Bob Wilber grew up aspiring to follow in his father’s baseball footsteps, and while he was able to secure a full college scholarship and later spend parts of six years in professional ball, as a player, coach, and scout, his mother’s writing, communications, and public relations skills were what eventually defined his career. After a successful and adventurous sports-marketing trek through the sports-apparel business, agency work, and professional indoor soccer, he saw his first drag race as he closed in on his 40th birthday. Little did he know that he’d go on to spend 20 consecutive years as a team manager and PR representative for Del Worsham and then Tim Wilkerson, two of the most popular Funny Car drivers on the NHRA tour. At the conclusion of the 2015 season, Bob ended his drag racing run in order to take on an important personal assignment. Over the course of 2016 he wrote his autobiography, entitled “Bats, Balls, & Burnouts” and submitted it to the publisher in early February. It was released in late May, 2017 and is available on Amazon.com and other major online book retailers, in both printed and digital formats.

A Double Order of Bacon, With a PodCast On The Side
Aug 22, 2019   //   by bwilber

I like bacon. No, let me rephrase that. I love bacon. I like it crispy, and I like it by itself or as part of a greater whole. Bacon belongs on cheeseburgers. Bacon belongs on salads with ranch dressing. Bacon absolutely makes a BLT. Club sandwich without bacon? No thanks. Bacon on an omelet? Of course. Bacon with scrambled eggs. You betcha. Just a pile of bacon, heaped on my plate, when passing by the chafing dish in line at the hotel breakfast buffet? Don’t judge.

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It’s A Sm… (Never Mind!)
Aug 15, 2019   //   by bwilber

If you’ve ever been to either of Disney’s Magic Kingdom parks in the U.S., you’ve more than likely gone on one particular ride aimed at kids, whether you had any children with you or not. It’s an indoor ride, in a boat, in a dark building filled with barely-animatronic singing children from a variety of countries, and the same simple song plays the entire time you’re there. You’ve got it now, right? It has to do with the size of our planet. And, no, it’s not Pirates of the Caribbean.

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Eight Things You Might Not Know About Me
Aug 8, 2019   //   by bwilber

After the publication of “Bats, Balls, & Burnouts” more than two years ago (has it really been that long?) I came to the realization that I’d basically just put a huge chunk of my past and my life on public display. Not all of it, but a lot. As you probably know, the original manuscript was so long it would have resembled the New York City phone book once it was published, so a lot of bits and stories ended up on the virtual editing room floor. And, having been a child of the 50s who went to college as a baseball player in the 70s, some of the more raucous stories were not suitable for family viewing. It was the 70s. And then the 80s. It’s just how it was.

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Meeting A Little Angel
Aug 1, 2019   //   by bwilber

So we just got back from a wonderful trip to Colorado, where we met the newest addition to the extended Doyle family. Little Maci Novotny not only lived up to the reviews and hype we’d been hearing, she outperformed them all. One of the sweetest little girls I’ve ever seen or met, and by far the least fussy little baby I’ve ever been around. I don’t think she cried for a total of two minutes the entire time we were there, and that was Friday to Monday. Such a sweetie, and her “rookie” parents Erin and Eric have taken to the assignment like seasoned pros.

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A Great Week For Memories
Jul 25, 2019   //   by bwilber

I suspect the fact that I’m getting old (older?) is something I just have to deal with. Like when you have to insert your birth date within an online form using a drop-down menu for the years, and it takes forever to actually scroll all the way back to the dark ages (1956.) It’s all illustrated right before your eyes when you do that. But one of the joys of being my age is all the momentous stuff I lived through and still remember. I don’t know any of my passwords, but my brain retains specific details of events ranging from world-changing to mundane, as far back as when I was three years old. I will never forget July 20, 1969. This was a good week for those memories, and many others.

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