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99point9percentwhump · 1 year

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B/N: Decided to try and post some amazing Combat fanfics that are still only on fan sites and some seem to be getting lost.

All credit goes to the original writer and the fan site and these posts are only to share and preserve these amazing stories I do encourage ppl interested to go the site she's been running a Combat! fan site for years and I'll be tagging them as #preserved fics

The Last Straw

Combat! Fan Fiction

Mary Wright "Eagle Lady"

The cheerful chirping of birds outside the window did nothing to lighten Hanley's mood as he slammed down the phone. There were certainly times that he wished he was still a sergeant instead of an officer. Some orders were much easier to get than to give, and this was definitely one of them. There was a light knock on the door even as it opened, the creaking hinges grating on Hanley's already strained nerves.

Saunders entered with his Thomson slung over his shoulder, his usual swagger missing. He looked exhausted; his uniform was torn and filthy, and carried recent blood stains. Hanley heaved a silent sigh. This wasn't going to be easy on either of them.

"You wounded?" He asked.

Saunders looked startled, then glanced down at the blood on his jacket.

"No, sir." He replied. "It isn't mine. Anderson got it. So did Crane. Caje, Littlejohn and Billy are wounded. Kirby's just beat. So am I. We ran into a patrol where they shouldn't have been."

Hanley studied the man in front of him, idly wondering if he might actually hit him when he heard what Hanley had to say. Better to get it over with, he decided.

"You have to go back out, Saunders."

"What?" Saunders stared at him in disbelief.

"I said..."

"Lieutenant," Saunders interrupted, something he rarely did. "I just brought my men back from an extended patrol. I lost two men, and have three wounded."

"I realize that, Sergeant." Hanley snapped. "HQ just called. They're ordering a patrol out to identify the Kraut companies to the south and to bring back a prisoner."

"Don't they know we're barely at half-strength?" Saunders demanded angrily.

"That isn't the point, Saunders. We have our orders. You will take a patrol out, identify the Kraut units, and obtain a prisoner."

"Take out a patrol? With who? I've got nobody left!"

Ignoring Saunders' lapse of military protocol, Hanley tapped his pencil on the rickety table in front of him. His sergeant stared at him, his blue eyes like chips of ice.

"There are two replacements on their way. As soon as they arrive, we leave."

"We?" Saunders' eyes narrowed.

"We, Sergeant. I'm going with you."

"Can't you tell HQ that we don't have the manpower for a patrol?"

"No, Sergeant, I can't. You have your orders. Get your men ready."

"Lieutenant..."

"That's all, Sergeant." Hanley snapped, his patience exhausted.

"Yes, sir." Saunders turned on his heel and strode out, his boot heels ringing on the floor.

Hanley watched the door slam behind him, mildly surprised that it didn't fall off, then scrubbed his hands down his face.

^^^

Kirby looked up from cleaning the BAR as Saunders stalked into the remains of the shop. The sergeant's face was lined with fatigue, and dark with anger.

"What's up, Sarge?" He ventured.

"We're going back out."

"We're what? We just got back in, Sarge! 'Sides, there's nobody left to go out but you and me."

"Knock it off, Kirby." He growled, jerking the Thompson off his shoulder.

"But, Sarge..."

"I said knock it off." Saunders glared at him. "We're going out to identify the Kraut outfits to the south and to grab a prisoner."

"Just the two of us?" Kirby tried to keep the anger out of his voice.

"We've got two replacements coming in and Hanley's going with us."

Wisely, Kirby kept his mouth shut and went back to cleaning his rifle. Saunders flung his helmet onto a nearby table and lit a cigarette which he handed to Kirby, then lit another for himself.

"Thanks." Kirby nodded.

"What about Caje, Littlejohn, and Billy?"

"They're at the aid station. The Doctor says they'll be okay in a couple days."

"Where's Doc?"

"Refilling his bag. Uh, Sarge?"

"Yeah?" Saunders ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end.

"I think the replacements just arrived."

Turning, Saunders looked at the two men standing just inside the door and sighed. Neither looked like they should be out of high school yet. It was a sure bet neither had seen any action. As he stared at the two men, he felt his heart sink. The shorter man on the left was the younger brother of his friend Tommy from back home.

"Sergeant Saunders?" The one on the right questioned.

"Yeah, that's me."

"We're the replacements from St. Mere. I'm Tate. Just Tate."

"Just Tate?" Saunders glowered at him.

"Just is my first name, Sergeant."

"Private Sam Hill." The shorter man said.

"Sam Hill?" Kirby grinned.

"Yeah. As in Where in sam hill." Hill grinned back, then sobered as his gaze returned to Saunders. "Tommy was killed three weeks ago."

Saunders' face showed no change in expression, but Kirby could tell the news hit him hard. Walking to the window, Saunders threw down his cigarette and promptly lit another.

"Either of you seen any action?" Saunders asked without turning.

"No." Both shook their heads.

"Great." Saunders sighed again. "Kirby, take care of 'em. I gotta go see Hanley."

"Sure, Sarge." Kirby laid the rifle aside and got to his feet as the sergeant strode past the new men and out of the shop.

^^^

"Lieutenant, the replacements are here." Saunders said without preamble. "They're kids. Just kids. I'll be surprised if they know which end of the gun is which."

"Then you'd better teach them, Sergeant. We leave in one hour."

"Isn't there any other way, Lieutenant?" Saunders leaned on his knuckles on the edge of the flimsy table, his angry gaze on the officer. "We're beat."

"I know that, Saunders. Everyone is short-handed these days. We have to make do with what we have." He replied mildly.

"Lieutenant, we can't keep going!" Saunders straightened a back aching from carrying a wounded soldier back home.

"We don't have a choice, Sergeant."

"Can't we trade the replacements to another squad for experienced men?" Saunders' almost pleading tone had Hanley staring at him in surprise.

"Why? You've taken green men out before."

"Not on a mission like this." He shook his head.

"No trade, Sergeant. We go with what we have."

"But, Lieutenant..." Saunders started to say.

Resenting the pressure his friend was putting on him, Hanley rose to his feet, towering over the sergeant. He didn't want to send the men back out anymore than they wanted to go, but he had no choice. HQ had made it clear what they wanted and when.

"Sergeant Saunders." His usually mild tone had turned hard. "You have your orders. You will have your squad, including the replacements, ready to leave in one hour. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

Hanley caught a surprising flash of anguish in the sergeant's eyes before he turned away and headed for the door.

"And don't slam the door!" Hanley called after him.

^^^

When Hanley stepped outside an hour later, he found Saunders, Kirby, Doc and two strangers waiting for him.

"Lieutenant Hanley, Privates Tate and Hill." Saunders' said woodenly.

"Glad to have you, men." Hanley nodded.

"Kirby, you've got the point." Saunders usurped the officer's authority, drawing surprised looks from both Kirby and Doc.

At Hanley's nod, Kirby settled the BAR more comfortably and headed out, Hill and Tate behind him, followed by Doc. Hanley glared at Saunders as they followed.

"I don't know what your problem is, Sergeant, but you'd better get over it fast. You got that?"

"Yeah, I got it. Sir."

Snapping his Thompson off of his shoulder, the sergeant moved on ahead, leaving Hanley staring after him. Something other than tiredness was eating at the man, but he didn't have a clue what it was. In the sergeant's present mood, Hanley figured he wasn't likely to find out what it was any time soon. Cursing under his breath, the officer fell in behind the men.

