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.
Greetings blog readers! Today I’ve been musing on this little existential gem: What if, hypothetically speaking, no real people actually asked me questions for this blog, but I answered them anyway? Would it be that falling tree in the forest that nobody heard? Or, would it just be a new creative way to write about nothing? I’m going with the latter. And for the record, I think the tree makes a noise. There may not be a human there to hear it, but trees and all the living beings around them are organic. It makes a big noise, if it’s a big tree. But why did it fall in the first place? That’s the bigger question!
Welcome back from Thanksgiving! I hope your holiday was warm, fulfilling, and a solid slice of family to go with the turkey. We ventured south to Orlando, and had a very heartwarming few days there, but more about that later. We’ll start this installment, instead, with more updates on “Bats, Balls, & Burnouts.”
“Put a bow on it.” That’s a cliche’ about finishing something and calling it done. Another variation is “Stick a fork in it” but that has kind of a negative connotation. If you’re in the dugout and are riding the opposing pitcher to rattle him, you might yell “Stick a fork in him. He’s done!” But when something important comes to a conclusion, you put a bow on it to celebrate the accomplishment.
Before I type any more words, especially about today’s title, I must apologize. I’m late with the blog today. Whether it was subconscious or not, or whether it’s just due to 10 and a half months of writing and three straight days of manic editing this week, I completely forgot it was Thursday. I remembered about a half-mile into a 2.5 mile walk around Powers Lake, a beautiful body of water, surrounded by a paved trail, only about a quarter-mile from home.
I have always deeply valued friendships. I stay in touch with people who are long gone and out of my circle of life just because I valued our friendship many years ago, and I don’t want that connection to break. Friendships are my roots, my foundation, and my soul, I think you could say. I couldn’t fathom the concept of life without friends.