Do the Falcons really need to run the ball? Wednesday, Dec 19 2012 

Atlanta Falcons v Green Bay Packers

The Atlanta Falcons in 2012 have proved that they are a legitimate contender this year. Through the 14 games so far in the season, the Falcons have won 12 of them. Giving them a winning percentage of .875. The Falcons offense this year have averaged 287.5 yards passing and 89.9 yards rushing per game, which is a total yard average of 377.4 yards per game which ranks 7th in the league.

So far, the falcons have had success in one possession games which has pretty much defined them as a team. Of their 14 games, 8 of the games have been decided by one possession. Falcons won seven of these eight, so the real question is do the Falcons need a run game to win a Super Bowl?

Let me know your opinion

Losing My Best Friend Tuesday, Dec 18 2012 


My Grandfather and I had a bond that could not be broken. He was undoubtedly one of the most influential people in my life. He will always have a special place in my heart, and he will be missed incredibly.

“Rob, Baseball and girls don’t mix”, This was a saying that my “Gramp” would always tell me whenever he had the chance, even when I was a kid! What he meant by this, was that if you get too serious with girls then you can’t concentrate on baseball as much as you should be.

Baseball was our similarity, it was the first thing we brought up in a telephone conversation and also the last. Since I was three years old I was playing baseball, ever since then I became hooked. I literally loved everything about it. The way the baseball sounded coming off a bat, the sound of leather when you caught the ball in the web. It was the perfect sport for me.

“See the ball hit the ball” was one of my grandfathers simple yet clever sayings that he told me when I was younger, It helped me simplify the game and I improved just from listening to his advice. My grandfather was the kind of guy who never missed one of my baseball games, it was always his first priority and I could never thank him enough for the support he showed me.

Throughout my life I have been pretty successful in baseball, I am currently a Division 1 baseball player. Without my Grandfather, I don’t see how this could of possibly happened. He helped me get to this point with all of his support and knowledge of the game. In baseball, former players teach you how to play the game, and you take their advice and try to do the best with you can with it.

My grandfather taught me so many little things that made the biggest difference for me in my career. For example, One time I was in a little bit of a slump in high school and my Gramp came up to me in the game and said, “Rob don’t try to do too much with it”. Then he smiled and said “See the ball hit the ball”. Hearing him say this after a time of such frustration instantly put a smile on my face and brightened my mood, and in the next couple games I had more than one hit in each of them. It seemed like my grandfather always knew the right thing to say to me, he never angered or agitated me. He was a really special guy.

Then within the last year at school coming home from practice, I checked my phone and saw that my mom had called me 4 times within the last twenty minutes. Panicing, I called back. We exchanged our hello’s and how are ya’s and then her voice started to dampen into a sad tone. “Rob, Gramps has brain cancer”, hearing this I was completely stunned but I did not show it in my voice. I then said “Gramp will be okay mom, he always turns out okay”. Shortly there after we said goodbye and I hung up, ran to my car and drove an hour home to see him.

Walking into the door of my Grandfathers house I was extremely anxious. I walked into his room where he always watches baseball and said “Gramp who’s winning the sox game?”. We talked about the baseball game like it was any other day, he told me how they scored four runs, how the pitching was doing, and everything we would talk about during a ball game. Finally a commercial came on during the game, I asked my grandfather very nervously what the doctor had revealed. He looked me straight in the eye and told me that he has brain cancer. Hearing him say this I almost lost it, I started tearing up in front of him. I realized the magnitude of this illness and it took a huge toll on me.

During the next couple months I was at school, and visited him every open chance I got, between practices and classes it wasn’t too much. But it was all I could do at the time. Seeing him each week was extremely hard, chemo was eating away at his body and making him very unhealthy. He was getting skinny, he was losing hair, and overall he just didn’t have the same look in his eye.

He was getting extremely tired because of the chemo and it was getting harder for him to stay up each week I visited him. I don’t know how he did it but he always stayed up with me and talked baseball with me until I left, I was the only one he would conversate with the whole time and this showed me how much he cared about me.

The week before he passed, he was in terrible shape. He couldn’t eat or talk anymore, and it was hard for him to open his eyes. When I was leaving to go that night back to school I took my grampa’s hand and said, “Love you Gramp”. He then awoke from his sleep and looked with very alert eyes right into mine and winked at me.

This was incredible to me, the whole day he barely made any movement and then at that one time when I told him I loved him, he looked at me and winked at me, almost saying I love you too Rob, I’ll be okay.

The next week he passed, 4 months after he was diagnosed with brain cancer. He will always be my best friend and I will never forget all of the lessons and love that he showed me in life. There is a huge place for him in my heart forever.

R.I.P. Gramp 10/23/12