^^^

Saunders kept his gaze on Doc's back, vainly trying to keep his thoughts from turning to home and Tommy. They'd gone through school together, played together, argued with each other, vied for the same girl with each other, and enlisted on the same day. Tommy had joined the Army Air Forces with visions of becoming an Ace, with women flocking around him. Now, the always optimistic Tommy Hill was gone and his younger brother was likely to join him before the day was over.

At least this time it wasn't his responsibility. The lieutenant was in charge this time; it was on his back. He had to admit that he deserved the reprimand from the lieutenant. His mind had been wandering, and he had totally forgotten that Hanley was going along.

Lord, he was tired. He wanted to lay down somewhere and sleep for a week. A sudden sneeze from Doc startled him back to the present and he lifted his head to look around, unaware how much that one action relieved the officer behind him.

He was surprised to see Kirby in the lead, having expected to see Caje. He must be more tired than he realized to have forgotten that he himself had sent Kirby to the point. Hill and Tate were spaced about ten feet apart in a single file behind Kirby, Doc about ten feet behind them. Noticing that he was practically treading on Doc's heels, he slowed down and backed off.

Hanley moved past him and on up towards the front of the column. Using hand signals, he indicated a ten-minute rest stop. Gratefully sinking to the ground, Saunders took a swig from his canteen and found his mind wandering again. He remember when he and Tommy were trying to build a clubhouse and Sam kept getting in the way till they finally sent him home in tears of resentment. Tommy was calling to him and he wondered why he was using his last name instead of his first.

Squatting down, Hanley spread his map out on a convenient log, and motioned for the men to gather around. Kirby, Tate, Hill, and Doc crowded in close. Saunders remained where he was, gazing into the distance. Doc and Kirby exchanged worried looks when Hanley called him and got no response. Stifling the urge to throw something at the sergeant, Hanley settled for calling him again. What was wrong with him today?

"Saunders!" It wasn't Tommy calling him, it was Hanley.

"Sir?" He dragged himself back to the present.

"I know you're tired, but if you wouldn't mind joining us?"

Staggering to his feet, he knew he should resent the lieutenant talking to him like that in front of his men, but right now he was just too tired to care. Dropping to one knee beside the officer, he tried to concentrate as Hanley outlined his plans.

^^^

"We're right here." Hanley was saying. "We'll head south along here and then work our way east toward this village. It's marked as being abandoned, but we'll have to check it out anyway. If we're lucky, we'll get the information we came for and grab a prisoner soon. Kirby, you and Hill pair off. Saunders, you take Tate. I'll take the point, Saunders, you and Tate bring up the rear. Any questions?"

After receiving negative head shakes, Hanley folded the map and stuck it back inside his jacket. He waited while Kirby, Doc, and Saunders struggled to their feet, then headed out, glancing behind him as he did so. Kirby and Hill were walking ten feet behind him, three feet apart. Doc followed, with Saunders and Tate lagging behind him another ten feet. Tate was alert, looking around with a combination of interest and apprehension while Saunders appeared lost in thought. Hanley was beginning to really worry about the man. There was definitely something bothering him. The lieutenant hesitated a moment, then motioned the men to keep going while he stepped aside and waited for the sergeant to catch up.

"Go on, Tate. We'll catch up in a minute."

"Yes, sir." With a curious glance at his two superiors, he moved on to join the others who had slowed their pace.

"Saunders." Hanley said quietly.

"Yes, sir?"

"Something on your mind?"

"No, sir."

"Well, Sergeant, you'd better get something on your mind and I mean fast. Get yourself together. This is no place to daydream and you know it. Straighten up and pay attention to the mission. When we get home you can daydream all you want, but right now I want your undivided attention. Do I make myself clear?"

Saunders stared at him, wondering how he managed to yell in a whisper. At least it sounded like Hanley was yelling at him.

"I said, do I make myself clear?" Hanley repeated furiously.

"Yes, sir."

"This is the third time. There will not be a fourth, will there?"

"No, sir."

Baffled at the behavior of his best sergeant, Hanley studied him for another moment, then nodded and returned to the head of the column. Tate rejoined him, making no effort to talk to him.

With a concerted effort, Saunders closed away thoughts of home and old friends, forcing himself back into the present. Quietly, he instructed Tate in the various duties involved in bringing up the rear. Tate listened closely, asking few questions.

Glancing over his shoulder to check on Saunders, Hanley found Kirby and Doc doing the same thing. Great, he thought, now everyone was distracted by the sergeant's odd behavior.

^^^

They had reached the southernmost point of the patrol and were swinging east when a single shot rang out and Tate crumpled to the ground. Grabbing Hill's shoulder, Kirby thrust him to the ground behind a log, dropping beside him. Doc was under a bush, flat out on his stomach. Saunders was facing the way they'd come, and Doc could hear a faint but steady stream of curses coming from his direction. Hanley was scanning the trees for a sniper when Kirby's BAR chattered to life and a Kraut tumbled out of a tree behind them on the left.

"Kirby, Saunders, check it out." Hanley called softly.

Kirby jumped over Doc's legs, reaching Saunders just as he came off the ground, and the two vanished into the trees. The others remained where they were, waiting. A few minutes later, they returned and Saunders knelt at Tate's side. Doc looked over at him and shook his head slowly. Saunders removed Tate's dog tags and handed them to Hanley, who'd just joined them.

"Here, Lieutenant. You'll need these." His voice was taut with anger.

"Did you check the Kraut's unit?"

"Yeah. 241st, Lieutenant." Kirby answered.

"Let's move out." Hanley turned and strode back to the head of the group.

Kirby caught Doc's eye and raised an eyebrow, with a slight nod toward the sergeant. Doc shrugged, picking his bag up from beside the dead soldier. The small group moved on cautiously, Hill nervously scanning the area, subconsciously moving closer to Kirby.

^^^

A sudden burst of gunfire sent the group to the ground, scrambling for whatever cover they could find. Hanley raised his head, quickly ducking back down when another burst tore into the leaves beside him. Kirby opened up with his BAR and Hill's lighter M-1 was also firing. Hearing nothing from Saunders' Thompson, Hanley twisted around to find the sergeant squirming into the bushes to the left, obviously intending to flank the Germans. As a veteran soldier, he should know better than to move off without saying anything, Hanley thought. Rolling to his right to better cover, Hanley started firing, hoping the sergeant kept his mind on what he was doing. He heard a grunt of pain behind him, then heard Doc moving forward. A grenade exploded ahead of them, then there was silence. Kirby rose slowly, moving forward past the lieutenant to check on the Germans. A few minutes later, he and Saunders returned.

"241st again, Lieutenant." Kirby said, reaching for his canteen.

Saunders walked slowly to where Doc was bending over Hill. He stared down at the young soldier in silence, his expression bleak.

"Doc?" Hanley questioned.

"He's dead, Lieutenant." Doc answered quietly.

"Damn it, Hanley!" Saunders burst out. "I told you to leave them behind and now they're both dead."

"Take it easy, Sarge." Doc urged.

His face twisted with anger and something else, Saunders slammed the palm of his hand against Hanley's chest, knocking back a step.

"That's four men dead today!" Saunders shouted. "Four kids! I asked you to take someone else, but you had to bring these two and now they're dead!"

Both Kirby and Doc stared in disbelief. The sergeant was yelling at the lieutenant? The sergeant actually struck the lieutenant? Saunders?

"Sergeant!" The astounded officer finally found his voice. "Be quiet!"

"Are the next ones you kill gonna be in grade school?" Saunders demanded.

