Eighty-two years ago today, freedom stood on the edge of extinction, and Allied forces stormed into hell to help save the world.
We will never forget the courage, the sacrifice, and the blood spilled on that fateful day.
Once again @TexasTechSB you made the Red Raider Nation very proud and pissed off ALL the people that didn’t get invited to birthday parties or were picked last when chosen for teams growing up.
#WreckEm#WestTexasTough#TTUHaters
Introducing the main cover of the 2026 edition of Dave Campbell's Texas Football magazine, featuring Texas Tech’s Joey McGuire, Cody Campbell, James Blanchard, Kirby Hocutt & Ben Roberts! 🏈🌵
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Story, including how to secure your copy, below ⬇️
Super Sky Point to Bob Horner. He was the NL Rookie of the Year and an All-Star but if you were around back then you know he was more than that. Much more. He was a fixture in the homes of millions of us through the miracle of cable television during those epic childhood summers that seemed like they’d never end.
I was a fan for over 40 years but had never met Bob until I interviewed him last December about Dale Murphy’s Hall of Fame case. As you’d expect, Bob was a fierce advocate for his fellow Fulton County basher. How could he not be? They were Murph and Horner. Horner and Murph. The Hall and Oates of the Launching Pad.
You know, these sky points all suck to write but this one hurts more than most. The four-homer game, the bad perm, Chief Noc-A-Homa waiting by his teepee for another Horner long ball. I have tweeted a lot about Bob Horner through the years and it’s because he represents to me, and I suspect many of you too, something far bigger than baseball: WTBS coming out of the magic box on top of my 400-pound Zenith, cool air coming through my bedroom window after another afternoon of Wiffle Ball, and Rick Mahler (probably) toeing the rubber at about 7:05 while hoping to keep the Braves in it with smoke and mirrors long enough for Horner and Murph to do some damage. And me sprawled out on green and yellow shag carpet in Kentucky paying 100 times more attention to Skip Caray, Ernie Johnson, and Pete Van Wieren than any of my teachers.
Farewell, you sweet slugging bastard. Tell St. Peter you brought your glove for the hot corner and to write you into the cleanup spot. #RIP
TAPS: Only 24 notes. Played on a bugle.
In person. Not electronic. Lights out or
Final Farewell. Started during the Civil War.
Music arranged by Brigadier General Daniel Butterfield in July 1862, lyrics attributed to Horace Lorenzo Trim, a soldier in civil war.
Every year, I share this video of French caretakers who take sand from Omaha Beach in Normandy, and scrub them into the letters to give them the gold coloring.
They do this for all 9,386 US soldiers who died.
France also gave us this land as American soil. #MemorialDayWeekend
Memorial Day isn’t about barbecues or beach days—it’s about those American heroes who gave everything for our freedom.
THIS 70-SECOND VIDEO CAPTURES WHAT THE DAY IS TRULY ABOUT. 🇺🇸
A montage of Craig Morton's three full seasons as the starting quarterback of the #DallasCowboys
1969, 1970, 1972
Two division titles, the franchise's first NFC title, and three postseason appearances — a .716 winning percentage
Rest easy, Craig🕯️