How do you throw 101 mph? 🤔
Jackson Flora takes you through it, step by step.
One of the best descriptions of pitching mechanics you'll see from a college pitcher!
KPD is asking for the public’s help to find Dana Bass, 57.
If you see Bass, call 911. If you have any info about where she may be, contact @tn_crime at 877-363-8847.
@StephenHargis@DavidSPaschall I did the same! In a little rental car with my wife, my 8 yr old daughter, my 5 yr old son, and my 18 yr old nephew. We left Omaha ~1130pm after we won the championship and reached Knoxville around 1pm the next day. Awesome memories made, and I'm so thankful we experienced it.
🚨BREAKING: The Department of Justice has launched a religious discrimination investigation into Major League Baseball over the San Francisco Giants' handling of players who wrote Bible verses on their caps during the team's Pride Night celebration.
"This double standard — under which players may not inscribe Bible verses on hats for one game only but may wear 'Black Lives Matter' patches for one game only — calls MLB's true motives into question and raises serious concerns about MLB's compliance with Title VII," @AAGDhillon wrote to Commissioner Rob Manfred.
@DaileyVincent Me and my family listened to the entire album on Amazon music and sadly you all have changed so much. You don't even sound like yourself. My little girl has always loved D&V but she even said, "Daddy, I am not a fan of these songs." Hopefully you get back to your roots soon.
So the local NBC affiliate @wbir is covering Vandy on their website. When you go to their website, LOCKED ON VANDY immediately pops up and a guy is discussing a recent VANDY commit. On the day that Kenneth Simon flipped to the VOLS, @wbir chooses to cover VANDY? What?!?!
To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.