The enraged sergeant would bring the whole German Army down on them if he didn't do something, Hanley thought. Dropping his carbine, Hanley seized the sergeant's jacket and shook him so hard that the camo helmet tumbled off.

"Keep your voice down!" He ordered. "Shut your mouth and take the point."

Snatching up the fallen helmet, he thrust it into Saunders' hands then gave him a shove in the right direction, watching as the man stumbled away. Surely that couldn't have been tears he'd seen?

"Lieutenant?" Kirby, at his shoulder, said quietly as he handed him the carbine.

"What is it?" Hanley said absently, still watching Saunders.

"Hill was the younger brother of Saunders' friend from home. The friend, Tommy, was killed a few weeks ago."

"What?" Hanley stared at Kirby, then down at the dead soldier.

Nervously, Kirby repeated himself.

"I see." Hanley shook his head. "Let's go."

That certainly explained the sergeant's behavior. If Saunders had just told him....it wouldn't have made any difference. He would still have had to go with the men he had. He would have to see that Saunders got a rest when they got home, one way or another. Without asking, he knew that neither Kirby nor Doc would mention what they'd just witnessed.

^^^

Saunders pushed his way through the bushes, his emotions plunging from fury to despair to sadness and back to anger. He was fed up with war, with watching young kids die, with watching friends die. The brass sat at the rear, nice and safe, while ordering other men to die. He nearly fell over a log as he suddenly realized what he had just done. He couldn't believe he'd just yelled at the lieutenant. My God, he'd struck the lieutenant! He'd accused him of killing the men! Well, he wanted rest. He just hadn't planned to get it in the stockade.

Ahead of him, he saw three Krauts standing close together, smoking and talking, apparently unaware of his approach. The lieutenant said he wanted a prisoner, hadn't he? Alright, he'd get him his prisoner. Swinging his Thompson around, he cut loose, sending one of the Krauts spinning down to the ground. The other two whirled around, returning fire. He felt something hit him, but felt no pain as he continued to fire. Running forward through a hail of bullets that miraculously missed him, he fired at the German on the left, experiencing a sense of satisfaction as his bullets tore into the man's chest. Turning his attention to the remaining Kraut, he found him on his knees, his hands in the air, shaking with terror. Hell, he thought, he isn't any older than Sammy is. Was, he amended.

Motioning the Kraut to his feet, Saunders jerked the man's belt off and threw it to the side, then pushed the young soldier back toward the rest of the squad. The lieutenant stopped, Doc and Kirby on either side of him, as Saunders herded the German toward them.

"Here's your prisoner, Lieutenant." Saunders said, surprised to suddenly find himself on his knees.

"Sergeant?" Doc's voice came from a great distance.

He saw Hanley's hand reaching toward him and wondered if he was going to actually hit him this time instead of just shaking him. With mild interest, he watched the trees start to spin and Hanley's face dissolve into Sammy's dead face, then he tasted dirt and realized he was lying on his face. He could hear Doc's and Kirby's voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying, then there was nothing.

^^^

Hanley shoved the German at Kirby and knelt by the sergeant, gently turning him onto his back. Doc nudged him aside to examine the bloody wound just above Saunders' belt. Hanley rose and backed out of the way. Arriving just in time to see Saunders' foolhardy run at the Germans, he'd heard him shouting that this one was for Sammy. Many times, he'd been told that once a man lost it, he rarely made it back. He didn't want to believe it about this man. He didn't want to believe he was partly responsible.

"Doc?" Holding the Kraut's arm firmly, Kirby glanced at the lieutenant silently staring down at Saunders, then at the medic. "How is he?"

"It's not too bad. Mostly shock and exhaustion. Help me rig a litter when I get this bandaged, will you?"

"Sure."

They built a litter using their jackets while the still-silent officer watched the prisoner, then they had the German carry the front of the litter while Doc took the back. Hanley took the point while Kirby walked beside Doc, his BAR covering the prisoner.

"Doc?" Kirby said softly.

"Is he okay?"

"Sure. It's really just a flesh wound."

"Not the sarge. The lieutenant. He hasn't said a word since Saunders got it."

"I don't know, Kirby." Doc said soberly.

^^^

It wasn't until they reached home that the lieutenant finally spoke.

"Kirby, Doc, take him to the aid station. I'll take the prisoner."

"Yes, sir." Kirby answered, taking the German's place on the litter.

They watched Hanley lead the prisoner away, then headed for the aid station. Caje, Littlejohn, and Billy, their cots lined up side by side, all raised up when Kirby and Doc came in with their burden.

"The sarge?" Caje was the first to speak. "How bad?"

"He'll be alright. I think." Doc answered as the doctor hurried over.

"I'm gonna find someplace to sleep for a week, Doc." Kirby sighed, rubbing a weary hand over his face.

"Yeah, me too." Doc agreed.

Twelve hours later, the two of them returned to the aid station. Caje was smoking a cigarette while Littlejohn and Billy were talking quietly.

"Hey, where's Saunders?" Doc asked, looking around.

"Over there, in the corner." Caje answered.

"How is he?"

"The doctor says he's okay. He's still sleeping."

"What about you guys?" Kirby asked.

"We get out of here tomorrow." Littlejohn grinned.

^^^

Saunders lay still, listening to the voices around him. He picked out Hanley's deep voice, Doc's soft drawl, and the voice of someone he didn't know.

"He's been asleep for over twenty-four hours, doctor." Hanley was saying. "Are you sure he's alright?"

"Yes, Lieutenant." The unknown voice replied patiently. "For the fourth time, he's fine. He was worn out on top of losing blood. All he needs is rest."

"I'll go tell the others, Lieutenant." Doc said, and Saunders heard him walking away.

"Lieutenant?" The doctor asked.

"I'll sit with him for awhile."

"He's asleep. He won't know you're here."

"I know."

The doctor walked away and Hanley settled down on the edge of the cot. Might as well get it over with, Saunders thought resignedly and opened his eyes. Hanley was gazing into the distance, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

"Lieutenant?" Saunders said quietly. Apparently not quietly enough, for the lieutenant jumped, nearly falling off the cot.

"Welcome back, Sergeant. How do you feel?"

He had his inscrutable face on and Saunders couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Am I up on charges, sir?"

"Charges? For what?" Hanley looked surprised.

"Insubordination, for a start."

"No, Sergeant. You are not up on charges. I don't recall any instance of insubordination."

"What about striking an officer?"

"You were angry. You were gesturing and I got in your way." Hanley shrugged.

Saunders opened his mouth, thought better of it, and shut it again, causing Hanley to grin.

"I asked how you're feeling, Sergeant?"

"I'm okay, sir."

"Uh-huh. Sure you are. As soon as you get yourself kicked out of here, you and your squad are due for a week's furlough."

"A week?" Saunders repeated, not sure he'd heard right.

"That's right. A week's furlough. You get some rest and get that side healed up. I'll be back later."

