I was 45 when my dad, a WWII vet, died. This part of his funeral ceremony was what got to me most. The guys are so respectful. Can only imagine when it is a KIA.
The democrats have had this plan to demonize the flag for a long time. I started pointing out to all my friends and family that the democrats don't have American flags in the room during any of their debates YEARS ago. My dad even notices now too. He's still anti-trump despite anything I try to tell him, but even he notices the flag thing. He says, "Ever since you told me they don't have a flag I've been looking to prove you wrong and it's never there." It blows my mind that he can see it and pass it off while still supporting them.
If you think this picture is bad, imagine seeing that flag draped box in person. Knowing a patriot lay inside. A patriot who died so you could breath free. Every day we live free is paid for in their blood. Never forget Pedes, freedom isn't free.
MLB is dead. Was once America’s game. Even commie faggot asshole ken burns dedicated 10+ hours to telling its story. And as always, in attempt to stay current with the fleeting fad, they destroyed the foundations. I’ll never again watch a game. Rot in hell.
I remember the strike like it was yesterday. I was fully involved and just a 11 year old kid. My hero's were Babe Ruth, Sammy Sosa and Lue Garage. I had thousands of cards. Shoe boxes filled. I even had Mark McGwire's Oakland A's rookie card. Its all I wanted to do. Sandlot resonated in my heart.
I lived to play baseball, but that strike. That God damn strike. I was furious in only the way an 11 year old child could be. I stomped in an absolute rage that they were so greedy and that the players could do such a thing. Didn't they love the game? They were already so rich and we were so poor. Why did they need so much? Of course, an 11 year old couldn't understand. I understand now.
So I acted in the only way an 11 year old could act. I threw an atomic tantrum. I remember dumping all of my cards into the trash. Book after book. Box after box. I threw away my glove and tossed my Spalding ball and baseball bat in the ditch. (Dad made me go get the bat, but it became a garage ortimant after that and I never touched it again.)
After that, I walked away from baseball and I didn't step onto a ballfield for almost 20 years. I could hardly stop myself from spitting when someone brought up the MLB. It was irrational, but a hatred that can only be engrained by a betrayal. They did it once, they'll do it again. Baseball is dead. Reclaim it in your home's and on the fields in your hometown, but never ever give the MLB another dime.
I was 45 when my dad, a WWII vet, died. This part of his funeral ceremony was what got to me most. The guys are so respectful. Can only imagine when it is a KIA.
The democrats have had this plan to demonize the flag for a long time. I started pointing out to all my friends and family that the democrats don't have American flags in the room during any of their debates YEARS ago. My dad even notices now too. He's still anti-trump despite anything I try to tell him, but even he notices the flag thing. He says, "Ever since you told me they don't have a flag I've been looking to prove you wrong and it's never there." It blows my mind that he can see it and pass it off while still supporting them.
I have seen this photo so many times and it still makes me shed tears.
RIP, and God bless that young son.
Shit this pic makes me tear up. Heartbreaking.
If you think this picture is bad, imagine seeing that flag draped box in person. Knowing a patriot lay inside. A patriot who died so you could breath free. Every day we live free is paid for in their blood. Never forget Pedes, freedom isn't free.
Right in there every time.
MLB is dead. Was once America’s game. Even commie faggot asshole ken burns dedicated 10+ hours to telling its story. And as always, in attempt to stay current with the fleeting fad, they destroyed the foundations. I’ll never again watch a game. Rot in hell.
I've been on the receiving end of that ceremony. It tears me up thinking how disrespectful some are toward our flag, our county, and our heroes.
I remember the strike like it was yesterday. I was fully involved and just a 11 year old kid. My hero's were Babe Ruth, Sammy Sosa and Lue Garage. I had thousands of cards. Shoe boxes filled. I even had Mark McGwire's Oakland A's rookie card. Its all I wanted to do. Sandlot resonated in my heart.
I lived to play baseball, but that strike. That God damn strike. I was furious in only the way an 11 year old child could be. I stomped in an absolute rage that they were so greedy and that the players could do such a thing. Didn't they love the game? They were already so rich and we were so poor. Why did they need so much? Of course, an 11 year old couldn't understand. I understand now.
So I acted in the only way an 11 year old could act. I threw an atomic tantrum. I remember dumping all of my cards into the trash. Book after book. Box after box. I threw away my glove and tossed my Spalding ball and baseball bat in the ditch. (Dad made me go get the bat, but it became a garage ortimant after that and I never touched it again.)
After that, I walked away from baseball and I didn't step onto a ballfield for almost 20 years. I could hardly stop myself from spitting when someone brought up the MLB. It was irrational, but a hatred that can only be engrained by a betrayal. They did it once, they'll do it again. Baseball is dead. Reclaim it in your home's and on the fields in your hometown, but never ever give the MLB another dime.