Chris Kamler

John Sherman, the owner of the Kansas City Royals looked stunned. He looked over a ballroom full of half-inflated balloons and a bank account $60 million dollars lighter that he helped spend on a YES campaign in Jackson County that lost badly last week and looked… well… kinda sad.

In many ways, the legitimacy of gambling is a boon for local economies. It is estimated that Kansas will make $1.8 billion dollars in the 2023 tax year off of gambling revenues. The market cap for some of these gambling and gaming companies looks like a bunch of zeroes and commas. DraftKings is worth $19 Billion. Sands Gaming tops the list at $38 billion. It's a hot market to say the least.

OJ Simpson passed away a few weeks ago. His murder trial was a significant part of my early 20’s as I worked nights and would normally get up around the time the trial began. I remember watching the trial for as long as I could until I had to head into work. Then, I would stop off at the White Castle on Armour and then off to work to devour my treasures.

Enter Kansas City Chief Harrison Butker. In a recent commencement address at Benedictine College, Kansas City Chiefs kicker Harrison Butker stirred up controversy with his views on women's roles. While congratulating the graduating women, Butker expressed his belief that most of them were likely more excited about marriage and motherhood than their careers.

Just a couple of months ago, I wrote in this space about the perils of sports betting barreling down the road with regards to professional sports. At the time, Jontay Porter, former Missouri Tiger was being suspended for sports betting. The names are starting to pile up – and the problems with professional leagues are beginning to mount.

Over the past 15 years, the landscape of television has been revolutionized. What started as cable television – a technology that brought us dozens of entertainment options in hundreds of commercials – has now changed to a streaming world.

In a stunning display of political prowess, the 2024 presidential debate left viewers wondering: “Is this a debate or a lullaby competition?” President Joe Biden and former President Donald Trump took the stage, armed with their talking points, and promptly put the audience to sleep.

This past week, I turned 52 years old. I don’t feel 52 years old. If anything, I feel like I’m 30. Many would say that I act 12, and they would be correct. But there are times where you start to feel aging hit you.

It is an early summer morning. The air is still and my left knee is barking. The air temperature has dropped about 10 degrees from the triple-digits we saw this time yesterday. There’s gunna be weather. The TV is on in the background screaming about raised fists and tickets and conventions, but my eyes are on the sky. There’s gunna be weather.

When I went to bed last Thursday, I felt a sense of satisfaction that I had nearly made it through another week working in Cybersecurity. My email inbox was at a manageable level. I had my team working on priorities. It was a decent week. Then, nearly 10 million computers around the globe decided to crash overnight Friday morning.