Amen. I grew up with the #ToyStory franchise with my son who is now 27 years old. We all went to see TS3 at the cinema we all got misty eyed. I can’t imagine how MY childhood would have been w/o Barbie, playing outside with jacks, coloring, Mrs. Beasley. TG for REAL toys
I think Toy Story 5 (🌟🌟🌟🌟) is one of the best things Pixar has done in a handful of years & feels like a return to form. I consider Toy Story 3 to be a perfect film & for the longest time, I wanted the franchise to end on that note- the perfect note. But a film like Toy Story 5 is absolutely worthy of being made & worthy of being seen, regardless of whether you’re a kid or an adult. The power of this film isn’t just in its humor, but its relevance- the relevance of how technology is impacting kids and parents alike. At the end of the day, Toy Story 5 is just exceptionally clever. I highly recommend it to anyone reading this review.
As with most great stories, Toy Story 5’s plot can be explained in one simple sentence: the age of toys is over. The isn’t just a direct quote that we hear repeated throughout the film, it’s the central premise that moves this entire film forward. Primarily built around Jesse rather than Buzz & Woody, we’re reintroduced to the gang of toys (the same gang we’ve known since the mid ‘90s) just a few years after Toy Story 4’s conclusion. The idea here is that 8 year old Bonnie, who still plays with Jesse, Buzz, and all her traditional toys, can’t seem to make friends. Why? All of her friends use devices & she still, well, plays with toys. It’s not until Bonnie’s parents buy her a tablet- Lilypad (voiced by Greta Lee) that Bonnie starts to finally interact with kids her age.
Similar to past films, however, we see the toys get split up in an attempt to stay relevant in Bonnie’s life. Jesse & Bullseye try to follow Bonnie to a sleepover only to find themselves side-tracked/sent totally afoot to a random barn, which is where the film’s second kiddo comes into play- Blaze. Jessie & Bullseye befriend and join the toys in Blaze’s barn & become part of Blaze’s life, which eventually leads them back to the core group of toys, including Woody & Buzz. This also, as you can imagine, introduces Blaze to Bonnie.
Toys vs. tech turned out to be a really refreshing premise because it allows us to see the impact of tech from different perspectives: the child, the parent, and of course, the toy. I know this movie is intended for kids but witnessing Bonnie fall into a tech trap was sort of scary & sobering? I hate picturing what my childhood would’ve been like or how different I would be as an adult if my parents simply stuck an iPad in my hands while nearly all of my communication with my friends was done online. Sure, my generation had AIM. But that’s nothing like the mobility or pervasiveness we see with devices today. Watching so many toys/characters we’ve grown familiar with over the years fight for relevance against such a real, pressing issue made this an engaging watch. Not to mention that, as is the case with every other Toy Story, the script is hilarious & sharp. As is the animation/filmmaking.
I have no idea where this franchise goes from here. All I know is that between Tom Hanks, Tim Allen & Joan Cusack, the voice acting in this film hasn’t missed a beat. I give every last actor involved in this film credit for what they do through voice acting, especially the film’s core actors. The moment Buzz & Woody are reunited in the first third of the film- which gives Allen & Hanks some great back & forth- felt like seeing familiar friends again on screen. At every stage of my life, I’ve seen a new Toy Story in theaters with these actors voicing the same characters. I enjoy it. Hell, I love it. I’m not often a proponent of legacy sequels, but animated sequels made this well are an obvious & total exception.
Toy Story 5 is one of my favorite films of the year & should contend for a few Academy Awards, including Best Animated Feature.
Has anyone else thought that Ethan ISN’T baby Phoebe’s bio dad but Jenz Sidwell? Jenz is into art and Delilah was too. Maybe Ethan is protecting Phoebe from Jenz. Wouldn’t he love to have another child after losing Marco? I’m just saying #GH#GeneralHospital
Ethan's stipulations for Phoebe's adoption aren't sitting well with Chase and Brook Lynn. Can Alexis convince him to reconsider?
A brand-new #GH starts RIGHT NOW on ABC! @Nathan_Parsons
June 13th. One of my least favorite days of the year. On this day, two men that I was really close to lost their careers and almost their lives. Didn't seem fair in 1997 and it still doesn't today.
Much has been said about how we celebrated the responsible way. Yeah, we drank. A lot. But we didn't drive. We took limos everywhere that week. Yet tragedy still struck Vladdy and Sergei and it struck our entire team.
