get my feelings hurt easy and I know with the President it's really not personal. I want to spend eternity in a real place called Heaven. I'd love for Trump to be there too.
Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life. I'll keep doing my part by speaking truth & doing my best to lead others to Christ.
(and no, I won't be selling merch with his insults on them hahaha)