I work & study. I've lived 4 decades so far😳 I went to Normandy & wrote a book. Fibromyalgia is real. My goals are many. Working on book #2: Worth Fighting For
Hi! I’m Rise!
About a week ago, I launched aboard the Artemis II mission with four of my besties. Since then, I have been serving a very important purpose aboard the Orion spacecraft… I float. (And I look cute.)
Today, I am taking over the Artemis social media accounts! -Rise
HEARTWARMING: 37-years after leaving college, Tampa Bay #Buccaneers head coach Todd Bowles received his college degree at 59 years old.
This was remarkable 👏👏👏
In an emotional moment broadcast live from the Orion spacecraft, the Artemis II crew chose to name a Moon crater “Carroll" after commander Reid Wiseman's wife, who died of cancer in 2020.
“It's a bright spot on the Moon. And we would like to call it Carroll."
James Tolkan has died at 94.
"Son, your ego's writing checks your body can't cash." - Top Gun (1986)
This scene is a masterclass in movie shorthand. In seconds you get Maverick’s attitude, his history, how he flies, and the entire setup. And Tolkan absolutely nails it.
𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚: Mike Tirico gave one of the all-time greatest Olympics sign-off speeches.
“All the young people out there, those dreams are formed now. Go chase them, our country loves sports, it brings us together unlike anything else.”
🔥🔥🔥
This is a great story yet also unfortunate - stole from LI
Today we celebrate USA Men’s Hockey bringing home GOLD. 🥇🇺🇸
As the highlight reels roll and the motivational clips start circulating, many of them using scenes from Miracle, I can’t help but think about one man in particular.
Michael Mantenuto played Jack O’Callahan in Miracle, the story of the 1980 U.S. Olympic hockey team.
But that role was only one chapter of his life.
After Hollywood, Mike answered a different calling. He earned his Green Beret and served in the U.S. Army Special Forces. He later built a wildly successful youth hockey program at Fort Bragg, pouring into the next generation the same grit and love for the game that defined him.
He also became an early voice exploring alternative healing modalities for veterans, long before the broader veteran-care world began embracing innovative approaches to TBI, PTS, and recovery.
Mike and I went through Special Forces Assessment and Selection (SFAS) together.
Two Mikes. Same initials. Grew up about 45 minutes from each other. That was enough to spark a friendship while we were “embracing the suck” together. We crossed paths again and again throughout the Special Forces Qualification Course until we both graduated.
On April 24, 2017, Mike lost his battle with his demons.
We miss you, brother.
This gold medal would have meant the world to you. I know you’d be fired up watching these young men represent the flag with pride. I’d like to believe you’re watching from somewhere on the other side.
RIP, Mike.
DOL 🇺🇸
Credit to Michael Montini
U.S. figure skater Maxim Naumov is making his Olympic debut after his parents were among the 67 killed when a plane crashed into a military helicopter on Jan. 29, 2025.
He carried their memory with him to Italy and delivered an emotional, heartfelt short program ❤️
🚨🚨THIS IS AWESOME🚨🚨
#NFL star Christian McCaffrey spotted playing the piano at Zach Bryan’s concert last night in San Francisco.
🤯
McCaffrey played the entire set during Bryan’s show.
CMC is one of the most talented men in the world. This is great.https://t.co/gkeHWG7y7Z
I searched the crowd for my father, knowing his thoughts were with my mother too. I wanted him to know this gold medal belonged to all of us. As we look ahead to the next Olympics, I'm reminded that behind every athlete is a family whose love & sacrifices make the dream possible.
Four Old Men. Two Wheelchairs. One Beach. Alan Alda’s 90th Birthday
January 28, 2026.
Alan Alda turned 90.
His family planned a safe celebration at home.
Cake. Balloons. Grandkids.
Alan said no.
“I don’t want a party,” he said.
His daughter frowned.
“Dad… you’re turning ninety. This is a big deal.”
“I know,” Alan said.
“But I don’t want to celebrate here.”
“Then where?”
Alan didn’t hesitate.
“I want to go to the beach.”
