A pro called ‘beef’ was always a magnet – and Barstool was counted

Only in the last year of CODY Franke, Franke’s life became available to all of us to see through the wonders of the Internet, and its mysterious ability to see the transcendent among us.

Cody Franke – “The Codeman,” to his family and all your friends; “Beef,” for the newcomers – died last month at the age of 31. Franke (rhymes with Yankee) It was a son of the Midwest and rising in the business of Califorl’s and Rerandise Deserts in the desert of Southern California that Barstool Sports had the first concept of Golf Ovelity. ” Sam “Riggs” Bozoian, who worked closely with Franke at Barstool, shared the news of Franke’s death on Barstool’s Playcast PODcast. “He was a great person, all day, every day, to everyone he met,” Riggs said. That post has more than a million views.

On Saturday morning, there was a memorial service for Franke. The service was held at Grace Community Bible Church, in the small Illinois town of Lake Villa, an hour – and North by car from Soldier Field, home of the bears. (Lake Villa is near the Wisconsin border, but Franke’s interests always point to the north and east, to Chicago.) The service, which is available to anyone to watch through the magic of YouTube and lasts for two hours, is billed as a “celebration of life.” There could not be a more accurate description.

The speakers were all family members and loved each other passionately. Franke’s grandfather used to wear a cap Beef mounted on a bicycle on top of its crown. He sat down on a white plastic chair next to his wife, Cody’s grandmother. “Gramps” and “grams,” in the storytelling that emerged. In front, on the pulpit, was Coff’s Golf Bag and a collection of Golf Cheps, including one from the masters. Behind the white plastic chairs, in the long, white stalls, were words Feed the firethe motto of the church.

“Can I hear beef!?” Gramps asked the believers.

“Beef!” they shouted and were crowded.

There have been many references to franke gifts for sports, golf, boating and fishing, football, hockey, baseball. (“Don’t slide, pody! There were more than a few clues about his warmth, kindness, poise and size. His size was part of his calling card, along with everything else. He was the package deal. He took it all.

The speakers came to the pulpit in pairs and the last two, Dominic Scopone and David Rudary, were their classmates and Franke’s Fran at Ferris State in BIG RDSHIPS, Microsoft.

“Are you here to play Ferris ball?” Scopone asked in their first interview.

“Ah, No,” said Franke. “Here on the golf course.”

“Oh, cool. Me too.”

After five or six minutes, Franke grabbed his future roommate by the arm and said, “It happens all the time, don’t worry about it.”

Rudary explained that he was in a swimming pool at a resort in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic, late last month. At the festival, in the festivities leading up to his wedding ceremony, he asked Franke, one of his residents, what he would like to drink. Fifteen minutes of disruption later, Rudary offered a beer. “That doesn’t look like double jack and coke,” Franke said. “Fortunately,” said Rugary, and the travelers, “He wasn’t too picky.”

Cody Franke died on that trip in the Dominican Republic, Saturday, Oct. 25, the result of an unexplained and sudden medical emergency. Rudary explained how his wedding band ring was made from wood from a Jack Daniel’s whiskey barrel. It was a tribute to how the cosmic is heard by chance, and the hidden meaning of everyday life.

Scopone and Rudary urged their listeners to follow Franke’s path, in a life without regrets, to live a life where no one can say with your voice.

A dozen or so courts in Grace Community on Saturday, along with the view shown – Cody Franke’s long reel of these photos – painted a picture of a practical man, despite the obstacles he had to face in his daily life.

The founder of Barstool Dave Portnoy and his colleagues must have, surely with mutual understanding, they saw that Lorne Michaels realized when he hired Chris Perley, an athlete, an alien of great size The DA Bears Running through his veins, because the cast of “Saturday Night Live.” Franke, like Farley, was everyman.

Franke was devoted to the famous clouds of veterans’ charity charvity. In the interview, Sara Bush, the famous big folder, explained the Franke meeting for the first time, at the event in Chicago. “His treatment was like a hug,” she said. Several days before the Memorial service, there was a Folds of Honor Fundraiser in Franke’s name at the Frankew Golf Resort in Pall Willow Desert, Calif. A few years ago, Franke, along with other great golfers, played 100 holes in a 24-hour period, including a lot of golf under the full moon, as spells for the Dolon Fundraiser. Bush described a young man as “Ma’am” and “Sir” was the second.

Franke’s golf coach at Lakes Community High, Bill Hamill, recalled a great golfer who could shoot 40 holes on the back nine as a teenager and had one swing idea: with one ball to follow. Hamill, in a phone interview, said Cody followed his brother, Craig, first to the Lakes golf club and the LGA Golf Management program at Ferris State. Hamill noted that the seniors’ instruction, examples of which are readily available on the Barstool website, are impressive examples of straight-forward analysis that addresses the Universal golf body type while allowing for the player’s body and player tendencies.

Hamill, lost in memory, recalled Franke doing the mindless, stomach-shuggling truffle tuffle shirt from the movie The goonies After defeating the winning pools in the district tournament. He also explained how he motivated himself, the intra-nxazonke cycle, with bars of snickers and bags of fritolay chips, and bathed in mountain dew. Generations of the Bible community were not bound by mountain dew, either. No one judges, not coach Hamill, remembering Franke in high school, not anyone at the health celebration, anyone, where his mother, there, some threatening shares, some come in on cell phones. The link to the service showed that a few lovers watched it.

Millions watched Cody, Head Pro of Barstool Sports, compete in Barstool’s Internet Challenge. Played this summer, it produced 16 teams of three people, golfers who got their face positions through the influence of the Internet. An elimination format event is absurd and pregnant by definition, as is everything in golf. We stick to – any of us, all of us – a value as we see fit. We decide. That has always been the case but there is more of it now than ever before. Networks and your morning paper are used to tell you what’s important. Those days are over. Cody Franke stepped into the void, as Barstool’s talent scouts somehow knew he would.

The winning team takes home $1 million to split three ways. Before the Finale – which was played on Aug. 16, 10 10 weeks before Franke’s death – someone asked Franke what he would do, if this was real – a big TV show came his way. “I think I was going to pay off my parents’ house,” she said. The comment came because it was pure Franke and not from a script. And because his answer was recorded. Millions may have heard that comment by now. Millions watched the awards presentation, where Portnoy handed out winking pink jackets to the winners. Two of the winners entered them. Franke held it in his hands. When the moment was shot, three months ago, it looked like an unexpected jokey pink sports coat. Now it looks like a shroud.

Cody Franke played his dot-duff – chip shot on the last hole, all that was needed to secure the win for his team, with the putter. Is that beef?

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