@BryanTweed16 In some ways, it would be great to touch the green grass of home one more time. But time passes. Things change. You can move with the changes or become consumed by them.
Two-run home run Texas Tech. Red Raiders lead 4-2 in the fifth.
I don't believe in curses, but (a) I don't recall a team ever winning a game wearing anthracite and (b), if I was Alabama, I'd do a quick change before game two.
#WCWS
Two-run home run Texas Tech. Red Raiders lead 4-2 in the fifth.
I don't believe in curses, but (a) I don't recall a team ever winning a game wearing anthracite and (b), if I was Alabama, I'd do a quick change before game two.
#WCWS
Either the #Knicks will get their first title since 1973 or the #Spurs will give Pop one more for the road/formally begin the Era of Wembanyama. Either way, the #NBAFinals will deliver a great storyline.
That play in the booth by @CJNitkowski is evidence of why us invaluable play-by-play guys generally roll with a former player to serve as security. Protect @BrandonGaudin at all costs. #Braves
The amount of golf that would be played if marriage suddenly ceased to exist would be staggering. Perhaps unmanageable. On second thought, maybe we just stick with this societal structure.
Super Sky Point to Bob Horner. He was the NL Rookie of the Year and an All-Star but if you were around back then you know he was more than that. Much more. He was a fixture in the homes of millions of us through the miracle of cable television during those epic childhood summers that seemed like theyโd never end.
I was a fan for over 40 years but had never met Bob until I interviewed him last December about Dale Murphyโs Hall of Fame case. As youโd expect, Bob was a fierce advocate for his fellow Fulton County basher. How could he not be? They were Murph and Horner. Horner and Murph. The Hall and Oates of the Launching Pad.
You know, these sky points all suck to write but this one hurts more than most. The four-homer game, the bad perm, Chief Noc-A-Homa waiting by his teepee for another Horner long ball. I have tweeted a lot about Bob Horner through the years and itโs because he represents to me, and I suspect many of you too, something far bigger than baseball: WTBS coming out of the magic box on top of my 400-pound Zenith, cool air coming through my bedroom window after another afternoon of Wiffle Ball, and Rick Mahler (probably) toeing the rubber at about 7:05 while hoping to keep the Braves in it with smoke and mirrors long enough for Horner and Murph to do some damage. And me sprawled out on green and yellow shag carpet in Kentucky paying 100 times more attention to Skip Caray, Ernie Johnson, and Pete Van Wieren than any of my teachers.
Farewell, you sweet slugging bastard. Tell St. Peter you brought your glove for the hot corner and to write you into the cleanup spot. #RIP
@coachwwest@tommyreamon Don't sweat it. Just makes the lane wider for people with the courage to unabashedly pursue their passion with the understanding that the only validation that matters is that which comes from within.