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Sunday Sundown Rundown - 8/7/16

3 Up

1. Zion Harvey - Zion unfortunately lost his hands to a bacterial infection at the age of two. Zion then became the first child in the world to receive a double hand transplant. He went on to throw out the first pitch at an Orioles games this week. Awesome story. 

2. Katie Ledecky - So not only did Ledecky make us all feel insecure when she brought home a gold medal at the age of fifteen four years ago in London, but she decided to smash a world record she set in convincing fashion this week. Oh yeah, and she picked up another gold medal in doing so. 

3. Ichiro - What can you say? This dude is 42 years old, and still hitting, and now, the 30th member of the 3,000 hit club. Ichiro really is one of the best players to ever play this game. It's so amazing to think he began his career here in the states at 27. What could have been? 

3 Down

1. Paul O'Neal - Another young black man killed due to police violence. There needs to be a change, in both communities, and for all. This has to stop. 

2. NFL Hall of Fame Game - I'm not really much of a football fan, however, as a professional sport manager, how the NFL dropped the ball on this event, is beyond me. Completely unacceptable for a league that practically prints money. But you know, who cares? 

3. NBC Olympic Coverage - I really enjoy the summer Olympics, especially hearing the stories of the athletes and seeing sports not typically in the mainstream conscience. However, I wasn't a fan of the opening ceremony as NBC cut to footage of the US athletes every chance they go. Come on. It just felt like such propoganda. 

1 Sad

1. Alex Rodriguez Retirement - I can't believe it is finally coming to an end. A-Rod was the most fascinating athlete I've ever seen in my lifetime. After all, just check the Page of Fame here on this little blog. To understand that this is it is saddening. Will take the week to wrap my mind around this. 

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