With a slight feeling of unreality, Saunders watched him walk away, whistling. A week's furlough, huh? He sure wasn't going to argue with that, he thought as he lay back with a sigh

#combat!#whump writing #preserved fics

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metalheadatiny · 1 year

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motorsportverso · 2 months

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24h Daytona 2024

Qualyfing

1-31-Pipo Derani\Jacky Aitken\Tom Blonqvist-Cadillac V Series R-Whelen Engering Racing-GTP-1:32.656

2-01-Sebstien Bourdais\Alex Palou\Scott Dixon\Range Van Der Zande-Cadillac V Series R-Cadillac Racing-1:32.627

3-7-Felipe Nasr\Josef Newgraden\Matt Campbell\Dane Cameron-Porsche 963-Porsche Penske Motorsport-1:32.876

4-25-Connor De Philippe\Nick Yellolly\Maxime Martin\Rene Rast-BMW M Hybrid V8-BMW Team RLL-1:33.022

5-40-Jordam Teylor\Louis Deletraz\Colton Herta\Jenson Button-Acura ARX06-WTTR Andretti-1:33.347

Valé ressaltar que o recorde de classicação da pista foi batido que era do Olivier Jarvis com o Mazda RTP24 DPI em 2019 1:33.0

LMP2

1-22-Hanley\Keting\O’Ward\Pino-Oreca 7-United Autoesports-1:38.501

2-52-Jakub\Boulie\Dilmann\Fittipaldi\-Oreca 7-Eurocompetition-1:38.603

3-04-Kurtz\Jakobssen\Braun\Sowery-Oreca 7-Crowdstrike-1:39.252

GTD PRÓ

1-77-Henrich\Priaulix\Michael Christenssen-Porsche 992 GT3 R-AO Racing-1:41.496

2-14-Hawkshorth\Kirkwood\Conway\Barnicoat-Lexus RCF GT3-Vasser Sullivan-1:44.462

3-3-Antonio Garcia\Alexander Sims\Daniel Jucandella-Corvette C8 Z06 GT3 R-Corvette Racing by Pratt-1:44.786

4-19-Frank Perera\Mirko Bortolotti\Jordam Pepper\Andrea Calderelli-Lamborghini Huracan GT3 Evo 2-Iron lynx-1:44.831

5-62-Daniel Serra\Alessandro Pier Guide\James Calado\David Rigon-Ferrari 296 GT3-Risi Competizone-1:44.831

GTD

1-12-Frank Montecalvo\Aron Telitz\Miyata\Thompson-Lexus RC F GT3-Vasser Sullivan Racing-1:44.494

2-86-Li\Anders F.\Voorde\Bachler-Porsche 992 GT3 R-MDK Motorsports-1:44.537

3-66-Monk\Ketherine Legge\Tatiana Calderon\McAleer-Acura NSX GT3 Evo 22-Gradiant Racing-1:44.640

4-45-Ashton Harrisson\Kyle Marcelli\Doyle\Formal-Lamborghini Huracan GT3 Evo 2-WTTR Andretti-1:44.707

5-78-Spinelli\Mitchell\DeFrancesco\Goikhberg- Lamborghini Huracan GT3 Evo 2-Forte Racing-1:44.709

Largada

Na largada tanto Pipo Derani no Cadillac #31 e Felipe Nasr no Porsche 963 #7 largaram bem.

E a primeira batida da corrida colocando bandeira amarela foi da Lamborghini #78 da Forte Racing da GTD

Após a relargada o Acura #10 era o líder na GTP e geral, na LMP2 o carro da Crowdstrike , e nas duas categorias GTD estavam sendo os Lexus da Vasser Sullivan os lideres.

O momento da confusão entre os LMP2

A batida entre um dos Lexus e um carro da LMP2

O Lexus que era o líder da GTD Pró que trouxe mais uma bandeira amarela

Após a relargada la na frente na GTP citando o comentarista da ESPN do Brasil, Edgar Melo Filho “ estava voando pena” , o líder era o Acura #10 com Ricky Taylor , e a disputa estava forte pela 2ª posição entre o Sebastien Bourdais no Cadillac #01 com o Felipe Nasr no Porsche #7.

Momento em que o LMP2 #11 da TDS Racing bateu chamando outra bandeira amarela.

O líder após 4 horas de corrida era o Cadillac #01 com Scott Dixon com o Cadillac #31 agora com Jackie Aitken em segundo.

Uma das varias saídas de pista do Ligier #33 da Sean Cranch Motorsport que trouxeram varias bandeiras amarelas.

Momento em que o Matt Campbell assumia a liderança com o Porsche #7 da equipe de fabrica.

A disputa entre os lideres da GTD , entre a Ferrari 296 GT3 da Cetilar Racing com o Antonio Fuoco e o Koch com a Mercedes AMG GT3.

A disputa do 2º lugar estava entre o Sebastien Bourdais com o Cadillac V Series R #01, e o René Rast com BMW M LMDH V8 #25.

A disputa entre os dois Ford Mustang GT3 da equipe de fabrica

Momento em que o Acura #10 tinha problemas estava parado.

Momento em que houve varias confusões entre um LMP2 e vários carros GTD , inclusive o carro da foto acima da Lamborghini #83 da Iron Dames.

Faltando 15h para o fim da corrida o Cadillac #01 da Cadillac Racing\Chip Ganassi Racing, estava com problemas e teve que abandonar.

Momento da disputa entre o Acura #40 e o Porsche #6 que foi atrapalhada pela Mclaren #9 que era retardatária.

Momento em que o Porsche #6 com Nick Tandy passava o Acura #40 com Jenson Button.

Momento em que o Acura #40 tinha problemas e ia para os boxes

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Momento em que Matt Campbell reassumia a liderança com o Porsche #7

A disputa entre os lideres da GTD a Mercedes #57 da Winward Racing e a Ferrari #023 da Triarze Competizone

O toque entre a BMW #1 da Paul Miller Racing da GTD Pró com a Ferrari #023 da Triarze Competizone que era o 2º colocado na GTD

A disputa pela vitória geral estava bem clara faltando 1h18min seria o Porsche 963 #7 ou o Cadillac V Series R #31 da Whelen Engering Racing.

O momento em que o Cadillac V Series R #31 com o Tom Blonqvist passou Porsche 963 #7 com o Felipe Nasr.

#24h daytona #imsa #Youtube

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Thanks for the kind words! ★★★★★ "Gorgeoushigh quality tureen in excellent condition. Arrived quickly and very well packaged. Highly recommended." Sarah #etsy #souptureen #floral #servinganddining #tureen #midcentury #kitchen https://etsy.me/3LwyNzR

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artsy-hobbitses · 3 years

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Quick casual-clothes draft for Hanley Riordan/Hot Rod!

I’m definitely aware that he’s generally designed as a very stylish/flamboyant fella, but in Ties That Bind, he didn’t really have that privilege as a child who was given up by his own parents due to his (undiagnosed) ADHD + Dyslexia and was then tossed from one foster home to another before running off to live on his own when he was sixteen and more or less growing up on the streets of Belfast, where he’d cycle from one manual job to another during the day (he’d sometimes get fired for being ‘twitchy’/unfocused during rote tasks), and moonlight as a bouncer in the city’s many bars and taverns. So he generally initially dresses like manual working class who grew up too quick and hasn’t had the time to brush his hair (and definitely missed more than a few spots shaving) before commuting for his 7am shift so he doesn’t get kicked off the duty roster by an irate boss for being five seconds late.

Despite his condition (which immediately meant that no place would hire him save for manual labour), he’s actually highly intuitive with a knack for thinking outside the box, which leads to him excelling on the field when he’s moving around and improvising plans quickly to fit ever-changing battle conditions.

He initially comes off as arrogant and rash with a chip on his shoulder, putting quite a bit of stock in himself having survived a system stacked against him, but opens up very quickly and becomes warm to people who don’t immediately cast him as an idiot if words fail him and is naturally protective of those around him, easing almost effortlessly into an early leadership role which Optimus and co. eventually find out when they first encounter him spearheading the initiative to smuggle refugees out of Belfast to safe zones away from Sentinel Prime’s increasingly draconic clampdowns.

