“And what about our sins? Slavery was the original sin, and I won’t sand it down. The founders knew it. Jefferson knew it, and he owned slaves — the hypocrisy was staring right at them, and they kept kicking the can down the road. But here is what a poisoned telling of our history leaves out: the New England colonies began rejecting slavery before England itself did. And when the reckoning finally came, hundreds of thousands of men died on battlefields to make other men free. “As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,” read the original lyrics of the Battle Hymn of the Republic. That’s propitiation. One man suffers so others go free. A nation that will bleed that much to right its own wrong is not an evil nation. It is a great one, straining toward becoming a more perfect one. We had a black president. We had a black vice president. Our Secretary of State is the son of Cuban refugees. Anyone telling you the story that nothing here ever gets better is selling you something.”
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I’ve been going to College World Series games for 40+ years. The teams change, every region of the country, generation after generation.
You know what has never changed though? The people. The fans are first class, always, wherever they’re from.
Anyone who thinks America is running low on good, decent folks needs to get out more. I’ve watched them fill these stands for four decades. They come from everywhere, and they’re always wonderful.
I’ve been going to College World Series games for 40+ years. The teams change, every region of the country, generation after generation.
You know what has never changed though? The people. The fans are first class, always, wherever they’re from.
Anyone who thinks America is running low on good, decent folks needs to get out more. I’ve watched them fill these stands for four decades. They come from everywhere, and they’re always wonderful.
@coachbfric The best coaches are willing to make tough decisions and hold fast to their convictions. Hopefully, this proves beneficial to the player as well.
Thank you to…
everyone who played for @WVUBaseball in the 135 seasons of ball
Every player, fan and coach that endured Harley Field
Everyone that has watched games during freezing rain and snow
Every fan lined up the past two weekends to will their beloved team to victory!
Every fan in every nook, cranny and ���holler” that cheer for the Mountaineers in good times and bad like their lives depend on it
@CoachMazey and his family for investing their time and talents into this program
And ESPECIALLY @stevesabins, his staff and the @WVUBaseball team for giving Mountaineers all over the world moments we’ll never forget.
Let’s go to Omaha and make some noise @WVUSports!!! Those Country Roads lead home but also lead to Omaha!!!!
So “From Weirton to Welch, from Martinsburg to Matewan and all points in between” let’s celebrate. You did this! Let’s Go!!!!
GOD BLESS YOU SIR 🫵🏻🫡
My respect 96 years .
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AMERICAN MADE .
The GOAT !!
Clint Eastwood Said Something About Getting Old That Stopped Me Cold.
Aging is not gentle.
You are still here. Still present. Still watching the world move. But the body that carried you through everything - the wars, the work, the wildness of youth - begins to ask for more than you can give it. Joints that never complained now speak up in the morning. Eyes that once took in everything now flinch at the light. Breathing, which never required a single thought, starts needing little pauses.
But none of that is the hardest part.
The hardest part is the quiet.
At a certain age, you reach for the phone and remember there is no one left to call.
The people who knew you when you were young - who remembered the same summers, the same streets, the same faces
- are gone. One by one, then all at once, until the memories you carry have no one left to share them with.
So you tell the stories anyway.
To whoever will listen. With a little more color than perhaps the truth deserves. With a touch of pride you've earned and a grief you don't always name. You know the person across from you wasn't there. You know they can't quite feel it the way you do.
But you tell them. Because the telling is the holding on.
Those stories are not just memories. They are the proof that a life was lived. That people were loved. That things mattered.
And if no one asks for them - you offer them anyway, quietly, like setting something down on a table and hoping someone picks it up.
Old age is not simply what happens to a face or a body.
It is memory looking for a place to rest.
And what an older person needs - more than advice, more than solutions, more than someone telling them how to feel - is simply someone willing to sit down, be still, and listen.
Not to fix anything.
Just to be there.
That is the whole gift. And it costs nothing.
~Wild Whispers .
@TheHurricaneBen Whats dirty here? Muncy got there first. Perhaps MLB should do as the college level does and modify first base to avoid these types of collisions