Bob Swartz

Chief Financial Officer of jThree, Inc. - Jimmy John's franchisee. I have a wonderful wife, Mary, and two beautiful children, Landon and Lyla.

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Season Recap New Team Records
-35 wins
-142 stolen bases
-18 triples
-85 HBP
-32 wins regular season

Outright Regular season Championship-first since 1964

Tournament Chanpions

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And AI for the win

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Regular season concludes with the Big Blue breaking the school record for wins at 32. On to the tournament!! See you at Workman Stadium!

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CCIW 2026 regular season conference Champs

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There is a new Hit King 👑for the Big Blue.
With a 5 hit day Sam Bushur now has a career total of 215 hits, passing Tommy Shaw.

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Come on out and see the Big Blue today at 5pm and celebrate and thank our military and first responders!!

[Farm Girl Carrie 👩‍🌾 @FarmGirlCarrie]

If you weren’t sure what a

“Color Revolution” 🫟 is,

this young lady has the perfect explanation.

We’ve been going through a

“Color Revolution” in the U.S. since 2016.

(I’m sure you can guess those involved).

Great one to bookmark and share.

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@BigBlueBaseball Hope they enjoyed it! Wish I could have been there (kind of)!!! Let's keep stacking W's boys!

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As a huge fan of the Olympics, I absolutley adore this video. The Olympics personify the joy of sport and I can't get enough.

[Tansu Yegen @TansuYegen]

One of the purest Olympic moments you’ll ever see 😭❤️

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Big Blue open the weekend with a win 8-1 over #15 Webster.
3 run HR Sophomore Easton Steck
Dominant pitching once again from sophomores Akins and Reiman.

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@BigBlueBaseball Let's go!!!

[Jon Root @JonnyRoot_]

There seems to be a lot of confusion & backlash, especially from the Christian community, about Kid Rock‘s performance during TPUSA‘s All-American Halftime Show.

I believe I can clear things up…

Kid Rock started his set by performing “Bawitdaba”, which came out in 1999. It a vulgar song, referencing topless dancers, drinking, crooked cops, bastards, etc. Hearing that was a shock to a lot of us. Rightfully so. It felt worldly, which I believe was the point…

Next, there was an acoustic set with two people playing a Christian hymn. It was meant to be an emotional bridge to what came next…

Finally, it transitioned to Kid Rock, his stage name, being introduced back to the stage as Robert Ritchie, his birth name. He then played a revised version of “Til’ You Can’t”, which included lyrics about Jesus Christ. He also spoke about Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross, encouraged people to follow Christ, and to read their Bibles.

This was supposed to be an artistic way of portraying a redemption story.

I don’t know Kid Rock’s walk with Christ, but he used this moment to point people to Christ, and I rejoice in that (Philippians 1:15-18)

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

Four Old Men. Two Wheelchairs. One Beach. Alan Alda’s 90th Birthday

January 28, 2026.

Alan Alda turned 90.

His family planned a safe celebration at home.

Cake. Balloons. Grandkids.

Alan said no.

“I don’t want a party,” he said.

His daughter frowned.

“Dad… you’re turning ninety. This is a big deal.”

“I know,” Alan said.

“But I don’t want to celebrate here.”

“Then where?”

Alan didn’t hesitate.

“I want to go to the beach.”

The room went still.

“The beach?”

“Dad, you’re in a wheelchair.”

“You can barely stand.”

Alan smiled.

That smile.

The Hawkeye Pierce smile — the one that always meant something stubborn was coming.

“So?”

By that afternoon, he had already decided who was coming.

“The four of us,” he said.

“The last four.”

Gary Burghoff.

Jamie Farr.

Mike Farrell.

And himself.

The final survivors of the 4077th.

“No cameras. No interviews. No speeches,” Alan said.

“Just us.”

The phone calls began.

Gary answered first.

“Happy birthday, old man! Ninety!”

“Thanks. I need you to drive.”

“Drive where?”

“To the beach.”

A pause.

“Alan… you’re in a wheelchair.”

“So are facts. They don’t stop me either.”

Gary laughed.

That Radar laugh Alan had known for over fifty years.

“Fine. But I’m not pushing you through sand.”

“I’ll crawl if I have to.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m Hawkeye. Same thing.”

Jamie Farr was next.

“The beach?” Jamie said.

“I’m ninety-one and in a wheelchair.”

“Then we’ll have two wheelchairs at the beach.”

“Like a parade?”

“Like a victory lap.”

Jamie laughed until his voice cracked.

“You haven’t changed since 1972.”

“And you’re still Klinger.”

“Fine. I’m in.”

Mike Farrell sighed the moment he answered.

“Let me guess,” he said.

“You want me to push your wheelchair.”

“Yes.”

“I’m eighty-six. I use a cane.”

“BJ Hunnicutt once saved a man with dental floss,” Alan said.

“You’ll manage.”

Long pause.

“…Fine.”

January 28. 6:00 a.m.

Gary arrived in a rented van.

Two wheelchair spaces.

He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

At Alan’s house, his daughter hovered.

“Dad, are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“What if something happens?”

“Something is always about to happen at ninety,” Alan said.

“Might as well happen at the beach.”

Jamie was waiting outside his house.

Wheelchair. Sunglasses.

Hawaiian shirt.

“You coordinated outfits?” Gary asked.

“It’s tradition,” Jamie said.

“The 4077th always matched.”

Mike showed up next.

Also in a Hawaiian shirt.

Four old men.

One van.

Heading west.

On the drive, memories filled the air.

Harry driving too fast.

Larry bringing his own wine.

Radar making everyone cry.

Klinger never sleeping.

When the MASH* theme song came on, no one spoke.

After it ended, Alan said quietly,

“That song used to annoy me.”

“Now?”

“Now it just reminds me how lucky we were.”

At Malibu, reality hit.

Wheelchairs don’t work on sand.

Jamie grumbled.

Mike rubbed his back.

Alan stared at the ocean.

Gary disappeared.

Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two lifeguards and two beach wheelchairs.

One lifeguard whispered,

“My grandmother watched MASH* every night.”

It took time.

Transfers were slow.

Hands trembled.

Bones protested.

But they made it.

To the water.

Alan closed his eyes.

The sound of waves.

Salt in the air.

Sun on his face.

“I forgot what this felt like,” he said.

They talked about the ones who weren’t there.

McLean.

Wayne.

Larry.

Harry.

Bill.

David.

Loretta.

Jamie finally broke the silence.

“Let’s race.”

Two wheelchairs.

Two pushers.

One rock.

They raced.

They tied.

People on the beach stared.

A teenager asked, “What are those old guys doing?”

His mother said, “Living.”

As the sun set, Alan spoke.

“This might be the last time.”

No one argued.

“That’s why it matters,” he said.

“Because we know.”

He made a wish.

“One more year.”

“One more adventure.”

“Korea. Together.”

They promised.

[Bob Swartz @swartz34]

@grantmcatee1210 Good luck Grant! We are very excited for you!

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Not. Done. Yet.

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𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓:
QB Philip Rivers has more children (10) than any Somalian Daycare in Minnesota (0) 😂

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@CoachBarnett_OL Merry Christmas George!

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@yuenglingbeer Merry Christmas and thank you for sharing your sweet nectar with us. So wonderful!!

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@wandtvnews So sad how prejudice WAND has become. Used to enjoy the newscasts.

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@repkingtrep33 Score?