33 years ago tonight, May 20, 1993, the final episode of “Cheers” aired on NBC.
• 11 seasons
• 275 episodes (including 3 double-length episodes and a triple-length finale)
• 179 Emmy Award nominations, 28 wins.
‘Sorry, we’re closed.” - Sam Malone in final “Last Call” scene.
Crazy story at yesterdays @Mets game - Guy in section 121 had a heart attack and his wife started frantically yelling for help or a doctor or nurse to come over - One random guy in the section who said he was neither started doing chest compressions and saved the mans life. Eventually paramedics showed up to take over and assist the fallen man. The hero went back to his seat, sat down and watched the rest of the game with zero fanfare or attention. He just wanted to watch the Mets win. When the game ended he walked out like nothing had happened. Don't know his name but he saved a mans life and is a hero.
The van scene from Home Alone was shot at 4:30 AM and was completely improvised and it ended up being one of the funniest scenes in the movie.
Two Canadian comedy icons.
Rest in peace, Catherine O'Hara. Rest in peace, John Candy.
15 years ago today: Marshawn Lynch delivered one of the most iconic runs in NFL history, ripping through the entire Saints defense in a play that shook the entire stadium.
The Beast Quake will live forever.
Mike Conley on how he is able to play 3 games in 4 days, being a dad to three young kids, and going to his kids basketball games on his off day.
“I don’t know, I am a zombie half the time(laughing)… you never really get any sleep, which i try not to think about so thank you(laughs)… you either want to do this thing or you don’t and I want to be both, I want to be a dad, I want to be an NBA player, and you figure out how to do it”
Starting tonight at 1 AM, we’ll be sharing the real radio transmissions from the night the SS Edmund Fitzgerald was lost on Lake Superior, 50 years ago.
These posts will follow the timeline as it happened, from the first reports of rough seas to the ship’s final transmission.
We share them in remembrance of the 29 men who were lost, and in respect for all who work the Great Lakes.
Transmissions from: https://t.co/cE4Ednwct7
This is incredible. The audio is too good.
“One! Two!….nawww”
Then you see the flag for the celebration and hear someone off camera say “gotta be 3!” as if Key and Peele are part of the NFL rule book lmao
Also the announcer: Guess two pumps is enough…
This is gold 😂
Bo Jackson last played in the big leagues in 1994, yet stories of his amazing strength, speed and ability remain fascinating. Harold Reynolds, our hilarious guest this week, tells a story that we had never heard. Bo Knows, indeed. Listen at https://t.co/13q9q6U7h2
I can’t stop thinking about this quote…
“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.” - George Santayana
Your life is not a singular, static experience.
Your life has seasons.
I believe that the worst mistakes in life are made when we try to cling to a prior season that has already passed.
They’re made when we are hopelessly in love with spring.
And those mistakes are deceptively easy to make…
When we close our eyes and think about that spring, all we see is sunshine. When you think about the past, you forget (or at least glaze over) the struggle. This is mostly because it all worked out. You’re here today. You made it. You’re alive. You’re doing fine.
Author Morgan Housel once wrote, “It’s hard to remember how you felt when you know how the story ends.”
Spring feels certain.
The new season feels like a leap of faith. An embrace of the unknown. A step into a future devoid of much of what brought you joy in the past.
So, we cling to the old and blind ourselves to the new.
But the river never stops flowing. As you fight with everything to swim against the current, you miss the beauty all around you.
You may long for the season of your youth. Of young love. The freedom of going wherever and doing whatever you want.
But in trying to cling to this season, what beauty might you miss?
To grow old with the love of your life. To grow together and experience attraction in all its forms. To dance with your love at your children’s weddings. To experience the immense joy of being grandparents.
To know your children as adults. To learn from your children as much as they have learned from you.
To struggle and grow in new ways that you never anticipated.
To feel the pain of loss, but through it be reminded of just how much you loved.
You see, the truth is that each season is beautiful in its own right. But not just because of its sunshine.
My grandmother once said, “Never fear sadness, as it tends to sit right next to love.”
The real beauty of life is found in the contrasts. It dances on a razor’s edge. Joys and sorrows. Pleasure and pain. Success and struggle.
That is life. The friction. The realness.
A perpetual spring offers none of that. It wasn’t as perfect as you remember it, and even if it were, you wouldn’t want perfection, because everything would fade to a dull, soulless shade of grey.
Let us all choose to be interested in the changing seasons. To give in to the river. To smile as we float along, embracing its current, with all the good and bad that it brings.
Spring is wonderful, yes, but have you ever smelled the air after a summer rain? Or felt that rush of an autumn breeze? Or sat by the fire on a cold winter day?
Let us choose to fall in love with the seasons.