John Schnabel, the grandfather on Discovery Channel's "Gold Rush" died in his sleep at age 96. He leaves behind several children and grandchildren, a successful gold mine, and a show that has run its course but is still on air for some reason.
That's too bad... I liked that old guy. As to the show, it's kind of interesting to watch Parker grow up and try to figure out how to lead people without being a dick, and his grandfather seemed to be the calming influence there. I still enjoy watching it if only to watch those damn barges work. But I guess this isn't the thread to talk about that.
Given that so many people died in the first three weeks of this year, feel free to predict away. I feel like we never really got a chance to guess before the bodies started to fall.
Craig Sager, TNT sideline reporter for the NBA, said his cancer has returned for the third time. Last time he did a bone marrow transplant and I believe he has done the stem cell thing twice already. Not dead yet but it isn't looking pretty right now so stay tuned. I don't wear ties, didn't even on my wedding day, but I've got a Spurs tie I'm gonna wear the day he does go take to the sidelines in the skies.
He should take it as a personal victory that he died of something other than drug overdose or murder by a dealer.
Rob Ford is what Donald Trump would be like if he were addicted to crack. A real Canadian Treasure. Unlike Beiber the man was funny, and unlike Celine Dion he had a heart. Rob made it ok to laugh at addiction, something Intervention has attempted to strip away from society for many years. However we shouldn't lose site of the real tragedy here, Chris Farley died too early to play him in an epic biopic. RIP. I'm going to go watch some compilation videos on youtube of his zany antics now. I invite you all to do the same.
I keep wishing and hoping it was his brother instead, no dice. Ford was a bumbling, ultra-embarrassing clown who was good at budgeting. He was excellent at that portion of his job, but he also was a humiliating retard who shit the bed every week in a new way on the international stage. I don't like him, I still don't. But he was funny to watch fall down, walk into things or literally run women over with shoulder-blocks WHILE in city hall chambers.
You were too beautiful for this world. "Swing looowwww, sweet charriot, comin' forth to carry me hooooooome..." Can we make this Rob Ford day? Every year we congregate to get hammered, dressed in ill-fitted suits.
I'll just leave this here - "He was diagnosed in September 2014 with pleomorphic liposarcoma, a rare and hard-to-treat cancer found in soft, fatty tissue of the body . . . . ."
More musical tragedy: this time it's Pfife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest, one of the best rap groups ever. Only 45 years old, damn.
Hall of Fame sportscaster, MLB catcher Joe Garagiola dead at 90 Shit. He used to do the Saturday Game of the Week on Saturday morning with Tony Kubek when I was a kid.
He was doing Diamondback games every once in a while until a few years ago. He always complained when players would spit chewing tobacco.