Chris Groz

This motherfucker right here. 100% brings it in every role. Can play the asshole, also funny as hell. Recognize him.

Super Sky Point to Ace Frehley. When I was in 1st grade, KISS felt like a supernatural force. Half men, half mythology, and 100% badassery. You simply can’t write the story of pop culture and music in the 70s without “The Space Ace.” Let’s put on Shock Me and light one up. #RIP

BREAKING: Ric Flair’s shoes cost more than your house.

As you watch Bo Jackson nail this guy at third with an absolute missile, please consider that he did this with a prosthetic hip. And I’m 99.9% sure he then says something pretty dang close to “Don’t you even try that, you motherfucker.”

Super Sky Point to Hulk Hogan, a man who revolutionized the pro wrestling industry twice. If you don’t remember Wrestlemania III, I can’t adequately explain what a cultural touchstone moment it was when he did the seemingly impossible by slamming Andre the Giant. He was the brightest light in a sky full of larger-than-life WWE stars. Years later, we saw that same childhood hero morph into the conniving “Hollywood” Hogan in WCW and his on-air villainy damn near put Vince McMahon and the WWE out of business. Monday nights became must-see television and it ushered in the attitude era. Wrestling’s popularity and mainstream acceptance ascended to new levels. Love him or hate him, or maybe he made you feel both emotions, Hulk Hogan was always relevant. He knew how to make you care. He put asses in seats and in front of tv screens. That was his job. And he was damn good at it. Whatcha gonna do, St. Peter, when the 24-inch pythons run wild on you? #RIP

Today in 1985, it felt like the entire world stopped for Live Aid. And with dozens of music legends filling the bill in both the U.S. and U.K., Freddie fucking Mercury went out there and stole the show.

Super Sky Point to the great George Foreman. This one hurts. A kid who arrived on the national scene when he won gold in Mexico City in 1968 and waved American flags. Who became the most feared boxer of his era after destroying Joe Frazier and Ken Norton in a combined four rounds. An invincible force who was outthought and outboxed by an allegedly washed up Muhammad Ali in Zaire in 1974 and who retired three years later, exhausted after another upset loss and changed by the subsequent religious experience that prompted him to retire in his prime. Big George left public life and went home to Texas for a decade before returning to boxing to raise money for his church. He was mocked for being fat and written off as a joke as he knocked over a slew of tomato cans. But he persevered to regain that heavyweight title he lost in that African night just over 20 years later at age 45 with a right hand that rendered an undefeated champion unconscious. “It happened! It happened!” shouted Jim Lampley as Michael Moorer laid on his back in a fog after meeting the same right hand that had separated so many other men from their senses. He learned how to smile during his second act. Now bald and cherubic, the same folks who once feared him and teased him suddenly loved him. He became a genial teddy bear who made millions hawking that damn grill. Goodbye to Big George, a man who achieved a dream he believed in for two decades - the dream only he thought was possible. A man whose goodness redeemed him from the darkness that prevented him from enjoying his initial fame, fortune, and acclaim. He won so much more in his middle age than that heavyweight crown he prized so much. I never met George Foreman but I loved him. Rest in peace, champ.

Super Sky Point to Rickey Henderson, the greatest leadoff man and base stealer to ever set foot on a baseball diamond. I’m stunned. Some guys seem larger than mortality. Rickey was one of them. #RIP

50 years old.

Super Sky Point to Peter Edward Rose. He was crass. He was selfish. He was full of shit. He was his own worst enemy. But nobody played harder, nobody loved baseball more, nobody won more games, and nobody got more hits. He’ll always be a Hall of Famer to this kid. #RIP

When you’re taking about the greatness of John Candy, never sleep on his role in JFK: “The government’s gonna jump all over your head, Jimbo, and go cock-a-doodle-doo.”