In my last-second frenzy to complete last night’s News and Views post, I made an unforgiveable error. I mistakenly missed the 69th birthday of everyone’s favorite tomato farmer, Rich Brooks. We all love him like he’s our own grandfather and, just like our grandfather, hope he doesn’t remember all those awful things we said years ago. So, happy birthday to you Coach Brooks, may your day be filled with all the great outdoorsiness that the state of Oregon can provide you with. And may you, hopefully, still be asking Kragthorpe how your ass tastes.
Leave the man some love below.