#OTD 1980 - Whitey Herzog was hired as the manager of the Cardinals and the course of the franchise was soon to change - in a big way!
👇 Speaking about learning the NL league without the DH. 👇
"If it gets down to a point where you guys think I screw up, it might take me three or four days to learn this because I am pretty smart"
Watch the Sox game tomorrow night June 9 vs the Braves. I will be sharing the booth with the legendary Bob Costas. We will pay homage to the 1980s and the 1983 White Sox team. Bob is the greatest interviewer in the sports world as well as a baseball historian par excellence
The 40 rules I wish I'd known stepping into the real world:
– No one cares. Go do the thing.
– Chase interests, not passions.
– Confidence demands evidence.
– Heroic decades > heroic days.
– Hold opinions loosely, values tightly.
The full list:
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250 years ago today, a man stood up in a room full of nervous delegates and said the words that made America inevitable.
Not Thomas Jefferson. Not George Washington. Not Benjamin Franklin.
A Virginia planter named Richard Henry Lee.
It was June 7, 1776. The war had already been going for over a year. Men were dying. Cities were burning. And yet the Continental Congress still had not officially declared independence from Britain.
That morning, Lee rose and read aloud a resolution he had been instructed to deliver by Virginia:
"That these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent States, that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain is, and ought to be, totally dissolved."
John Adams immediately seconded it.
The room erupted.
The debate that followed was so heated that Congress had to table the vote entirely. New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, and South Carolina were not ready. Their delegates had not been authorized to vote for independence. Some feared it was too soon. Some feared it was treason.
So Congress bought time. They postponed the vote for three weeks and quietly appointed a committee to draft a formal declaration, just in case the resolution passed.
That committee included Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, Robert Livingston, and a soft-spoken 33-year-old Virginia lawyer known for his elegant writing.
Thomas Jefferson.
Jefferson wrote the Declaration. It was adopted July 4. The world celebrated.
And Richard Henry Lee, the man whose words started everything, whose resolution is the reason any of this happened?
He had already gone home to Virginia. He missed the signing entirely.
Jefferson is immortalized. Lee is a footnote.
History is funny that way.
82 years ago this morning, General Omar Bradley called it "the most dangerous mission of D-Day."
He was not exaggerating.
Pointe du Hoc was a finger of land jutting into the English Channel, topped by 100-foot cliffs of sheer rock. At the top sat six 155mm German guns, capable of reaching both Utah and Omaha Beaches. Every soldier hitting the sand that morning would be within their range. The guns had to be destroyed before the landings began.
The job was given to 225 men of the 2nd Ranger Battalion, commanded by Lt. Col. James Earl Rudder. The plan: cross the Channel, reach the base of the cliffs under fire, scale 100 feet of wet rock face using rope ladders and grappling hooks while German soldiers shot down at them from above, take the fortified position at the top, and destroy the guns. All of it before dawn.
The Rangers were already late when they hit the water.
Their landing craft had veered off course in the dark, adding 40 minutes to the approach. That mattered because there was a backup plan: if Rudder did not signal success by 7:00 AM, 500 additional Rangers waiting offshore would be redirected to Omaha Beach instead and the 225 men already climbing would receive no reinforcement. The signal never came in time. The 500 men were sent to Omaha. Rudder's Rangers were on their own.
At the base of the cliffs, ropes were fired up by rocket launchers mounted on the landing craft. Many fell short. Others made it but the ropes were soaked, heavy, caked with mud and sand. Germans at the top cut them as fast as they were thrown. Others dropped grenades over the edge. The cliff itself was crumbling, chunks of rock falling on the men below.
The Rangers climbed anyway.
It took 15 to 20 minutes to scale the face under constant fire. Men fell. Men kept climbing over the ones who fell. By the time most of the battalion reached the top, they had already lost more than 20 killed or wounded just in the climb.
Then they found the guns.
The emplacements were empty. The Germans had quietly moved all six guns days earlier, anticipating an attack. The entire mission, the cliff, the ropes, the dead, had been built around guns that were not there.
Rudder did not stop. He sent small patrols south. A two-man team moving down a narrow road 500 meters from the cliff found all five of the remaining guns hidden in an apple orchard, unguarded, with German ammunition stacked beside them. They destroyed all five with thermite grenades. If those guns had fired on the beaches that morning, the casualty count at Utah and Omaha would have been catastrophic.
