Nothin’ like Single A baseball on a Saturday night. Let’s go Cyclones! (at MCU Park)
"My Dear John —
See what your Mom dug up from the family archives! Your 4th grade spelling test. No wonder you’re now a journalist. We’re proud of you.”
Mother Dearest knows just how to cheer me up when I’m feeling down.
One of these #ComicConBands will boldly go where no man has gone before on tonight’s new @midnight!
The last one had me rolling. Almost reminds me of Hank from Breaking Bad getting all sassy about his
Never getting tired of this rooftop view. #empirestate
We braved the blazing sun yet again for the Take Your Base 5K, and were handsomely rewarded with post-race BBQ and beers (not to mention a PR — 22:58)! (at MCU Park Brooklyn Cyclones)
Picnickin’. (at Prospect Park)
E-QUA-LIZER. LET’S GO BLACK STARS!!! #GHAvsGER #worldcup
I was feeling ALL the emotions yesterday, as my birthday fell on Father’s Day yet again. My dad, John Kofi Badu Asante, Sr., passed 23 years ago.
The older I get, the more I wish he were around to give sound advice, see my future family, and talk about the excitement of Ghana’s return to the World Cup. Although I miss him everyday, I know he’d want me to be as happy as he was in this photo, showing me off to my godmother and sister during my baptism many moons ago.
And I truly feel that with all the birthday love I received from friends and family through calls, texts, messages, tweets, songs, and hugs, that level of happiness was achieved.
Charles Bradley — the Screaming Eagle of Soul — is absolutely KILLIN’ it. So many positive vibes running through this skate park tonight. (at House of Vans)