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
In his first term, President Trump was constrained.
This term, he has surrounded himself with people whose chief qualification is fealty. The result is reckless policy and the brazen pursuit of enrichment.
My take:
I just finished this great book on Larry Bird & the incredible Indiana State phenomenon by @KeithOB. There’s so much great college basketball history & research here with cameos by Bob Knight, Magic Johnson, Al McGuire, Dick Enberg and Billy Packer.
At some point in 1987, I came home from middle school and watched Braves baseball on TBS.
John Sterling was the announcer.
Ted Turner owned the team & station the game was on.
Bobby Cox was the Braves GM.
40 years later we lose them all in the same week. Each one an icon.
He has no fucking clue what he’s doing. From the moment he launched this war, he hasn’t had a fucking clue what he’s doing. And every single word out of his mouth about this war is a lie. He lies as he breathes, and he has no fucking clue what he’s doing. What a dangerous, shitty thing it is for the world to have a pathologically dishonest madman in the White House.
You don’t really understand the 70s unless you’ve watched Columbo on a $1650 tube television that was perched upon shag carpet so thick that Jack Nicklaus would have to punch out of your living room and just hope to save par.
"I asked Hank Aaron what he wanted to do and he told me he wanted to be our farm director because that was a job with some teeth.
I didn’t worry about whether he could do the job.
I didn’t know very much about baseball when I came in.
If I could go from non-baseball person to owner, Hank Aaron could go from baseball player to the front office."
Ted Turner.
I encourage everyone to watch this incredible documentary about one of the best to ever play the game, someone near and dear to my heart, and my former General Manager for the Lakers - the legendary Jerry West! Watch now on Amazon!