#Maccadam #humanformers #Hot Rod #Rodimus Prime #transformers #Humanformers AU #art #Yes his nose did get busted up by a drunk while he was on-duty #He’ll gleefully relate that story to anyone who’d listen #Optimus is actually the first ‘boss’ he’s ever come across #who sees him as a person and not a problem and makes accommodations for him so he can be his very best at his job #and that inspires quite a bit of loyalty in him #You’ll find him stimming and fidgeting in briefings though the team knows he’s doing his best to focus on what’s being said

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I was tagged by @luxxm00n - hello!! 😊

Last Song: Joan Red 'No Goodbye' - it's an oldie but a goodie. And currently listening to Framing Hanley 'Hear Me Now'. It's a bit of throwback Tuesday right now.

Last Movie: Hellboy - the 2019 version. I'm not going to lie, it was a bit meh. The Ron Perlman/Guillermo del Toro version is waaaay better.

Currently Watching: The Expanse! Which I highly, highly recommend for anyone wanting some epic sci-fi!

Currently Reading: The Cuban Cigar Handbook

Currently Craving: Hmmm...right now, McDonald's chips. Which is driving me a little dolally 😂

Let's see who have I not bothered for a little bit... @a-pyre-of-doom @puurple-r3ign @42ds @igivegoodepiphany and anyone else who wants to do it!

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Where the mermaids live [2/5]

Whumptober prompt 22

Gordon decides to cheat on an important test but is caught by the school bullies. They are happy to let him keep the grade as long as he does something for them. Gordon knows he's getting in deeper than he should, but the consequences go far beyond what he expected.

Trigger warnings for blackmail, drugged and drowning.

Chapter 2: Do these tacos taste funny to you?

Read on AO3 or FFN or below

Gordon spotted the three boys from afar and headed over to them. Hanley’s corner was a secluded spot where a then tenth grade Hanley knocked up a twelfth grade cheerleader. Hanley had since graduated but that spot was forever known as his spot, whether the deed happened or not. Gordon knelt down and dragged the bag off his back.

“You got it all then?” Jesse questioned.

“Wouldn’t show my face if I hadn’t.”

Gordon unzipped the bag and showed them his loot, a little pride sneaking into his voice. They had doubted him. Well, he had pulled through.

“Nice one, Gordon. Pass us the vodka.”

Lucas reached out and Gordon passed him the bottle gladly. The quicker it was out of his possession, the further away from this he could get. Lucus opened the bottle and poured the contents into two water bottles. Jesse grabbed the Jack Daniels from the bag and poured it into two of his own bottles before lifting the six pack and slipping into his own bag. The two glass bottles were then lobbed into the bushes. Gordon closed his bag and slung it over his back, hoping to leave the boys to their drinks.

“Hey, hey. Don’t go just yet, Gordon. You gotta celebrate with us.”

“Yeah, you’ve not even wished Ford a Happy Birthday yet.”

Gordon didn’t know where he stood. He had done what they had asked but he wasn’t certain that they wouldn’t show the picture to the teachers. Turning to Ford, Gordon smiled.

“Happy Birthday Ford.”

“Thanks Gordon. How about we have some food? My mum made tacos.”

Gordon’s stomach growled. Tacos sounded great. Multiple tubs of food appeared before him and Ford handed him a box. Cracking it open, Gordon set his eyes on the lightly battered tacos. They looked fantastic, stuffed to the brim with steak, cilantro and onions, with a bright red sauce on top.

“That’s my mum’s special sauce.”

“Thanks Ford.”

Gordon picked one out and bit into it. The sauce was really spicy but they tasted fantastic, especially after Grandma’s cooking last night. A bottle containing vodka was held out to him, but he declined it. As much as he wanted to try alcohol, he knew this was not the right place to do so. These boys weren’t his friends, even if they were being nice to him. Gordon finished off the tacos he’d been given and reached for a bag of chips. He started munching them. Jesse was grinning at him, and he kept sharing looks between the other two. Gordon started to get suspicious, something was up.

“So, are we settled then? You’re not going to show the head the photo?”

“Nah.” Jesse waved it off, “Can’t risk getting ourselves into trouble now.”

Gordon wanted to feel relieved, but his heart was still pounding. He realised he couldn’t trust their word, that they could still go to the head. They could get him into big trouble and no amount of alcohol could stop it. They had him, they could torment him, he could still lose his place on the swimming team. Fear was building inside Gordon. Something flew at Gordon’s head and he swatted at it.

“Looks like it's starting to kick in!” Ford remarked excitedly.

Gordon stood up, swatting yet another moving object away. His eyes darted about, trying to pinpoint the fly that was annoying him as laughter erupted around him.

“What’s wrong, Gordon? Something bothering you?”

“There’s a fly, a big black thing.”

“Oh no there isn’t.” Lucas chuckled. “There’s nothing there, Gordon. We can’t see any fly.”

#whumptober2020 #no.22 #drugged #thunderbirds are go #fic #hallucinations #Gordon Tracy

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“Another day another dollar!”

That’s what Tak had said to him that morning before kissing him goodbye at the door. He loved Tak but whenever he complained about going to work that was the response he got, as if the promise of minimum wage could make 8 hours of mind withering boredom worth it.

Watching infinity war on fifteen different smart TVs each of which cost more than the combined sum of everything he owned Ross had nothing to do. He stared through the moving colours, squinting slightly so that the lines went blurry and the colours began to run together whilst he absent mindedly pulled at a thread on the hem of his shirt. The phone rang.

He walked towards it slowly, internally begging someone upstairs to answer so that he didn’t have to.

“Hanley Electricals, Ross speaking, how can I help you?”

The sing song sentence ran off of his tongue with all of the vigour of roadkill but the tinny voice at the other end didn’t seem to notice his despondence, or if she did, she didn’t care. The voice, made nasal by being compressed through however many hundreds of meters of copper wire and blasted over however many hundreds of kilometres to reach him, asked if he had any tips for getting a bluetooth speaker that had had Jaegermeister spilt on it working again.

The fact that humanity had come to the point where one human could instantaneously talk to another human in a different country and yet still hadn’t done any of the really important stuff like solve world hunger staggered Ross. Sure, we’d made devices that could wirelessly produce beautiful sounds that lasted for hours and charged in minutes and yet we still couldn’t make parks at night safe for people to walk home in. At least not safe for anyone other than people that looked like him (as long as he wasn’t with Tak of course).

After hearing the story he gave the woman the professional equivalent “I’m sorry but it sounds like it’s fucked” and gave her the addresses of local specialist repair shops before she thanked him and hung up. She’d bin it and buy a new one of course but he wanted to at least try and keep it from landfill if he could, it helped him sleep at night.

Four hours in he was carefully and methodically peeling the paint off of the corner of the counter where it had chipped. No one had come in all morning and there was something almost meditative about peeling off the micron thin flecks of paint millimetre by millimetre, something like a Tibetan monk making a mandala he thought to himself. He heard the automatic doors swoosh open and looked up to see a man in a sharp charcoal suit stride in. He looked impeccable, the kind of well dressed that makes your very existence feel scruffy and unkempt.

“Hello there, I was wondering if you could help me find what I’m looking for?”

“I uh yes, hi, of course, how can I help-?”

He stopped short if completing his sing song response and stammered through his introduction, there was something disarming about this man, as if Keats had just strode onto the set of Eastenders.

