Unfortunately, Game 3 of the 2014 ALCS between the Baltimore Orioles and the Kansas City Royals was rained out today, thus breaking the baseball binge I have been on as of late. I am going through some withdrawal (already!) so I figured I would post one of my first and favorite memories of post-season baseball. 1995 was truly special, and sometimes I wish Mattingly stuck around just long enough to be a part of some of the dynasty years. With that said, here its, in one of my favorite calls ever in sports, "Ohhhhhh hang on to the roof!":
Welcome to the NBA, Bronny James! In what was the worst-kept novelty of a storyline in the sports world in LeBron and Bronny one day gracing the NBA together, we're finally here! First, congrats to Bronny! Entering the NBA is incredibly difficult, especially more than ever considering its global reach. Regardless, he is now part of the fraternity and amongst the elite in the game. Haters will say what they want, but he's there. And second, congratulations to LeBron and Savannah James. What will be lost in all of this is that they raised a strong young man who yes, took advantage of his access and genetics, and is now at this point in his life - his ultimate goal. Bronny at the core, had no reason to want this - none. He easily could have rested, relaxed, and enjoyed the spoils of this birth lottery. Instead, he wanted what h knew would be the shadow of a massive legacy - and still did the work. That takes guts. I commend the kid for not resting on Dad's name and wealth.