Gary Owen as a younger man
Let’s all give a big TML howdy to today’s Hemingway, Gary Owen. Gary’s a Bedford, Ky., guy, Louisville Cardinals fanatic, follower of Cincy pro sports and a semi-retiree from the corporate world of high finance. He owns a KY farm where he hunts like Daniel Boone. “I have a lightly used Twitter account (@garyowenville) that should tell even more. Long-time mobster with obvious bias but a remarkably open mind when logic I was previously unaware of is presented.’’
When Gary’s done, please stick around so Imbiber Dave and Hey Michelle! can inform you of the right ways to party down this weekend.
Party down, Doc?
Take it away, Gary. . .
Hello, TML readers! I am Gary Owen and Doc has awarded me the eminent title of TML Hemingway on this glorious day! I won’t go into the ramifications of such an award, I’ll just try to live up to it.
First, my credentials. I know where I was sitting when Will McEnaney closed out the 1975 World Series. I think about it every time I drive by that sacred ground. I also know where I was during the Freezer Bowl. Not at Riverfront with millions of other Bengal fans but watching the only color TV available to me in my parents’ living room. Finally, I was on my knees cradling the Joe Montana pass that Lewis Billups dropped in the end zone before the following play tied the 1989 Super Bowl. Subsequent events led to several days of fan depression that I somehow overcame and miraculously lived a normal life.
Now, the first critical subject. Is your favorite college football team a shark or just baitfish these days?
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