Then the Germans counterattacked.
Cut off from Allied forces, out of ammunition, with no reinforcements coming, Rudder's Rangers held Pointe du Hoc for two days against repeated assaults from the German 914th Grenadier Regiment. They scrounged weapons from dead Germans. They held a perimeter that shrank tighter with every hour.
Of the 225 Rangers who started the climb, 135 were killed, wounded, or missing by the time relief finally arrived.
They were the first American unit to fully complete its D-Day objective.
Today is June 6th.
Remember them.
Jesus talked about money more than heaven and hell combined.
11 of His 39 parables are about money and possessions.
1 in every 7 verses in the Gospel of Luke touches on wealth.
He wasn't uncomfortable with the topic.
He was relentless about it because He knew what it does to the human heart.
Here's what He actually taught.
Not the prosperity version.
Not the poverty version.
The real one. 🧵
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In 1978, a student working a summer job at minimum wage could earn enough to cover an entire year of in-state tuition at a four-year public university, often without needing to take on debt.
In 1978, a student earning the federal minimum wage could realistically pay for an entire year of in-state tuition at a public four-year university with a typical summer job. With minimum wage set at $2.65 per hour and average annual tuition and required fees around $688, a student working 40 hours a week for 12 weeks could earn about $1,272 before taxes—more than enough to cover tuition and still have money left for books, transportation, and other expenses.
That reality has largely disappeared. While the federal minimum wage has remained at $7.25 per hour for years, average in-state tuition and fees at public four-year universities have climbed to roughly $11,000 annually. Covering tuition alone at minimum wage would now require more than 1,500 hours of work before taxes, the equivalent of nearly 38 weeks of full-time employment—far beyond what a student could earn during a normal summer break.
Before a single Allied soldier set foot on Normandy, before the battleships opened fire, before the paratroopers jumped, before any of it, a fleet of small ships sailed alone into the darkness toward the most heavily mined waters in the world.
Nobody talks about the minesweepers.
They should.
By June 1944, the Germans had laid over 6,000 mines across the approaches to the Normandy coast. Contact mines that detonated on impact. Magnetic mines triggered by a ship's hull. Pressure mines activated by the wake of a passing vessel. And some of the most sinister weapons ever devised: mines fitted with ship counters, designed to let several vessels pass safely overhead before exploding under the one that followed. You could sweep a channel, declare it clean, and still die.
The entire D-Day plan rested on one brutal fact: 6,939 ships could not reach the beaches without someone going first to clear the way.
That job fell to 350 minesweepers.
On the night of June 5, hours before the invasion fleet moved, the minesweepers sailed. No escort. No cover. Just small ships pushing into the dark, dragging wire sweeps through the water, cutting the cables of moored mines and listening for the sound of their own death.
They swept 10 separate channels, each 400 yards wide, all the way from England to the coast of France. They were operating within range of German shore batteries. In complete darkness. In rough seas with strong currents constantly pushing them off course, forcing sweeps to be repeated. Keeping formation in those conditions, in the dark, without lights, was nearly impossible.
The Germans never detected them.
Think about what that means. Hundreds of ships, running without lights, dragging equipment through the water, close enough to the French coast to be well within range of shore batteries, and the Germans had no idea they were there.
By 3:30 in the morning, all 10 channels were clear.
The price was paid. USS Osprey struck a mine on June 5 and went down in minutes, killing 6 men. They were the first casualties of the entire D-Day operation, killed before the invasion had officially begun, their names barely known to history. USS Corry struck a mine off Utah Beach and sank so fast her crew barely had time to abandon ship.
These men knew exactly what they were sailing into. Minesweepers do not have the armor of a destroyer or the firepower of a cruiser. They are small. They are slow. They go first because someone has to, and they go knowing that the mine that kills them is one they simply never found.
When the great armada finally moved, when 6,939 ships began crossing the Channel toward France, every single one of them sailed through corridors those men had cut in the dark.
Every landing craft that reached the beach. Every tank that came ashore. Every soldier who stepped onto Normandy and lived. They all passed through water that had been cleared, in silence, in darkness, hours before dawn, by men most people have never heard of.
The liberation of Europe sailed in their wake.