“I’m looking for a rugged looking dictaphone, the kind of thing Laurence of Arabia would have used to record his deepest secrets on those cold desert nights. I don’t care how it sounds, it just needs to look the part.”

Ross frowned

“Um well uh yes I’m sure I can, that we have, uh let me just-“

He walked out from behind the counter and headed towards where the recording equipment was kept. He’d been doing this job for two years and he was good at this job. Even if it made him want to prise his eyes out with a biro just so he could feel something sometimes he was good at this job. He’d been on his secondary school debate team for god’s sake! He didn’t stammer to customers and yet something about this man completely wrong footed Ross. He was devastatingly handsome, that much was obvious but it wasn’t even that, it was something about the momentum he carried with him, as if the whole world would be inexplicably carried forward in his wake.

“It’s probably this one you’re looking for? The IX290 P, it’s got stereo recording capabilities as well as-“

“Hm I think not... It certainly looks the part but yellow? It washes me out. Do you have it in another colour? I want it to look discreet, professional, daring. Something a government agent could use perhaps.”

“Ok... Well the DF4000 certainly looks the part. The audio quality isn’t as good and it’s not as durable but the black with green LCD display looks kind of...neat? And it’s still pretty heavy set, you could drop it in a puddle and it would still be alright?”

He picked it off the shelf and handed it to the man in the suit who scrutinised it for a full minute before nodding slowly.

“Yes I think this will do nicely”

They walked together back to the counter as the man in the suit scowled at the recorder description and occasionally held it against his jacket as if to compare the colours. Once they reached the counter he held out his hand.

“I am infinitely sorry for marching in here the way I did without so much as an introduction. You have been so helpful and I’ve barely given you a second glance and that us unforgivable. Damien, and you are?”

“Uh Ross, that’s fine don’t worry about it.”

He chuckled at himself, thrown off by the formality.

“Most people who come in here don’t even make eye contact, you’ve been...uh...great.”

He shook Damien’s hand and smiled back. This man could smile with his eyes, Ross had never managed to smile with his eyes and so every photo he was in he looked like he was being held there against his will, as if just out frame there was someone holding a loved one hostage and telling him to act happy. Smiling under duress was Tak’s affectionate name for Ross’s hopeless photo grimace.

“You have honest eyes Ross, not many people do, most people lie through their eyes but you don’t. That’s a very precious thing.”

He held Ross’s hand for a moment longer and for a second Ross swore he caught a hint of sadness in that smile and instantly he wanted to catch Damien before he fell, to cradle him close to his chest and protect him from the world. And then Damien blinked and it was gone, Dorian Grey in poundland once again he gave Ross a playful wink and strode out.

Ross stood there, dumbfounded from this brief encounter. It was a full five minutes before Ross even realised Damien hadn’t paid.

#writing #thoughts #chance encounter

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TV Guide - May 9 - 15, 1964

Victor Morrow (born Victor Morozoff; February 14, 1929 – July 23, 1982) Film and television actor. He came to prominence as one of the leads of the ABC drama series Combat! (1962–1967), which earned him an Emmy nomination for Outstanding Continued Performance by an Actor in a Series. Morrow continued acting up to his death during filming of Twilight Zone: The Movie (1983) when he and two child actors were killed by a stunt helicopter crash.

Morrow began appearing on television in the early 1950′s, guest starring on shows like The Millionaire, Matinee Theatre, Climax!, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, The Restless Gun, Trackdown, Richard Diamond, Private Detective, and Telephone Time.

Despite appearing in movies Morrow remained mostly a television actor, appearing in Naked City, Wichita Town, The Rifleman, The Lineup, Johnny Ringo, The Brothers Brannagan, The Law and Mr. Jones, The Lawless Years, The Barbara Stanwyck Show, General Electric Theatre, Target: The Corruptors, The Tall Man, Outlaws, Bonanza, Death Valley Days, Alcoa Premiere, Suspense, The Immortal, Dan August, Hawaii Five-O, Mannix, Sarge, McCloud, Owen Marshall, Counselor at Law and The Untouchables.

He was cast in the early Bonanza episode "The Avenger" as a mysterious figure known only as "Lassiter" – named after his town of origin – who arrives in Virginia City, and helps save Ben and Adam Cartwright from an unjust hanging, while eventually gunning down one sought-after man, revealing himself as the hunter of a lynch mob who killed his father; having so far killed about half the mob, he rides off into the night, in an episode that resembles the later Clint Eastwood film High Plains Drifter. Morrow later appeared in the third season Bonanza episode "The Tin Badge". (Wikipedia)

Rick Jason (born Richard Jacobson; May 21, 1923 – October 16, 2000) Film and television actor most remembered for starring in the ABC television drama Combat! (1962–1967).

In the 1950′s Jason received offers for television series. He guest-starred on ABC's anthology series, The Pepsi-Cola Playhouse. In 1954, he played Joaquin Murietta, the notorious Mexican bandit of the California Gold Rush, in an episode of Jim Davis's syndicated western series Stories of the Century, the story of a railroad detective investigating crime in the American West. He appeared on the NBC interview program Here's Hollywood, in the Rawhide episodes "Incident of the Coyote Weed" and "Incident of the Valley in Shadow", and co-starred in 1969 in The Monk.

In 1960, he starred as insurance investigator Robin Scott in The Case of the Dangerous Robin, a syndicated American television series that lasted only one season. It was not renewed due to Jason's health issues, including back problems. In 1962, he began starring in the television series Combat! as Platoon Leader 2nd Lt. Gil Hanley, probably his most memorable role. In this series he shared the starring role in an alternating episode rotation, with Vic Morrow as Sgt. Chip Saunders, though in many episodes they both appeared. The show was a hit that lasted for 152 episodes in five seasons. (Wikipedia)

The outlandish TV Spoof was the British Series, “The Avengers”, starring Patrick McNee and Honor Blackman.

#TV Guide #TV #1964 #Vic Morrow #Rick Jason #Combat!

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INDYCAR 101: Teams

In this part of INDYCAR 101 we’ll discuss the teams, from the powerhouses to the just barely starting out. Every driver has to have a team behind their back and a seat to race in.

A.J. FOYT ENTERPRISES

Founded by four-time Indy 500 winner A.J. Foyt, this team began racing in 1965. As a team, they have three Indy 500 wins, five series championships, and 43 race wins, 35 of those wins from A.J. Foyt himself. The current team president is Larry Foyt, A.J.’s son, who took over in 2015. Recently the team has suffered from lack of success and lack of funding. Their drivers this season are Charlie Kimball (full-time), Sebastian Bourdais, Tony Kanaan, and Dalton Kellett (all part-time).

ANDRETTI AUTOSPORT

One of the powerhouse teams, Andretti Autosport has been racing for 16 years under team owner Michael Andretti. They have four series championships, and five Indy 500 wins, with three of those coming in the last five years. The team has two ongoing partnerships, one with Harding Steinbrenner Autosport and the other with Marco Andretti and Curb-Agajanian. Their drivers this season are Ryan Hunter-Reay, Alexander Rossi, Zach Veach (all full-time), James Hinchcliffe (part-time), Conor Daly (Indy 500 only), Colton Herta (Harding Steinbrenner, full time), and Marco Andretti (Marco Andretti, full-time).