I still live near the crash site. Even though lightning would cruelly strike and destroy the tree less than a month after they hit it, I know exactly where it was, the exact median on Woodward, and the location, down to the foot. I drive past it almost daily and still it fixates my glare.
Not far away, Beaumont Hospital, where Vladdy and Sergei would spend months, and I would stop by daily...hoping for a miracle that never came.
Sure, elite medical care, rehabilitation and Vladdy's sheer will to live is why he is still with us 29 years later, but the miracle of he and Sergei Mnatsakanov having even a remotely normal life missed them.
And for that, I will always be angry. I will always wish they never got in that limo or even came to the golf course that day. Neither one of them played even one hole, they weren't golfers... they came to be with their teammates. To celebrate one last time before we all went our separate ways.
Unfair. Cruel.
So I choose to celebrate those men. Sergei has passed but he will never be forgotten. Such an amazing family man, masseur and friend. He never got the credit he deserved for helping that 97 team play at it's best. He was a blessing to me and all the players.
Vladdy? Man, what a warrior. What a great human being and hockey player. Easily the toughest player I had the privilege of working with. He would play through anything... and he did.
I think about him often...wish life was better to and for him. But I do not pity him. Vladdy wouldn't allow it. I love and appreciate him, and I know his fans do too.
Hell yes 👍🏻 Tracy Quartermaine brings so much to the #GH canvas: history, spice, warmth, humor, knowledge. #JaneElliot is the complete package and an absolute treasure. #GeneralHospital fans and #PortCharles are lucky to have her #SoapOpera
Neither. They’re both being a**holes as far as I’m concerned. I used to be a fan of both but now not so much. Grow up you two #Curtis#Isaiah#GH#GeneralHospital
Very well said. The 🍎 doesn’t fall far from the 🌳 🥺 I’m so sorry for your family’s loss. I know I speak for many of @patcaputo98 fans that he’ll be missed greatly. He’s probably sitting next to @JamieSamuelsen and talking about all of the Detroit sports teams #RIPPat 🙏🏻📕💻🎤
STATEMENT FROM THE FAMILY
For more than forty years, Detroit's sports fans had Pat's full attention. In the months since his diagnosis, we have had it — listening as he has told us his stories: the ones from the press box, TV and radio studio, and the ones from his life. What follows is drawn from those conversations. The words are his.
We share it now, on his behalf, as the goodbye he wants to leave for the people who wrote alongside him, the people who shared the microphone with him, the people who listened, and the people who read his work.
We are all so proud of Pat and all his accomplishments. While he's leaving a void in our lives and in the community that he so proudly represented, he's made his mark and his legacy lives on. To his audience he was known as "The Book," but to us he was a cherished member of our family.
We love you, Pat.
— The Caputo Family
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A TRIBUTE TO A DETROIT LEGEND
"I haven't said much publicly since January because I haven't known what to say," he told us.
So we'll start where he started.
"When I came out of college I had nothing on my resume. I couldn't type. In journalism class I never wrote anything anyone would want to read." The only useful thing he had, he said, was an idea he'd picked up from a textbook somewhere — that "nobody wanted to be a state capital correspondent, so the lane was wide open if you'd take it." That became the only theory he ever had about this business: "Take the job nobody else wants. Out-work them on the part nobody else cares about." A professor took pity on him and got him a tryout in Three Rivers, an hour and a half west of Kalamazoo, and he learned the trade there by photographing the Pet of the Week with a Sears camera. The job didn't last long. The boss called him in one day, he remembered, and explained, kindly, that "I was just horrible."
Within a few weeks he had talked his way into answering phones at the Oakland Press sports desk, where he was so desperate to stick around he'd raise his hand for any game nobody else wanted to cover. "Hey, can I do this one? Can I do that one?" They almost always said yes, he said, because nobody else was going to drive to Lapeer on a Friday night in November to see two 4-and-5 teams play.
He still couldn't type. Tom Kowalski — who half of his audience grew up listening to and the other half grew up reading — walked into the office one graveyard shift in the spring with his Taco Bell, watched Pat try to figure out a list of high-school track times one finger at a time, and announced to the room: "This guy has got some coordination problems." Pat, telling the story, said Kowalski wasn't wrong.
After nine months they hired him full-time to cover high schools. "I was twenty-four years old, and if you'd told me then that I'd get to cover sports and live in my one-bedroom apartment for the rest of my life, I would have been happy." He never had a grand plan that he would have such an amazing career. He had a fear, which is different. "I was scared every day that I was going to lose the job," he said, "so I worked it like I was going to lose it tomorrow."
