Let’s play a game.
You have the ability to give 7 championships to ALL of your sports teams (NHL, NFL, NBA, MLB, MLS, and more). You can spread those out for each team. How many championships are you giving each of your teams?? Hope I made the instructions clear 😂
@austintexasgov@EvilMopacATX we have GOT to fix the i35 N frontage road and MLK intersection. It has to be broken. How does the MLK side get 3x the time of the green light than the interstate that goes from mexico to Canada
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.
@AAM_Junior@BasedMcSorley I don't love McAfee but come on man college baseball has been completely neglected from a national coverage standpoint forever and that's not a good thing. ESPN barely even showed scores until a few years ago.
CWS should be marketed like March Madness
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.
What is your Mount Rushmore of courses that you’ve played? I’ll go first:
Omaha Country Club
Davenport Country Club
Superstition Mountain Golf & Country Club
Des Moines Golf & Country Club
@BradLoganCOTE @VisitOxfordMS@cityofoxford Doesn’t even mention Taylor Grocery. Man what a place.
Writing this from a direct Austin to Memphis flight for a buddy’s wedding in the delta. Get to spend all day tomorrow in Oxford
Life is good
@BradLoganCOTE @VisitOxfordMS@cityofoxford Unfair question how could u pick 3. St Leo, Jensei, Ajax, Handy Andy, Volta, Obys, Rice & Spice, City Groc, Boure, South Depot, Moes, Snackbar
Never fails to amaze me how much incredible food is in this small town in north Mississippi
The only problem is picking when u visit