Hamid Ali

Blue Devil raised in the suburbs of Philly with Pakistani food, Islam, and The Haverford School. Tweeting about sports, politics, and entertainment.

[Hamid Ali @HamidAli]

Ok this is amazing

[ESPN @espn]

Through every heartbreak. Through every season.

This one’s for the Day Ones 💙🧡

[Hamid Ali @HamidAli]

Haha

[Governor Kathy Hochul @GovKathyHochul]

Aged like milk.

[Eddie 🍝 @ebrwnjr]

If you from Philly and raised like how I was raised you hate the cowboys the Mets the Celtics and the Knicks bro I’m sorry 😂😂😂😂😂

[Josh Reynolds @JoshReynolds24]

As a hoops fan, I really, truly love this so much… Parity is so great for the league. This is wonderful.

As a Sixers fan, seeing Toronto, Milwaukee, Boston & New York all win championships in the last 8 seasons is something out of a straight up nightmare lmao I hate it here

[evan loves worf @esjesjesj]

Dude has never chosen the winning side

[sean yoo @SeanYoo]

“The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars.”

most romantic way to describe supermarket rotisserie chicken

[Hamid Ali @HamidAli]

Hahaha yup 😢

[Brandon Lee Gowton @BrandonGowton]

As the Sixers’ biggest rivals win championships, I’m comforted to know Josh Harris saved himself some money ahead of the trade deadline.

[Jacob Moreno @jacob_moreno_]

The 2018 draft keeps finding ways to haunt the Sixers.

[Hamid Ali @HamidAli]

Oh yes

[Julia Dugan @juju_Dugan18]

Americans: "our food is garbage"
Europeans: "BUCCEES, TACO BELL, CHILIS, WAFFLE HOUSE, REFILLS. AMERICA🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸"

[HLTCO @HLTCO]

Call it “soft as fuck” if you want but one thing the World Cup always seems to do, almost as soon as it begins, is remind you that you’ll likely enjoy your life a LOT more if you welcome people in and try to have a laugh rather than being consistently aggy.

[Hamid Ali @HamidAli]

Yup!!!!

[Freddy🇩🇪 @FreddyLA7]

Lives were changed.

[Hamid Ali @HamidAli]

Hahaha

[meredith @noyeahobviously]

Thinking about the accent combinations happening in sports bars in Boston right now, chills

[Joy Bhattacharjya @joybhattacharj]

Scotsmen in kilts playing the bagpipes at 6am in Boston. The residents of Lawrence, Kansas learning the Algerian national anthem and crowding every practice, South Korean supporters sharing their tequila with Mexican fans before the match, Brazilians taking over Times Square. Bosnian and Canadian fans high fiving before their big match.
The World Cup is humanity's biggest party, and continually reminds us of how amazing we can be!

[The Resistance Broadcast @TRBpodcasts]

“Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?”

[Hamid Ali @HamidAli]

Hahaha

[Catherine Tinker @catherinetinker]

World Cup visitors being wowed by ranch dressing and free soft drink refills makes me feel like world peace could be possible

[Kei @RealMamaEagle]

Philadelphia fans would tailgate someone’s wake if they could.

[Swaggy Unc, IQ 267 @swaggyunc]

Eating in Mexico coming from England or Scotland has got to be a transcendent experience. Like seeing colors for the first time

[Roy Wood Jr- Ex Jedi @roywoodjr]

I low key want every foreigner visiting the States for World Cup to take their cholesterol before and after their trip. They're about to be mind-blown. Buddy excited about table salsa, ain’t even got to endless breadsticks or Cheesecake Factory brown bread yet.

[Jared @funyjared]

@japan_nobunaga @ThreeGreen21 “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.”

[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.