I remember I was at a grandmother’s house when Neil Armstrong first stepped onto the moon. I covered a basketball game the night of John Lennon’s murder, and being more of a fan of the Stones than the Beatles, I was educated that night of just how widespread the Fab Four were beloved as people of all ages wept in the stands. When the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded, I was working at a newspaper’s sports desk, later watching the events unfold on a pizza restaurant television all afternoon. I remember working at a business journal when the events of 9-11 began happening. I drove quickly to get gas because we were told there may be a shortage soon. We were told wrong.

While I was way too young to recall the assassination of President Kennedy in Dallas and just barely recall Martin Luther King being gunned down in Memphis, I do remember the day Elvis died. For some reason, I even remember driving somewhere on Interstate 65 south of Birmingham when news broke of Stevie Ray Vaughn’s death. I think I was watching television when news broken of Princess Diana’s passing.

I had visited my mother’s house for lunch because, well, food was free there, and I think I was making a sandwich when my sister, planted in front of the TV for General Hospital, mentioned Bear Bryant had been taken to the hospital. The scroll across the bottom of the TV got my attention, but I finished the sandwich building. A bit later my sister announced a new scroll on the TV. Bear was gone. He wasn’t supposed to ever die!

Wednesday marked the 25th anniversary of the beginning many of us realized that getting away with murder was possible. O.J. Simpson, who certainly acted like the guiltiest man on the planet during the now infamous ride in the back of a white Ford Bronco, was eventually found not guilty of all murder charges. The man who had been a hero for many of us as an NFL running back on bad Buffalo teams, was nevertheless looked upon as a murderer because all of the common sense evidence pointed at him. I was covering a large golf tournament when everyone gathered around a small TV in the clubhouse to watch the Bronco lead police cars on a lengthy chase.

I was also sitting on a couch when the verdict was read. I literally slid off my couch to my knees and shouted something, perhaps “YOU’RE KIDDING ME!”

It was a sad day for justice in our country, although Simpson eventually did quite a bit of time behind bars for an unrelated event later.

The most expensive taco... EVER?

Texas A&M junior defensive back Derrick Tucker was released from Brazos County Jail in Texas after posting a $5,000 bond recently following assault charges after fighting another individual over tacos.

Amazingly, 60 players this season in Major League Baseball are making $100,000 or more... PER GAME!

To put that in perspective, understand that Willie Mays had the largest contract for the season in 1964 at $105,000.

A cousin, David Crane, is now the Voice of the UAB Blazers. He was especially heartbroken when he heard the news recently regarding the passing of the Voice of the Auburn Tigers, Rob Bramblett.

“I can't help but think of happy memories,” David wrote on his social media site. “One came a few years ago when the Birmingham Barons had their College Football Kickoff night and invited Eli Gold, Rod Bramblett and me to sign autographs and throw out first pitches. As we were sitting on the concourse signing, a gentleman came up and said, ‘Touchdown Alabama! Nobody says it like you do, Eli.’ Rod, head down, signing an autograph, never missed a beat... ‘Well, I know I don't.’”

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