BREAKING: The Chicago Bulls are finalizing the hire of Portland Trail Blazers interim Tiago Splitter as the franchise's new head coach, sources tell ESPN. Splitter succeeds Billy Donovan as the Bulls' coach after stepping into the head job and excelling in Portland last season.
I swear for as long as I can remember the old head tough guys would rant “the NBA is so soft. they’re all too buddy buddy. where did all the rivalries go”
Wemby comes along slinging beef & making imaginary enemies, it’s been nothing but those same guys crying their eyes out about it. He’s everything you claim to miss from the 90s man
Shelton d. Fritz 6-4 2-6 6-4 in Stuttgart
Ben wins his first grass-court title and knocks out the the defending champ to do so.
He's now won his last 3 meetings against Taylor and hasn't lost a match to him since 2023.
He's gone 3 sets in every single match this week
2 match points saved last round as well
✅6th career title
✅3rd title of 2026
✅9th top 10 win
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Victor Wembanyama:
“The margin of error is very, very thin. We absolutely dominated for most of the series. But our errors, our mistakes, are punished so hard. We can’t have ups and downs like this. The ups are okay, the downs are the reason we lost.”
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.