The writing didn't come easy either. People sometimes asked him how he got better at it, and the only honest answer, he said, was "a miracle." He wrote a lot. He asked people he respected to tell him what was wrong with what he'd written, and then he listened to the answers — the part, he noted, that many young writers skip. The awards came later. They were nice. They didn't change anything he knew about himself.
His dad used to tell him and his brothers, "Never quit. Just keep coming." He didn't always live up to a lot of things, he said, but he did live up to that one. He got up every day and put the boots on. He didn't grade the day before he started it. If it was a thankless job, he did the thankless job. If it was a good day at the ballpark, he did that too. "I'd like to think I always did my very best," he told us. "And if I get to leave you with anything, let it be that. Whatever it is you're up to tomorrow, do your very best at it. My very best wasn't necessarily anybody else's best. But it was mine, and I gave it."
There were things he never imagined as a kid from Michigan he'd ever get to see. "I got to watch games at the L.A. Coliseum and the Rose Bowl. That was a big deal for a kid growing up in Michigan," he said. He got to cover World Series and Super Bowls and Stanley Cup Finals and NBA Championships. He got a vote for the Heisman Trophy. He got a vote for the Baseball Hall of Fame. He took those last two seriously every year of his life, he said, because he knew what they meant. The people he got to know along the way are the part you can't put on a resume. He knew Sparky Anderson. He knew Bo Schembechler, who he said was a great man, and one he respected. Jim Leyland was one of a kind and someone he really enjoyed. He got to know Tom Izzo back when he was an up-and-coming assistant nobody outside East Lansing was talking about yet. Bill Lajoie, the Tigers' general manager when he started covering them, opened the door for a young writer trying to do this job, and Pat said he never forgot it. Lajoie was a mentor to him. He once played nine holes of golf with Don Shula, he said, because his editor at the Oakland Press, Gary Gilbert, called and asked him if he wanted to.
He told us about one of the coolest moments of his career — October of '06, in the press box at Comerica Park, watching Magglio Ordoñez hit one off Huston Street to send the Tigers to the World Series. The players came out onto the field with champagne bottles and started spraying the people in the seats. He sat up there with his notebook, he said, and remembered thinking, "boy, they were really proud."
The radio gave him something the print column never could. It let him cover the teams with his audience instead of just for them. It let him hear what they thought, take a punch from a caller, give one back, and argue about Detroit sports the way Detroit sports are supposed to be argued about — out loud, every day, on the air, with anybody who picked up the phone.
None of that, he said, happens without people. The producers. The engineers. The people whose names the audience never heard, whose hands kept the show on the air every day for two decades. The colleagues who sat across the table from him, the ones he argued with and agreed with and learned from — every one of them, he said, made him better. "I owe all of these people something I don't know how to pay back."
The job — the actual job, the going-to-the-ballpark, going-to-the-press-box, sitting-at-the-microphone part of it — was, he said, one of the best parts of his life. Going to a place like Michigan State, when a kid like him had no business believing he'd ever set foot on a campus like that, was another. The family he has, who have loved him through every part of this, is the rest of it.
He made his final social media post in late January. He read every comment people sent him on X and on Facebook, he told us. Every single one. He wanted us to know what they did: they reminded him, in his own words, that "I am blessed."
A lot of good things came to him in this life. He had always been thankful for that, he said. He had always been appreciative. He's not the guy you build a statue to. He never was. He was the guy who answered the phones, said yes to whatever game came up, learned to type one finger at a time, and somehow forty-plus years went by. "I just got lucky," he said. "I always have been."
In these last months he has been surrounded by family who love him, and who he loves right back. They matter more to him, he said, than any of the rest of it.
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A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
My Uncle Pat and I shared a special bond. He was my godfather. I was the best man at his wedding. We are both proud Michigan State alums. But truth be told, the bond we shared most closely was the same one he shared with his followers — sports. They were at the core of every conversation.
Growing up, we played trivia games — quizzing each other on prospects' high schools, colleges, or where they ranked in Baseball America. Even at Christmas when he was sick, we were playing the game of naming the Tigers' first-round draft picks from the late '80s through last year. In true form, "The Book" got every single one right.
I'm going to miss those conversations so very much.
— Rob Caputo
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The Caputo family extend their heartfelt gratitude to everyone who supported Pat throughout his career and during his illness. Thank you so very, very much. God bless.
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Will definitely miss you at Channel 7 @BradGalli but I’m sure you’ll do great again whatever you’re planning on next. I’m looking forward to seeing you continue to shine ✨