The world needs heros.
Stopped at Cheesecake Factory last night after a long day on the jobsite. Ordered the Chicken Madeira, a side of fries and a slice of Reese’s Peanut Butter Chocolate Cake Cheesecake. Bottomless Diet Cokes to wash it down.
At the next table was a young couple, probably mid-20s. The guy had soft hands and a Patagonia vest. Looked like he worked in TECH.
He noticed my King Ranch keys on the table and asked what I thought about Obama’s latest PERVERSE ATTACK on the Cheesecake Factory.
I set my utensils down as he stiffened up to listen.
“Son,” I said, “do you know what makes this country GREAT?”
He shook his head.
“CHOICE. This restaurant has 250 MENU ITEMS. You can get a steak, a pizza, Thai lettuce wraps, Cajun pasta AND a Chinese chicken salad without ever leaving your BOOTH. That’s not excess. That’s FREEDOM.”
His girlfriend started nodding and took a sip of her Cucumber Martini.
I continued.
“Obama thinks working people don’t care about Cheesecake Factory. WRONG. A construction worker can walk into this place after a 12-hour shift, sit beneath a chandelier, order a $37 plate of pasta and feel like a BILLIONAIRE for an hour.”
The young man was visibly shaken as I continued to rock his leftist worldview to its core.
“Now look at the cheesecakes,” I said. “Thirty different varieties. THIRTY. In Communist countries you’re lucky to get ONE.”
By now my waitress had stopped serving the other tables and was leaning over a nearby booth to listen.
I told them Barack Obama had eight years to fix this country and NEVER ONCE expanded the Cheesecake Factory menu.
“Why do YOU think that is?” I challenged him.
He looked confused, but then stood up and shook my hand. Said he’d never thought about economics that way.
I left him with one final piece of advice.
“Never let an Ivy League elitist tell you that a 21-page menu isn’t a WORKING-CLASS ISSUE.”
I put the $87 bill on my Chime Debit Card and walked out of there a legend.
That’s what supporting a real LOCAL AMERICAN BUSINESS looks like.
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What a heartbreaking week it has been. Sir Patrick Stewart was a friend, a colleague, and a magnificent actor. From the stage to the bridge of the Enterprise, he brought intelligence, grace, and a deep sense of humanity to everything he did. Captain Picard stood for the best of us, and so did the man who played him. I was filled with affection and admiration for him and his work.
My heart goes out to Sunny and his family. He will be deeply missed.
Why is this never, ever brought up outside of his rallies and Twitter comments on them?
Trump: I'm the only president to pass. I passed 3 cognitive tests. And they're hard. They have a lion, a bear, a snake, and a camel. They say, which one is the snake? It's a very powerful test, very highly respected test, very well known test, 30 questions, very hard. I passed it all 3 times. I aced it
This counts more than a banner.
The Boston Children's Hospital today announced a gift of more than $200 million from the Boston Celtics
Bill Chisholm: "The Celtics have historically been defined by the concept that true legacy is more than what happens on the court. Boston Children’s and the Celtics share a belief that it takes every single one of us to achieve our most ambitious goals. This gift is our commitment to the next generation in Boston and far beyond. We all win when we invest in our children’s futures."
No, YOU'RE crying. Jerk.
In 1991 his wife called him from Romania about a three year old boy who could not walk and could not talk.
Here is what she said on that phone call.
"this guy's so much more than we can handle"
They took him anyway. He became their sixth child.
His name was Michael, and the man on the other end of that phone was Ernie Johnson.
Within a year the diagnosis came back. Duchenne muscular dystrophy. It is a genetic disease that takes the muscles one at a time, and it mostly takes boys.
Michael went into a wheelchair. Later he needed a ventilator to breathe.
Here is what Ernie Johnson says about getting that news.
"What's amazing is the value reveals itself."
He lived 33 years.
Here is how his father put it when it ended.
"This guy we adopted from Romania in 1991 and diagnosed with Duchenne muscular dystrophy lived a miraculous life of 33 years."
And then this.
"We lost michael johnson today and we're crushed. But we also know we'll see him again, and that sustains us."
That was five years ago.
Today Ernie Johnson announced that this is his last season hosting Inside the NBA. Thirty-seven seasons in that chair.
He wanted one thing understood.
"Just to be clear, I'm not retiring."
"Just cutting back."
He called it a turning of the page. Thirty-seven seasons means he was in that chair before most of the people watching him were born.
He is still doing March Madness and other work for TNT and CBS. He also started a production company and named it 32 Bowties, and the whole point of it is telling feel-good sports stories.
Of course it is.
Now go back one more generation.
His father was Ernie Johnson Sr., who pitched for the Milwaukee Braves, was a teammate of Hank Aaron, and was on the 1957 team that won the World Series. He went 7 and 3 with four saves that season. Those Braves are still the last team from Milwaukee to win one.
Then he put the ball down, went into a booth, and called Braves games from 1962 until 1999.
So the son is stepping back from a microphone 64 years after his father first sat down behind one.
Be straight about it. A man leaving a studio show is not a tragedy. He is 70 years old, he had a long run, he is not even fully leaving, and plenty of people would take that deal.
But here is the line he keeps coming back to, from a speech he gave in 2019.
"There's value in everybody."
He did not learn that in a television studio.
He learned it from a boy in Romania that his own wife said was more than they could handle.









