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 and other major online book retailers, in both printed and digital formats.

Goofy Things I Did (as a kid…)
Sep 17, 2020   //   by bwilber

Today’s headline should indicate that my intention this week is to write some stuff that’s more lighthearted. But, in the interest of somewhat fair reporting, I should notify you that the term “as a kid” refers to every day I’ve been on this planet right up until now. They say you are as old as you imagine yourself when you close your eyes. I’ll add that such a statement is true, if you don’t come anywhere close to a mirror.

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My Personal Memories… It’s September 11th.
Sep 11, 2020   //   by bwilber

This may or may not be a long blog. It kind of depends on how much I feel like writing, rewriting, and editing. It will just be a personal memory of this day in 2001. I was about to type “we all have our personal memories of this day in 2001” but the truth is there are millions who don’t remember it or weren’t even born yet. To them it’s just a history lesson. To us, like Pearl Harbor was for many of our parents, it’s a wound that never heals.

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Jays, Rays, and Some Good Old Days
Sep 3, 2020   //   by bwilber

On Monday this week I posted a pic of this baseball card on my Facebook page. It is noteworthy for a few reasons, not the least of which is the fact my last name is spelled incorrectly. That’s not uncommon in my world. Happens all the time to be honest, but it is unfortunate that it happened on the only real authentic baseball card ever made and sold with my mug on it. The common misspelling is why, when people ask me my name, I say “Bob Wilber, that’s Wilb-E-r” with a heavy emphasis on the E. Many people must think I either helped my brother Orville build and fly the first American airplane or I owned a talking horse on TV. One must be of a certain age to understand that second reference.

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Out Of The Bubble On A Northern Minnesota Tour
Aug 29, 2020   //   by bwilber

We finally did it. We packed our stuff, loaded up on sanitizer and anti-bacterial wipes, and hit the road. That would be the first time we’ve left the Twin Cities since March and one of the few times we’ve even ventured out of Woodbury. And it was good for the soul.

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The Evolution Of A Sport
Aug 20, 2020   //   by bwilber

The word “evolution” brings to mind a lot of things, many of which are directly connected to a guy named Darwin. But, the overall impression of the word is that it happens over massive amounts of time. It happens so slowly it can only be noticed or charted over hundreds or thousands of years. You can only see it through that lens. It doesn’t happen in a year, much less overnight.

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