@RawbertBeef In retrospect the Snap should have un-fused Hulk and Banner and should have led to Savage Hulk coming back for that final Endgame battle.
Imagine how much harder that would have been if we got a Savage Hulk roar instead of just Rocket clicking the machine gun.
David Stearns is a horrendous face for the Mets organization. His arrogance is tremendously off-putting. Stearns should take queue from Leon Rose and stop talking to the media entirely. @StevenACohen2
Stearns failed the fan base by treating Pete Alonso the way he did the past 2 off-seasons. Pete was a pillar in the Mets community, he represented the New York Mets like a gentlemen, and most importantly, he LAUNCHED BETWEEN 35-50 FUCKBOMBS A SEASON AND PLAYED EVERY DAY. He (obviously) fields a better first-base than the slew of players Stearns chose to replace Pete.
@Mets
The Celtics took a "good hard look at themselves" after realizing that their team wouldn’t compete with the Knicks after seeing their championship run.
(@WindhorstESPN)
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.