ARROW MCLAREN SP

This new team is a combined effort between Arrow Schmidt Peterson Motorsports and McLaren Racing. Schmidt Peterson Motorsports has seven wins and 28 podiums. The team was founded by Sam Schmidt after a testing accident that left him paralyzed and ended his racing career. McLaren Racing has fielded a car partnered with Andretti in the 2017 Indy 500 and failed to qualify for the 500 on their own in 2019. Their drivers are Oliver Askew (rookie, full-time) and Pato O’Ward (rookie, full-time). They have an honorary seat reserved for Robert Wickens.

CARLIN

The team has yet to win or score podiums in INDYCAR, but they have a legacy in racing series across the world. Half of the current INDYCAR field has at some point raced for Carlin. They began racing in INDYCAR in 2018 after success in Indy Lights. They have been plagued with technical issues in their INDYCAR career, but the improvements they made in the off-season seemed to pay off in testing at Sebring. Their drivers are Max Chilton (part-time), Conor Daly (part-time), and Felipe Nasr (part-time).

CHIP GANASSI RACING

The team was founded in 1990 by Chip Ganassi as a one-car team. They have 12 series championships (five of those by Scott Dixon) and over 100 wins. One of the powerhouse teams, they’ve at times fielded four or five cars full time. Their drivers are Scott Dixon, Marcus Ericsson, and Felix Rosenqvist (all full-time).

DALE COYNE RACING

Dale Coyne founded the team in 1984 and participated as an owner/driver in the INDYCAR series for seven seasons. His team focuses on coaching and teaching young drivers how to be successful in racing. The team has five wins in its long history. They have two partnerships this season, one with Vasser-Sullivan and the other with Team Goh. Their drivers are Santino Ferrucci (Vasser-Sullivan, full-time) and Alex Palou (Team Goh, full-time).

DRAGONSPEED

This team made their debut in 2019, with race starts at St. Petersburg, Barber, and the Indy 500. Prior to the revised INDYCAR schedule, the team planned to make six starts this season. Their driver is Ben Hanley (part-time).

DREYER & REINBOLD RACING

The team was founded in 1999 as a collaboration between Dennis Reinbold and Eric DeBord. For the last few seasons, the team has focused their efforts on building a successful Indy 500 entry. For 2020, the team plans to compete in more races. Their driver is Sage Karam (part-time).

ED CARPENTER RACING

Ed Carpenter founded the team in 2012 as an owner/driver and very quickly found success. After the 2013 season, Ed shifted his focus to oval races and hired Mike Conway to compete on the road and street courses. Since then, there has always been a second part-time driver at ECR to run road and street courses. The team has seven wins in its career. Their drivers this year are Ed Carpenter (ovals), Conor Daly (road/street courses), and Rinus VeeKay (full-time).

MEYER SHANK RACING

This is a new team that is competing in its first full INDYCAR season. Meyer Shank Racing first competed in INDYCAR in 2018, and they will complete full seasons in 2020 and 2021 as part of a technical alliance with Andretti Autosport. Their driver is Jack Harvey (full-time).

RAHAL LETTERMAN LANIGAN RACING

The team was founded in 1992 under a partnership between Indy 500 winner Bobby Rahal and Carl Hogan. Since then, David Letterman and Michael Lanigan have been added as co-owners of the team. Their drivers this season are Graham Rahal, Takuma Sato (both full-time), and Spencer Pigot (part-time).

TEAM PENSKE

The dominant team, they are the most successful team in INDYCAR history. The team has 18 Indy 500 wins, 16 series championships, and 212 race wins. It was founded by Roger Penske, and started racing in the INDYCAR series in 1968. Roger Penske has stepped back from a leadership role in the team, instead choosing to focus on effectively running and making improvements to the INDYCAR series and the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Their drivers are Josef Newgarden, Will Power, and Simon Pagenaud (all full-time).

#indycar 101 #indycar #motorsports

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4/10/19: Detroit chases Bauer, wins 4-1

Apparently the Detroit Tigers did not get the memo that Cleveland Indian starting pitcher Trevor Bauer had been nearly untouchable coming into his start at Comerica Park. Whichever intern is in charge of delivering the memos should just go on vacation. After allowing just 1 run and 1 base hit over the first 14 innings of the season, the Tigers touched Bauer up for 4 runs on 10 hits over 5.2 innings before being pulled from the game. It was the first time Bauer had given up 4 or more runs in a start since July 20th, 2018, against the Texas Rangers. It was also the first time he allowed 2 home runs in a game since September 15th 2017, against the Kansas City Royals. Bauer previously had a no-hitter through 7 innings against Toronto, but was pulled after issuing 6 walks with an elevated pitch count. In the first inning, Miguel Cabrera smacked a single to right field with two outs. Niko Goodrum cashed in with a two-run home run to right field, his first of the season. John Hicks chipped in with a couple of base hits, including his very own home run--a solo shot--in the sixth inning to extend the lead to 3-1. Josh Harrison drove in his first RBI of the season when he singled up the middle and sent Gordon Beckham home to score the game’s final run. Only Nicholas Castellanos did not record a base hit for Detroit, going 0-for-5 with 2 strikeouts. Matthew Boyd (1-1) walks away with his first win of the season after another strong start, throwing 6 innings and allowing 1 run on 4 hits and 2 walks, striking out 6. His lone run allowed came in the sixth inning when Hanley Ramirez doubled to center field and drove former Tiger Leonys Martin home from second. Through his first three starts, Boyd is sporting a 2.60 ERA, a 1.15 WHIP, and 29 strikeouts through 17.1 innings. Detroit was sweating bullets in the 8th inning, after Joe Jimenez managed to record the first two outs and then proceeded to walk the next three batters to load the bases. Jimenez was pulled, and Buck Farmer came in to induce a ground ball to get the force out and leave them loaded. Detroit moves to 8-4 and swaps places with Cleveland to take the lead in the American League Central Division. With a Minnesota Twins (6-3) loss today, Detroit would have sole possession of the division lead. Even with another win and leading their division, Detroit is still tied for scoring the least amount of runs in the entire league: Miami and Detroit have both totaled 33 runs so far. The bats have looked more alive as of late, and scoring 4 runs off of one of the premier pitchers in the American League is nothing to shake a stick at either. When all is said and done, Detroit won’t be averaging less than 3 runs a game at the season’s close. Tomorrow, Detroit sends out Spencer Turnbull (0-1, 4.09) against Cleveland’s Shane Bieber (0-0, 3.38) in an attempt to win the first series of the season against their division rivals. Both pitchers are coming off strong starts that resulted in no-decisions.

#detroit tigers #baseball #mlb #matthew boyd #trevor bauer #miguel cabrera #niko goodrum #john hicks #josh harrison #gordon beckham #nicholas castellanos #spencer turnbull #shane bieber #cleveland indians #hanley ramirez #leonys martin #joe jimenez #buck farmer

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The GREAT Campaign and SoFar Sounds Bring a Taste of the UK to the US [Q&A]

Photos courtesy of The GREAT Campaign

From Bowie to The Beatles, Coldplay to Adele, Ed Sheeran to Dua Lipa, the UK is famous for producing some of the world's most prominent artists. These musicians have influenced global culture by pushing boundaries and challenging audiences to see and hear things differently. However, there's more to UK music than meets the eye, or in this case, our ears, and that's where The GREAT campaign comes in.

