(1) Comparison is a thief of joy. They're both great. (2) If this Seger performance doesn't get you going, you might wanna check yourself for a pulse. youtu.be/zy1cwiiqBas?is=m7FP…

Nobody can force these buffoons to wear their shirts at the ballpark like gentlemen, but television broadcasts of #MLB games could choose to not reward their poor behavior by putting the camera on them. This may be a worse trend than the wave, which is saying something.

There really is an unspoken comfort in knowing that no matter what, Waffle House is always there for you. On your worst day, there is still someone waiting for you with hash browns.

There's no reason to come on here and be outraged about the state of major college athletics. Those things many of us grew up romanticizing? It's all over, and I'm not sure it ever existed. Either cheer for your favorite laundry or find something else to do with your Saturdays.

Anytime. We all have a lot fewer rounds remaining in our lives than we think we do. Play from whatever set of tees allows you to experience your personal definition of joy. Disregard anyone's opinion that is contradictory to your joy.

They're not going to call and ask me, but if LIV consistently played in Europe (Saturday and Sunday morning TV window in the U.S.), at courses the caliber of Valderrama and cut out incessant EDM in the background, it could be a viable mid-senior tour/TV product post-PIF.

(1) Keep working. (2) Save the money so my family can live comfortably after I'm gone.

If you have an #Astros fan in your life, be a good sport and don't remind them tonight that they let this guy go, straight up, for Nick Allen. #Braves

Enough to bring a tear to the eye of @mdowneyATU. (And I respect that). #Home

As I was saying...if you are the Alabama equipment manager and you are reading this, time to find some white or crimson or something uniforms. #WCWS

Cool looking little storm rolling in from the north side of Russellville at about 8 p.m. Monday, June 1. #ARWX

Two-run home run Texas Tech. Red Raiders lead 4-2 in the fifth. I don't believe in curses, but (a) I don't recall a team ever winning a game wearing anthracite and (b), if I was Alabama, I'd do a quick change before game two. #WCWS

Either the #Knicks will get their first title since 1973 or the #Spurs will give Pop one more for the road/formally begin the Era of Wembanyama. Either way, the #NBAFinals will deliver a great storyline.

Well, they've fooled around and let Ronnie get hot. Not a good idea. #Braves

They have several @QuikTrip convenience stores. I could go for a couple more on Interstate 40 between Henryetta and Weatherford.

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Walter Sillers Coliseum at Delta State University is one of the best and most historic basketball venues in the United States.

That play in the booth by @CJNitkowski is evidence of why us invaluable play-by-play guys generally roll with a former player to serve as security. Protect @BrandonGaudin at all costs. #Braves

The amount of golf that would be played if marriage suddenly ceased to exist would be staggering. Perhaps unmanageable. On second thought, maybe we just stick with this societal structure.

Super Sky Point to Bob Horner. He was the NL Rookie of the Year and an All-Star but if you were around back then you know he was more than that. Much more. He was a fixture in the homes of millions of us through the miracle of cable television during those epic childhood summers that seemed like they’d never end. I was a fan for over 40 years but had never met Bob until I interviewed him last December about Dale Murphy’s Hall of Fame case. As you’d expect, Bob was a fierce advocate for his fellow Fulton County basher. How could he not be? They were Murph and Horner. Horner and Murph. The Hall and Oates of the Launching Pad. You know, these sky points all suck to write but this one hurts more than most. The four-homer game, the bad perm, Chief Noc-A-Homa waiting by his teepee for another Horner long ball. I have tweeted a lot about Bob Horner through the years and it’s because he represents to me, and I suspect many of you too, something far bigger than baseball: WTBS coming out of the magic box on top of my 400-pound Zenith, cool air coming through my bedroom window after another afternoon of Wiffle Ball, and Rick Mahler (probably) toeing the rubber at about 7:05 while hoping to keep the Braves in it with smoke and mirrors long enough for Horner and Murph to do some damage. And me sprawled out on green and yellow shag carpet in Kentucky paying 100 times more attention to Skip Caray, Ernie Johnson, and Pete Van Wieren than any of my teachers. Farewell, you sweet slugging bastard. Tell St. Peter you brought your glove for the hot corner and to write you into the cleanup spot. #RIP