🚨Naval Academy graduate and Marine Corps Reserve 2ndLt Robinson sets the record straight about wearing his Dress Blues to the Cincinnati Bengals’ opening game.
You make us proud young man! Semper Fi 🫡
20 years ago a handful of Marines did a fantasy football draft on pen and paper in a plywood shack in Fallujah, keeping score manually as the season went on. League is still going. 20-year meet up in San Diego. Tall ships (HMS Surprise), crayons, commemorative ink and good dudes
On Monday I received a text from the United States Marines asking me if Peyton had interest in joining the Marines after high school next year.
I had a little laugh, a moment of sad, and then responded back and thanked him for reaching out. I thanked him for his service and explained that Peyton was a special needs child and would not qualify. He responded back and said no problem Ma’am, would Peyton like any stickers or a t-shirt from the Marines? I told him Peyton would be honored to wear a USMC t-shirt. He said he would make sure he got one.
I assumed he meant he would drop it in the mail. He did not, he hand delivered Peyton’s t-shirt to him today!
Meet Staff Sergeant Anthony Sandoval United States Marine! Thank you Sgt. Sandoval, you are a true Marine and we are grateful to have met you today!
Credit: Jennifer Carr-Forman
@tattoobaker PAC 10 & NCAA reverse the 2006 Oregon football win over Oklahoma in Eugene, OR…..after irrefutable video evidence showed that a late game onsides kick by the Ducks did not go the required 10 yards before being touched by the kicking team; and was clearly recovered by a Sooner.
@tattoobaker@Big12Pokes Not the flex you think it is. Mateer puts it right where only his WR can get to it. Playing against taller, more athletic DB’s in the SEC requires this. That said, looking forward to what Drew can do this year; y’all gonna need it.
This picture broke my heart and made me tear up.
This is what the @okcthunder means to the state of Oklahoma.
A child wrote a letter to their dad.
Wishing they could watch a Thunder game together.
Wishing for one more moment that can never come back.
Today, when the Thunder step on that court, it’s bigger than a playoff game.
It’s about a community.
It’s about memory.
It’s about carrying each other forward.
It’s more than basketball.
It’s fathers and daughters. Mothers and sons. Families holding on to something that still connects them.
That’s what people don’t always understand about Oklahoma.
April 19th is not just a date here. It’s something people carry with them.
168 lives taken. Families changed forever.
A pain that never fully leaves, but a strength that never fades.
When I see this chair, and that jersey, and those words, I don’t just see loss. I see love that never disappeared.
Oklahoma doesn’t forget.
#Oklahoma stands together.
And today, we remember.
#ThunderUp
So I gave everything I had, not just because it was my job, but because it was a responsibility.
People talk about culture in sports as something that is created through discipline, habits, and accountability. Oklahoma taught me that culture runs deeper than that.
Culture is memory.
It is understanding what a community has been through and choosing to honor it, not with words, but with how you show up every day.
I came to Oklahoma City to play basketball, but before I played a single game, this state showed me something far more important than wins or losses.
It showed me what it means to carry the weight of a place with dignity.
It showed me that there are people in those arenas who have lived through the unthinkable and still choose to stand, to cheer, to believe.
And it taught me that when you step onto that court in Oklahoma, you are not just playing a game.
You are honoring 168 lives.
You are stepping into a story that did not begin with you and will not end with you.
I played 180 games for the Oklahoma City Thunder, and before every single one, I reminded myself of that responsibility.
Each night, I dedicated the game to one of the 168 people who lost their lives in that attack.
Every time I stepped onto the court, I carried a name with me.
A life.
A story that was taken too soon.
And over time, I realized something I will never forget.
For me, those were games.
For them, there were no second chances.
And if you truly understand that, then giving anything less than everything you have is not just a mistake.
It is a failure to honor who they are.
Today was one of the hardest and proudest days of my life.
Tears in my eyes, but pride in my heart.
Our son Matthew left today for a six-month deployment with the United States Air Force. His first deployment.
I was the exact same age he is now when I went on my first deployment, and today I finally understood what my parents must have felt when they watched me leave. That quiet mix of pride, fear, love, and letting go.
It’s bittersweet watching your child grow into a man who is willing to serve something bigger than himself. You raise them, you teach them, you try to prepare them for the world… and one day they put on a uniform and step into it.
I am incredibly proud of you, Matthew.
I pray for your safety and for all the young men and women serving our country around the world.
I pray they all come home safe to their families and friends.
God bless you, buddy.
We love you and miss you already. 🇺🇸
@NoFallenHeroes@SuziNFH