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.
History's first trillionaire is a guy who catches rockets out of the sky with chopsticks and beams internet to every dead zone on the planet.
Same guy ships cars that drive themselves, humanoid robots for the factory floor, brain chips that let paralyzed people move a cursor with pure thought, and an AI running on a supercomputer his team stood up in months instead of years.
And the people crashing out about his net worth are doing it on the app he owns. The same app governments spent years trying to censor.
You cannot legislate a rocket into orbit.
🚨 JUST NOW: Karmelo Anthony supporter says Karmelo should’ve kiIIed Austin’s twin brother HUNTER as well
And the Karmelo group AGREES with her.
They’re OPENLY calling for MURDER. This was NEVER about self-defense. Some of them just want to see white people murdered in cold blood.
They can’t be reasoned with.
“BOTH of the brothers should’ve been dead, if you ask me.”
Disgusting.
This is rich coming from her. Here's a personal story of the irony here: 2007, CH does The Tonight show w Jay Leno. She makes fun of Angelina Jolie & her newly adopted son, 3 yr old Pax, who is Asian.
CH: “He probably doesn’t even realize he’s Asian yet! He certainly doesn’t know he’s going to be a horrible driver… or that he’s going to be amazing at doing nails!”
The next few days there was plenty of outrage, disappointment & accusations of racism levied against NBC.
2 weeks later, I'm booked on The Tonight Show & I've already had my set approved. I was told, I can't tell any of my jokes because of the blowback of her hacky, racist jokes. Yes, I couldn't tell jokes about being Asian because she did so much damage making fun of Asians.
Then, weeks later of 2007, I performed at a showcase where CH was present. Prior to, I had never spoken to, met or interacted with her & as I was wrapping up my set, I mentioned her in the crowd? It's odd to see a comedian sitting in a showcase watching w audience, so I mentioned it in passing. She then yelled out "you're doing a great little Asian job".
MY POINT: I personally know Shane & Tony aren't racist. In fact, I don't think Chelsea is racist. Sure, she's got a long history of promiscuity, an affinity for day drinking, publicly stated she's prescribed a healthy dose of anti depressants, rumored to be awful to work for or with, has a punch card to a plastic surgeon, accused of punching down in her comedy, never been married or had kids & lives alone in her 50s, had dinner with Jeffrey Epstein but c'mon gang, she's not racist.
I kept this story in my pocket for a long time....
In Pittsburgh, September 15th is Roberto Clemente Day.
Every year the whole organization fans out across the city. It's like Christmas. Roberto's family is there, Vera and the boys.
My first year as manager was 2011. We celebrated. We shook hands and moved on.
We didn't win.
19 consecutive losing seasons.
2012 rolls around. Same day, same celebration. We had another losing season, our 20th consecutive.
After the ceremony, Roberto Jr. walked over.
"My mom wants to talk to you."
We went into the dugout. Me, Vera, and her three sons.
She spoke in Spanish. I played four years of winter ball so I understood enough. She wasn't angry, but she was passionate. And I kept hearing Roberto's number come up.
Roberto Jr. translated.
"My mother wants you to know that there cannot be a 21st losing season. That was Roberto's number. It would be a disgrace to his legacy."
She was staring right at me.
Before I could even think about what to say, words came out of my mouth:
"I promise you, Vera. That won't happen."
Roberto Jr. looked at me and said, "You made my mom a promise. I hope you can keep it."
I said, "I hope I can keep it too."
I didn't tell my coaches. I didn't tell the players. I told my wife. That was it.
The next year, 2013, we broke the consecutive seasons losing streak. Ended it at 20.
On Roberto Clemente Day that September, Vera came walking across that field.
And I probably got one of the most meaningful hugs I've ever received in my life.
The players did all the heavy lifting. I just got the hug.
Some promises are worth making before you know if you can keep them.
@Pirates
When I was with MSU football, we traveled to Iowa for a game.
At one point, I got separated from the group, (long story) but I found myself walking toward the stadium in my Spartan jersey. I was walking through a massive group of Iowa fans tailgating.
I’d been to Ohio State already, so I was mentally ready for all the horrible stuff I was about to experience.
Before I had got 100 feet in, people had given me pork chop sandwiches, chips, all kinds of stuff.
I ended up chatting with a bunch of them and they were just the best fan base ever. They loved Iowa football and were just so dang pleasant.
Eventually, I got back to the stadium and a couple hours later the game started.
I was curious as to what these sweet people would be like once the missile launched.
When you’re on the sideline in Iowa, you are right next to the fans. The distance between you and them is very small.
I’ll tell you what, They hurled some of the best and most creative verbal abuse I’ve ever heard in my life.
Absolutely first rate.
They will always be my favorite fan base in the Big Ten.
Hypothetical: You’re the owner of an MLB team. I offer to take $0 salary and sign a minor league contract and go to Low A.
If the “he sucks now” crowd is right and I get lit up, you cut me, lose $0 and there’s no risk to the big league club.
If the “clubhouse cancer” crowd is right, you see it immediately at Low A and cut me. You lose $0 and there’s no risk to the big league club.
If there’s massive negative PR, which we already know there won’t be, you just cut me and move on. The story is dead in a couple days, you lose $0, and there’s no risk to the big league club.
But, assuming none of those things happen, which they obviously wouldn’t, if you like what you see, you can promote me to AA and re evaluate me there. Then AAA. Then the big leagues. If I earn it, which you’d be 100% in control of deciding. If you don’t think I’m good enough, you lose $0 and there’s no risk to the big league club.
You could take away my “antics”. You could take away my social media. You could ask anything of me. If I don’t comply, you cut me, lose $0, and there’s no risk to the big league club.
What logical reason is there to not do this? At worst, you cut me and there’s no risk to the big league club. At best, you get a Cy Young winner for $0 who you know can still pitch and could help the big league team if and when you see fit.
A recap of today’s bonkers events:
1.) NY Post released damning photos of Vrabel kissing Dianna Russini in 2020 while wearing his wedding ring and 6 months before she was married
2.) TMZ releases a 2024 photo of Vrabel and Russini smiling together at a casino
3.) Mike Vrabel calls a last-minute press conference to say very little
4.) Twitter sleuths connect the dots showing that Vrabel may be the father of Russini’s first born son “Michael.” People are calling for paternity tests
5.) Dave Portnoy, a former Russini supporter said “You just can’t name your kid the same name as the guy you are having an affair with. We have entered bananland with this story and nothing is off the table.”
6.) Dianna Russini deletes her X account
The Bill Simmons Podcast ReListenables featuring Dianna Russini (2025)
Simmons: “People are excited! We barely had a coach last year”
Russini: “I get it, but they’re going overboard. It’s like, we’re gonna shove Vrabel D down your throat so much you’re gonna forget about Mayo”
Dianna Russini has a son named Michael, born in 2021 with her husband, Kevin Goldschmidt. Page Six published photos of her kissing Mike Vrabel (full name: Michael George Vrabel) in March 2020.
A post from Dianna Russini in 2021 has also been making rounds on social media.
“Keep looking at my almost 4 day old son Michael while trying to figure out who are the best Michaels to ever play and coach in the NFL?”