To celebrate the UK's diverse range of music talent, the 2022 GREAT Calling Campaign, in partnership with British-born and based music experience platform Sofar Sounds, showcased some of the most exciting emerging talent coming out of the UK through a series of intimate gigs across Manhattan and Brooklyn. Iconic red British telephone booths took up residence at four different locations across the city. When hearing the phone ring, passerbys could pick it up and say, "I want to see things differently," and automatically be entered into a giveaway to win tickets to a slew of different events that showcase British stars, lifestyles, interests, and cultural pursuits, including music. Acts during the music segment of the month included Priya Ragu, Penelope Isles, Puma Blue, Jake Isaac, Hamzaa, and more, highlighting an exciting, eclectic hotbed of talent brewing across the pond.

Ones To Watch was able to talk with UK Trade Commissioner to North America Emma Wade Smith and Will Hanley, Commercial Partnerships, Sofar Sounds, about the creation and execution of the month-long celebration of the UK's multi-faceted culture.

Ones To Watch: Can you tell me about the early days of drafting the concept of for the GREAT Calling?

Emma: The GREAT campaign has been showcasing the best of the UK to the world for a decade. With the ending of transatlantic travel restrictions from the COVID pandemic, we wanted to reconnect with our friends in America and treat New Yorkers to a unique set of experiences to remind people of all that the UK has to offer and why we are a fantastic place to visit, study, and do business.

Over the last month, with our GREAT Calling Campaign, we have shown US audiences a different side of the UK. Yes, we are known for and proud of Downton Abbey, castles, and fish and chips. But there is so much more to the UK, and we wanted to show US audiences a few aspects of the UK that are not always portrayed in film and media.

It is always a good time to visit the UK, but this summer is set to be like no other. To give just a small taster of what's going on:

- June celebrations for the Queen's Platinum Jubilee, celebrating 70 years on the throne - Festival Unboxed - A nationwide celebration of culture and creativity - 75th Anniversary of the Edinburgh Festivals - Safe To Be Me - A global LGBT conference hosted in London, coinciding with the 50th anniversary of the first official London Pride marches.

What were some challenges you faced during the creation and planning process?

Emma: Throughout our planning, our top priority was to ensure that, in the context of COVID, all our events were safe and that our guests and artists felt comfortable attending. After that, our biggest challenge was deciding which aspects of UK culture to promote, given that there is so much to choose from! We finally decided to focus on food, innovation, sport, and music. But we could easily have added in film, gaming, technology, visual arts, and so much more!

We were fortunate to work with fantastic partners throughout, including Nadiya Hussain, creative geniuses Bompas & Parr, the Premier League, and SoFar Sounds. Their expertise is world-class, enabling us to let their creativity and talent tell a unique story about the UK.

What has been your favorite experience from the event, and what has been the most fulfilling aspect of seeing The GREAT Calling come to fruition?

Emma: Each of our events has been fantastic, making it very hard to choose a favourite! As a foodie, it was delicious to watch Nadiya Hussain cook up a storm in the kitchen. As a sports fan, it was wonderful to welcome 400 die-hard soccer fans to Brooklyn for an immersive Premier League matchday experience. While the rest of the world have long been soccer fans, the US has been slower to catch on, but thanks to shows like Ted Lasso, there has been a real rise in interest in the sport. It's now the fourth most popular sport in the USA, with NBC broadcasting all the Premier League matches. And getting to dine with Mary Seacole, Charles Darwin, William Shakespeare, and Agatha Christie at the world's first AI Banquet - our Innovation event – was a dream come true.

That said, I also love live music, so it has been wonderful to work with SoFar Sounds to create a platform for some of the UK's up-and-coming musicians. We have had gigs in distilleries, arts clubs, and even an ice cream factory. It is fabulous to see such a diverse mix of artists – who are already making waves in the UK – perform for US audiences as part of our GREAT Calling campaign, and begin to build a following here too.

Who's idea was it to put the red telephone booths all over NYC? Please tell me you took a photo with one of them!

Emma: In promoting the UK, we try to celebrate our heritage as well as showcase the modern aspects of the UK. The phone booths are an iconic part of our heritage as well as being an example of brilliant British design. And I didn't just take one photo; I visited every single one as they popped up everywhere from Brooklyn to Astor Place, Meatpacking to Midtown. It was great to watch people's reactions to the phone booth - to see the crowds of people lining up to take photos with them and to see their reaction when the phone actually rang and they got to win tickets to our events to experience a less familiar side of the UK.

What is your favorite thing about UK music culture?

Emma: I love the variety and the individuality of UK music. UK musicians often talk about the community of UK musicians and how they are supported and encouraged to succeed, either through local communities or by institutions like the BBC that champions new music through their festivals, their events, or their annual 'Sound of' list. It is really pleasing that the government plays a part in this through schemes like the Music Export Growth Scheme or the British Music Embassy at SXSW, which helps UK artists reach new audiences overseas.

Also, there is nothing quite like experiencing a UK festival; everyone should do it at some stage in their life. From Green Man to Glastonbury, T in the Park, or Great Escape – there is a festival experience for everyone.

When did SoFar Sounds come into the picture, and can you shine a light on how the planning of the secret showcases went?

Emma: New York is a city full of incredible live music, so we knew we needed to create something special. SoGar was a natural fit for us, given their focus on up-and-coming talent and their love of taking live music back to its roots. By using unusual venues and by not releasing artists' names in advance, it curates audiences that are there for all the right reasons and who are true music lovers. SoFar began in London and now does shows in 400 cities worldwide. They demonstrate UK creativity at its best.

What were some ideas that were great but were ultimately passed on?

Given the scale of our options, there were naturally quite a lot of ideas that did not make the final cut, mainly due to COVID restrictions. The great news on that, though, is that we have a stock of ideas waiting to see the light of day at some point in the future.

I'm sure that many amazing up-and-coming artists coming out of the UK were considered for this event! How did you go about finding and choosing the artists that ultimately ended up performing?

Will: SoFar has an incredibly large contact book when it comes to performers, collated over more than a decade of our exclusive events around the world. SoFar's talent team is excellent, but every member of SoFar is of course, a massive music fan, finding the best gigs in the underground scenes across the globe, so we all pitch in. The UK, in particular, is one of our strongest territories, in fact, where the company was born and home to a diverse range of acts spanning a massive breadth of genres and influences. So when it came to the GREAT Campaign, we looked down this long list of truly excellent performers with the goals of both representing the music scene in the UK and also those acts that are of the moment NOW; the ones to watch. I must say it was very difficult to decide on the line-up due to the scope of brilliant performers on the up in the UK. That said, we found the final selection to be the best representation of the diverse array of sounds and cultures that makes up the British music scene.

Which secret showcase was your favorite?

Will: Our last event was an absolute showstopper. A truly grand finale, closing an inimitable series of wonderful music events. Rose Betts, Geo Jordan, and finally Hamzaa took to the stage at the National Arts Club, a venue with a lot of class and also home to a gorgeous Steinway grand piano.

Can we expect The GREAT Calling to become a yearly event? (I really hope so!)

Emma: The US is an incredibly important market for the UK, given the close relationship between our two countries and people. I would love to bring GREAT Calling back to the US; we have so much more to show! That said, we also have a lot of activity going on outside of this particular campaign. We have just wrapped up the British Music Embassy at SXSW, showcasing more amazing UK music like Self Esteem and Priya Ragu. And keep an eye out for some major celebrations across the US for the Queen's Platinum Jubilee in June.

Who is a UK musician that people should definitely be listening to right now?

Will: So hard to choose! But, of course, I would say to look at the line-up from the GREAT Calling events — Penelope Isles, I'm certain, are destined for greatness or Hamzaa if you're specifically looking for a solo artist. She has a beautifully soulful voice that cannot be compared. If you need to have someone outside of our line-up, then Knucks.

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