@JomboyMedia Took about 100 New Yorkers to beat up a Texan. New Yorkers remain the biggest shit talkers with the least ability to back up it of any population on Earth. Seriously, New Yorkers are pussies.
USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.
I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.
Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.
In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.
This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.
The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.
So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.
The owner asked if everything was okay.
"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."
He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"
I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.
I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.
So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.
And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.
Reborn.
A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.
So, some of my friends in the Great North are unamused by this stat and/or me. I just think it's crazy odd. Second oddest sports factoid behind this one: Only one franchise has ever drafted two NFL HOF quartebacks in one draft: The Kansas City Royals in 1979.
Hey @David_J_Bier, @AlexNowrasteh, do the lost economic contributions of an American family of five wiped out by a fresh immigrant count against immigrant contributions in your Cato Institute models or are they offset by the increased funeral home earnings?
Claude Lemieux died by suicide. He was found on Thursday morning at a business owned by his family. He was 60 years old.
Lemieux is survived by his wife and their 4 children.
Just a tragic story...
The NHL Alumni Association is devastated to share that Claude Lemieux has passed away at the age of 60.
Born in Buckingham, Quebec, Claude was selected by the Montreal Canadiens in the second round of the 1983 NHL Entry Draft and would make his NHL debut just a few months later on October 13, 1983 and scored his first career NHL goal on December 4, 1983.
Claude split time between the Canadiens organization and the QMJHL from 1983 to 1985, capturing the President’s Cup with the Verdun Junior Canadiens in 1985 as QMJHL playoff champions, while earning the Guy Lafleur Trophy as Playoff MVP.
The very next season, Claude recorded 10 goals and 16 points in 20 playoff games as he and the Montreal Canadiens won the Stanley Cup. Claude remained with the Canadiens for an additional four seasons before joining the New Jersey Devils ahead of the 1990-91 season.
In 1994-95, his fifth and final season with New Jersey, Claude led the Devils to their first Stanley Cup championship, registering 13 goals in 20 playoff games, taking home the Conn Smythe Trophy as Playoff MVP. As a member of the Colorado Avalanche in 1995-96, Claude was once again an integral part of team history as the Avalanche hoisted Lord Stanley’s Cup for the very first time in 1996.
Claude played 297 regular-season games in an Avalanche uniform before rejoining the New Jersey Devils in November of 1999, and for a fourth and final time, would be crowned a Stanley Cup champion on June 10, 2000. Claude later played for the Phoenix Coyotes and Dallas Stars before making a comeback with the San Jose Sharks during the 2008-09 season.
Internationally, Claude represented Canada on several occasions, including capturing a gold medal at the 1985 World Junior Hockey Championships and winning the 1987 Canada Cup.
He was loved by his wife and four children, and on behalf of the Lemieux family, we kindly ask that everyone respect their privacy during this difficult time.
Memorial service details to follow.
@JDoe2025USA@JDunlap1974 I believe that’s Brian Banks. Happened years ago. He was a highly recruited high school kid that would have played at USC. Instead, he spent his college years in a cell. Read up on the case and maybe you’ll understand why “believe all women” is bullshit, “TruthSeeker”.
@robbystarbuck He won’t need to get off on any type of legal technicality, he’ll be set free because there’s no chance of finding a group of 12 people that doesn’t include at least one fanboi/fangirl. He’ll never be convicted.
@tsnmike@Marksholygrail Why does it have to be like every other sport? Half the fun of college football is arguing about what teams are better than other teams.