Huge thank you to @BallStateBB @CoachMaloney and @AlexMaloney62 for Ol’ Bubba. With an assist from the boys with RL Turner construction and some rehab time and effort, @BallStateSB has a new piece of equipment #everythingmatters #fitfo

Central Catholic defense with the sack of the Canon-Mac quarterback in the 2nd quarter. Central Catholic up 42-0 at halftime. #SportsRoundup @SierraExperts @NationalArmory #DeejaysBBQ

WPIAL Men: 7:30 tonight we lay out our plan that begins Nov 1 You all stand on the shoulders of Giants that came before you ….to do things- nobody else was doing….. at a time- when no one else was willing to do anything new. You don’t have to be renegades and Mavericks anymore. As what we brought to Western Pennsylvania has now become the standard & been replicated many times over. But one thing that cannot be replicated is what you see in this video. It’s never been about individual programming. It’s never been about what you’re using or where you are. It’s always been about who you’re with. It’s always been the culture. We’re excited to share with you how the next five months of your life are gonna go. After watching this video, this will bring back memories for a lot of our guys who lived through this time and blaze the trail for baseball development that has become a standard. The most important thing you have or ever will learn here doesn’t come from Coach Matt or anyone else with a title. It comes from the boys who came before you …who spoke to you, helped you …and by their example showed you what’s expected of yourself and for those around you. That’s the secret That’s what has never been replicated.

Bob Costas was 18 when his father dropped dead at JFK airport. At the wake, a man handed him a thick envelope with $6,000 in $100 bills. It was everything his father left behind, and a bookie would never have paid it to a dead man. In the video below, he tells the story himself. His father, John, was a big-time gambler. Not casinos, not racetracks. Ball games. Bob says the mortgage was literally riding on his bets. When the games went the wrong way, he threw things, cursed and yelled. Bob’s mom and sister would leave. Bob stayed, because watching the games with his dad was the only way to be close to him. Friday, May 15, 1970. A cop knocks on the door. Before he says a word, Bob’s mother asks, “My husband’s dead, isn’t he?” John Costas had a heart attack walking through JFK. He was 42. At the wake, one of his gambling buddies walked in with the envelope. “Your father was up when he died. Give this to your mother.” A bookie never pays a dead man, so the friend went to the bookie himself and said John sent him to collect. Decades later, Bob Costas refused to read sports betting ads on air. Today the bookie lives in everyone’s phone. Is that progress?