IT Executive...Husband to the greatest wife ever. Proud dad of one Buffalo Bill and one Miami Dolphin long snapper. Proud son of US Marine. UT Vol alum '87. VFL
For all who are complaining about the @SpaceX valuation for its IPO, it’s a free market. Don’t buy it.
For those who believe in future and @elonmusk , it’s a free market, buy it.
RT If you are going to invest
Mike Tirico told me his secret.
It wasn't talent.
It wasn't luck.
It was what he does on every flight home.
A few years ago, I met him at a restaurant bar in Indianapolis during the Big Ten tournament. One of the biggest voices in sports.
He didn't lead with his résumé. He introduced himself. He asked questions. He cared about every person in the room before anyone cared about him.
Eventually, I asked him what made him great.
He said after every game he calls, on the flight home, he pulls up the broadcast and watches it back.
Listens to his own voice. Hunts for the misses. The dead air. The calls he wishes he could have over.
Every game. Twenty-plus years in.
He wasn't born world-class. He worked his way there one flight at a time.
The best in any room are usually the ones still grading themselves the hardest.
World-class isn't a personality.
It's a habit.
Killer new member’s only logo for the Atlanta Athletic Club, designed by House Metcalf. The Calamity Jane putter-flagpole is a nice nod to the club’s Bobby Jones connection.
@chambleebrandel@Jeffrey63285845 To suggest a public company has no agency is not accurate as they absolutely do. It might be more constrained than a player’s agency but it does exist. Any company can refuse investment if it tarnishes the brand or otherwise lessens shareholder value. Do a little homework.
@jerzzydevl @stand4america83 @CM1559845@yogurtraisin@GolfRamble Yes, free enterprise is great and always will be. I mean with that logic I guess the WNBA and a few other leagues fit that model right…lol
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Dietrich Bonhoeffer was hanged by the Nazis on April 9, 1945 at the Flossenbürg concentration camp.
A camp doctor who was there gave this eyewitness account:
“On the morning of that day between five and six o’clock the prisoners, including Admiral Canaris, General Oster and state attorney Dr. Sack were taken from their cells and the verdicts of the court martial read out to them. Through the half-open door in one room of the huts, I saw Pastor Bonhoeffer, before taking off his prison garb, kneeling on the floor praying fervently to his God. I was most deeply moved by the way this lovable man prayed, so devout and so certain that God heard his prayer. At the place of execution, he again said a short prayer, and then climbed the steps to the gallows, brave and composed. His death ensued after a few seconds. In the almost fifty years that I worked as a doctor, I have hardly ever seen a man die so entirely submissive to the will of God.”
Bonhoeffer's last recorded words: "This is the end—for me the beginning of life."
This was not written by me, but it touched me deeply…
Sunday is coming.
“He received 39 stripes because 40 was known to kill a man. They wanted him alive. They held handfuls of his beard, and hair and pulled it out by the roots. They wanted him alive. They kicked, punched, and spit on him for hours. Until there wasn't a single spot on his body not covered in blood. They wanted him alive.
They shoved a crown of thorns down on his head so harshly it stuck in his skin. They wanted him alive. After hours of being beaten, mocked, whipped, flogged, and tortured they made him walk with a cross. They made him carry it. A rough piece of wood with splinters digging into fresh wounds. They wanted him alive.
They wanted him to feel every ounce of pain they could bring. He had to feel it in order to heal us. Crucifixion was historically one of the cruelest most tortured deaths a human could face. Hours upon hours of torture. Torture most of us can not mentally think of because the cruelty isn't normal. It isn't something our minds can comprehend. We celebrate Easter with pastel colors, happy children hunting eggs, and chocolate. Truth is there was absolutely nothing happy about the day Jesus died. It was cruel, bloody, and nasty.
He could have stopped all of it. He could have called every angel in heaven to demolish every person standing and shouting "Crucify Him!" He didn't. He knew in order to have a Sunday you have to have a Friday. He knew in order to have joy you have to carry your cross. He felt everything that day. He felt how your heart broke wide open when you had to watch your baby die. He felt how heavy your life was when you were staring down the barrel of a gun wondering if the man you called husband was going to shoot you. He carried the weight of the burden you have felt since your spouse died, and life just doesn't seem right since.
On that cross he held the rapist and murderers, the sinner and the saint. He leveled every playing field and said ALL of you are worth it. He knew he had to carry the cross. He never promised the cross you carry in this life would not be heavy. His wasn't. His promise is that Sunday is coming.
No matter how heavy Friday is. Financially, emotionally, mentally, or physically. Friday is heavy. That cross is weighing you down and you are about to crumble under its weight. His promise was simply this. He won't make you carry it alone. What kind of king would step down from his throne for this?
Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of God did. For you. He did every bit of it for you and me. Oh yes, it is heavy. So heavy sometimes you do not think you can take one more step. But look up, because Sunday is coming.”
I play golf with a guy sometimes at the club.
He fills every divot, his and others, fixes ball marks anywhere he sees them.
He’ll also pick trash from the bushes.
Sweet, kind, gentleman.
Also a billionaire.
Be that guy.