Michael

Proverbs 21:31

[Michael @CayneM32]

Peak Cinema

[Michael @CayneM32]

@davisr10

[Michael @CayneM32]

Sole purpose was to punish 8 year old me for choosing charmander tbh

[Bat Vibes @BatVibes]

Onix is one of the biggest paradoxes in Pokémon.

First off, it is a MASSIVE 28-foot-long boulder snake that somehow weighs ONLY 463 pounds?!

Second, the lore states this absolute beast tunnels through mountains at 50 mph. It sounds terrifying.

But in the games? Its base Attack stat is an abysmal 45.

To put that in perspective:
• A tiny Pidgey hits exactly as hard as Onix.
• An Oddish literally hits harder than Onix.

When you use Onix, you are deploying a terrifying, three-story-tall rock monster that canonically deals less physical damage than a walking radish.

[Michael @CayneM32]

@mcblevins12 @mattvanswol Prob not the best look for a fellow Bo Nix jersey owner.

[Michael @CayneM32]

They would’ve renamed the meatball sub after me.

[ARROW @phresh_arrow]

Imagine making $70-80k a year in the $5
footlong era.

[College Baseball News @CollegeBSBNews]

West Virginia pitcher Reese Bassinger was given a bases loaded, no outs scenario.

He did not allow a single run. ⛰️

[The Battery Avenue Booer @TrillWilsosa]

Choosing whether to watch Georgia get no-hit in a CWS elimination game or Grant Holmes pitch in a monsoon

[Eric Cole @leprekhan]

Putting that ball in that spot in dead center in the rain is not normal. Unreal.

[Michael @CayneM32]

Can confirm @ryanhallyall is the RedZone of weather. It’s plum wild sometimes.

[Big Cat @BarstoolBigCat]

The NFL Red Zone but for weather sounds awesome @ryanhallyall

[JD Vance @JDVance]

Trump won we don’t have to do this anymore

[Michael @CayneM32]

@mcblevins12 Preaching to the choir.

[Michael @CayneM32]

They just blow by that 100 pitch count in college baseball with zero regard lol

[Michael @CayneM32]

lol

[The Athletic @TheAthletic]

Several Giants players wrote Bible verses on their caps to respond to Pride Night.

The gesture echoed a familiar pattern: making a night meant for inclusion about something else entirely.

Read more for free, from @GrantBrisbee: https://t.co/roBLix4N1B

[Michael @CayneM32]

… Braves got good injury news? Are the tides turning?

[Mark Bowman @mlbbowman]

Strider’s MRI didn’t show any ligament damage, just inflammation. There aren’t any current concerns about him needing surgery. Today’s visit with Dr. Meister (performed surgery in 2024) will just provide an indication of what the next steps will be. Meister will provide a timetable for recovery. By tomorrow, we’ll have an idea of when Strider could begin throwing again.

[Chipper Jones @RealCJ10]

Get this one a lot….wanting more power and wondering why it’s not there. This is a perfect example of landing really hard on the stride foot and coming off of the back foot. Back leg straightens and the head and body move forward. Causes him to be behind the heat and in front of off speed. That’s a bad place to be for a hitter. This young fella, at address, is in a nice position….with a softer stride and staying in that back knee, I do believe results will follow. Back knee bent throughout and swing ‘north’! Hope this helps…

[Michael @CayneM32]

Long may it spin

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths.

Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents.

I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself.

This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated.

I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?"

"Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way."

"But the store loses."

"Yep. On purpose."

On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands.

In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one.

A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir."

It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow.

I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious.

Some prices are not prices. They are promises.

I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back.

The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars.

Long may it spin.

[Man-Soo Lee @palehose05]

They should put a goldfish in here and then imbed it into a 1/1 Topps card

[Happy Captain @EODHappyCaptain]

At the America 250th Celebration there should be a slideshow of things we avoided by gaining our independence, and this should be the first photo.

[Michael @CayneM32]

Yeah we weren’t losing after seeing this lol

[Jon Root @JonnyRoot_]

Two Christian San Francisco Giants pitchers protested Pride Night on Friday night vs Chicago

- Starting pitcher Landen Roupp wrote Genesis 9:12-16 on his Pride hat

- Relief pitcher Sam Hentges refused to wear the hat at all (just like Blake Treinen)

Well done, gentlemen 👏

[Michael @CayneM32]

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Americas 250th summer rules.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

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.