@marshallpruett@RACERHQ Marshall, your enthusiasm is so infectious……thanks for being you brother. Was hoping to see you at the memorabilia show, maybe next time. Get some rest you earned this one.
When is everyone going to start realizing that the manic on again off again war/peace rhetoric is really just insider trading?
And sprinkle in some murder.
Only a select few in the top tax bracket are benefiting from this, and the majority of you ain’t in it.
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This is the last odds we got before the race on NBC
TO Elvis listed at 12-1
Wins easy at 5-1
You thought you were getting a $26 winner. You got a $12 winner
What a terrible look for racing. Happy this happened on national TV. What a fucking joke they’ve let the CAWs become
RIP Merle Bettenhausen, such a kind man who was so special to so many of us. He was a talented race car driver, but an even better person. I cherished the times I got to speak with him. RIP Merle, you will be greatly missed.
I can think of a hundred Troy Murray stories on the ice and off, but I’ll just offer one, if you’ll allow…
It was clean-out-your lockers day and press availability in 2014, a couple days after a brutal, Game 7 OT loss to LA in the WCF, a bad break away from what would have ultimately been a three-peat. Pretty somber day for the local hockey club. As we spoke to Joel Quenneville, seated in rows of reporters, and just before I was to get the microphone, Troy was sitting next to me and for reasons neither of us could explain, he placed his hand gently on my thigh and kept it there. Like little kids in the back of the class, we began to giggle and then outright laugh. We could not stop. Bob Verdi, to the other side of me, and Meghan Bower, on Troy’s side, looked at the fools we were and turned away from the nonsense. I would have departed, but as I tried to stand, Troy squeezed my leg and wouldn’t let go. Meghan wisely passed the mic elsewhere, as I could not speak. I noticed Joel answering questions while occasionally glancing in our direction. Children. Just a pair of children screwing around at an inappropriate time.
I think many things when I think of Troy. His first fight, which went laughably bad. Swallowing his bridge. The famous OT goal. 99 points and his Selke defense of 99. The Clydesdales. The Minnesota wars. Playing a series in ’86 with broken ribs and a broken hand. His fearlessness. The terrific hockey player. Scotch and cigars in the radio booth at 2 a.m. after the Hawks won the Cup at home. The stand-up guy. The ridiculous golf outings. Yet, my favorite is that day and his hand on my leg. Whatever that says. I dunno.
I’m sad for you and your family, bud. And I’ll miss you. #RIP #TroyMurray #blackhawks