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 a longtime assignment. He is currently writing his autobiography, entitled “Bats, Balls, and Burnouts” which is due for publication late in 2016.
It’s Thursday. That’s Blog Day. This is the blog. Everything is in balance. Well, not everything. My office in the lower level of our house isn’t exactly perfect, in a Feng Shui sort of way. I do have a new giant frame of jackets that needs to go on the wall, but it’s really heavy and very bulky and it will take some effort to get it hung, so for now it leans against the wall. And, I’m actually a little behind in the writing process this week. We are finally into the Worsham years with Chapter 26, and the flood of memories is hard to stem. I keep going back and adding stuff to what I’ve already written because “Well, that has to be in there” or “I can’t believe I forgot to write about that.” For instance, in this chapter I not only meet Barbara, my wife to be, but she also gets to know my wonderful cat Shasta, who moved in with her before I did.
When I established this routine of “Thursday Blog Day” it was by design, but the timing of it was pure chance. With the writing of “Bats, Balls, & Burnouts” being my prime endeavor, and with three consecutive days of doing so seeming to be about right, each week, the blog slid safely into Thursday. Upon replay review, it was confirmed the blog kept its foot on the base and the ruling on the field was upheld.
Hello everyone! This might be a bit of a short one on this Thursday Blog Day because it’s been quite a condensed week. I went to the Route 66 Nationals in Joliet over the weekend, then spent Monday through Wednesday dutifully writing Chapter 24 of “Bats, Balls, & Burnouts.” Today, in just an hour or so, I’m headed to the airport to pick up former college teammate and roommate Lance McCord. It’s a good thing I fired the new chapter off to my editor Greg Halling already, because the only “work” left for me this week will entail fine food, a few glasses of wine, and the company of good friends. Plus a ballgame.
For some unknown reason, I’ve had a slight flood of wonderful emails arrive on my laptop as of late. Mostly it’s longtime readers checking in to say they’re still out there and still reading, and some of them have brought back a fantastic series of wonderful memories, dating all the way back to the first days of the CSK blog on NHRA.com, so I figured it was time to wax poetic about all the marvelous things that have happened here over the last 11 years. Plus, it was time to dig out some old photos from blogs gone by. Photos are always important.
My wife Barbara and I are both big hockey fans. Like, huge hockey fans. And not just the games, either, (Go Minnesota Wild!) but also the talk shows and highlights. And, since many hockey players and executives are Canadian, we get a big kick out of one of the most standard lines you’ll ever hear from a Canadian-born team executive or NHL Network analyst, with a perfect Canadian accent. When things haven’t been going well but are starting to turn around, for a team, they’ll say “There’s PRO-gress in the organ-eye-zation.”