The room went still.
“The beach?”
“Dad, you’re in a wheelchair.”
“You can barely stand.”
Alan smiled.
That smile.
The Hawkeye Pierce smile — the one that always meant something stubborn was coming.
“So?”
By that afternoon, he had already decided who was coming.
“The four of us,” he said.
“The last four.”
Gary Burghoff.
Jamie Farr.
Mike Farrell.
And himself.
The final survivors of the 4077th.
“No cameras. No interviews. No speeches,” Alan said.
“Just us.”
The phone calls began.
Gary answered first.
“Happy birthday, old man! Ninety!”
“Thanks. I need you to drive.”
“Drive where?”
“To the beach.”
A pause.
“Alan… you’re in a wheelchair.”
“So are facts. They don’t stop me either.”
Gary laughed.
That Radar laugh Alan had known for over fifty years.
“Fine. But I’m not pushing you through sand.”
“I’ll crawl if I have to.”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m Hawkeye. Same thing.”
Jamie Farr was next.
“The beach?” Jamie said.
“I’m ninety-one and in a wheelchair.”
“Then we’ll have two wheelchairs at the beach.”
“Like a parade?”
“Like a victory lap.”
Jamie laughed until his voice cracked.
“You haven’t changed since 1972.”
“And you’re still Klinger.”
“Fine. I’m in.”
Mike Farrell sighed the moment he answered.
“Let me guess,” he said.
“You want me to push your wheelchair.”
“Yes.”
“I’m eighty-six. I use a cane.”
“BJ Hunnicutt once saved a man with dental floss,” Alan said.
“You’ll manage.”
Long pause.
“…Fine.”
January 28. 6:00 a.m.
Gary arrived in a rented van.
Two wheelchair spaces.
He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.
At Alan’s house, his daughter hovered.
“Dad, are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
“What if something happens?”
“Something is always about to happen at ninety,” Alan said.
“Might as well happen at the beach.”
Jamie was waiting outside his house.
Wheelchair. Sunglasses.
Hawaiian shirt.
“You coordinated outfits?” Gary asked.
“It’s tradition,” Jamie said.
“The 4077th always matched.”
Mike showed up next.
Also in a Hawaiian shirt.
Four old men.
One van.
Heading west.
On the drive, memories filled the air.
Harry driving too fast.
Larry bringing his own wine.
Radar making everyone cry.
Klinger never sleeping.
When the MASH* theme song came on, no one spoke.
After it ended, Alan said quietly,
“That song used to annoy me.”
“Now?”
“Now it just reminds me how lucky we were.”
At Malibu, reality hit.
Wheelchairs don’t work on sand.
Jamie grumbled.
Mike rubbed his back.
Alan stared at the ocean.
Gary disappeared.
Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two lifeguards and two beach wheelchairs.
One lifeguard whispered,
“My grandmother watched MASH* every night.”
It took time.
Transfers were slow.
Hands trembled.
Bones protested.
But they made it.
To the water.
Alan closed his eyes.
The sound of waves.
Salt in the air.
Sun on his face.
“I forgot what this felt like,” he said.
They talked about the ones who weren’t there.
McLean.
Wayne.
Larry.
Harry.
Bill.
David.
Loretta.
Jamie finally broke the silence.
“Let’s race.”
Two wheelchairs.
Two pushers.
One rock.
They raced.
They tied.
People on the beach stared.
A teenager asked, “What are those old guys doing?”
His mother said, “Living.”
As the sun set, Alan spoke.
“This might be the last time.”
No one argued.
“That’s why it matters,” he said.
“Because we know.”
He made a wish.
“One more year.”
“One more adventure.”
“Korea. Together.”
They promised.
WWE Legend & Superstars Come to celebrate John Cena’s Final Match of his Career. Then & Now 🥹
This is so emotional seeing all my childhood heroes with John Cena earlier in there career.
Philip Rivers on his first game back from retirement:
"Hopefully, my sons and those ball players that I'm in charge of at the school, they'll say like, 'Crap, coach wasn't scared.'"