Back in the days when people not only would buy a Chrysler but actually wanted one, Robert Anderson was one of the men responsible for mainstream spread of the take-no-shit, make-it-as-dangerously-fast-as-possible, include-questionable-suspension muscle car in the 1960s.
To say we love golf in Nebraska is an understatement. It ain’t because it lets us take our violent tendencies out on a golf ball or our clubs or each other with our clubs. It’s because at heart we’re natural landscapers.
Of course, much like everyone’s relationship with Ty Cobb (especially if you were black), Crawford’s partnership with the Georgia Peach was complicated – complicated because Ty Cobb was, by most accounts, an ass hole (or as Cobb apologists would tell you, aggressive).
Born Feb. 26, 1887 in Elba – It wouldn’t be baseball season without paying homage to Nebraska’s greatest baseball player: Grover Cleveland Alexander.
Sure, you’ve never heard of him, and he may have pitched in the days before television when life moved slow enough to the point where people thought baseball games were actually exciting. However, [...]
Born Malcolm Little in 1925 in Omaha (Omaha being the only place where you’ll even find black people in Nebraska – assuming they don’t play football), Malcolm X’s family soon moved out of state. Not because they wanted to, but because people who wear white hoods can be awfully convincing when it’s you against many.
The American sports fan likes the bad-ass, the guy who doesn’t take any shit, the guy who looks like he can – and wants to – kick your ass on and off the field. In baseball in the 1960s there was a man like that, the most feared man in the sport, and he got his pleasant demeanor growing up in Nebraska.
