Let me tell you a love story. True story, happened when I was sick one day, not deathbed sick, migraine sick. Riley, my wife's Shih-Tzu, never left my side that day, at one point he jumped up on the couch and curled up by my feet.
For me, confidence was defined on October 18th, 1977. A Tuesday. I was lying on the living room couch, half-asleep, drifting in and out of a game I didn't have any dogs in. Didn't care who won, didn't care who lost.
Expect most of my if'n's to be left hanging when I'm all said and done. A good life, made better, when all the if'ns are gone. Imagine, instead of having a bucket list, you have a bucket life.
Check out the look on Elite rookie Brandon Palaniuk's face. I'm used to that look; Brandon's not used to me yet. If you think you know this kid, I'm going to shock you.
I am the only guy over the age of 12 in the room. Even though I know everyone in the room, I don't want to be here. I want to be anywhere else. I can best explain it like this: It's the feeling you get when you go to the dentist and he tells you it's no big deal, and that you shouldn't need any Novocain. But he is wrong.
He's gone. Kevin Oldham. The angel and the hero has embarked on his final journey.
Now you should know if you are into facts, launch today was at 7:30 a.m. ... something I forgot pretty much around the third beverage last night.
Dudes ... Skeet Reese, one of my great friends out here, has the biggest truck I have ever seen that wasn't towing something like live chickens or Dunkin' Donuts.
Just bought this little pocket camera thing, like $79 bucks on Amazon, supposed to have 14 Gizallion Mega Picture taking things inside, so I thought I would take it out for a test shoot.
There are people on this planet put here for the sole purpose of saving us, from ourselves. They run to what we run from.