Deion Sanders shares what's wrong with most athletes today.
"That's what's wrong with most of our athletes today: We don't practice to be great...We practice to practice."
"I practiced to be the best ever."
Success starts with your preparation.
It means being intentional about how you practice. Not just showing up - but showing up with purpose.
Anyone can go through the motions. But to be great, you have to practice like it matters.
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Four USPS workers have died at the Palmetto, Georgia mail sorting facility since it opened just two years ago, including Eric Smith and Demarcus Little, whose deaths have left coworkers searching for answers. Now, workers are raising concerns about safety and the inability to reliably call for help inside the building. No one should fear losing their life simply for going to work!
Hey Jasmine…
Black pilot here.
I think you missed the plot.
Then again, that’s becoming a pattern.
I graduated from West Point.
I went through Army flight school.
I learned to fly the AH-64 Apache.
I deployed to combat and flew 55 combat missions over Baghdad.
Nobody handed me a cockpit because of my skin color.
Nobody lowered the standards for me.
Nobody looked at me and said, “Let’s check a diversity box.”
That’s what people like you don’t seem to understand.
Suggesting that Black pilots, Black engineers, Black doctors, or Black leaders need special preferences to succeed is not empowering, it’s insulting.
I didn’t want a different standard.
I wanted the same standard.
And when you’re flying into combat, the American people don’t care what race the pilot is.
They care whether the pilot is qualified.
Merit isn’t racist.
Excellence isn’t discriminatory.
And reducing every achievement to skin color says far more about your worldview than it does about mine.
🚨 WOW! Dr. ALVEDA KING just said it PERFECTLY on Capitol Hill
"I still have a dream. I dream that one day we will move beyond black power and white power and embrace GOD'S power and human dignity!"
"I reject the notion that Americans who hold traditional Christian beliefs should be treated as THREATS or TERRORISTS simply because we disagree with a prevailing political thought!" 🙏🏻
"I dream that Americans will one day see each other, not as enemies, but as neighbors. I dream that we will hear each other, see each other, and recognize that every human life has value from the womb to the tomb and beyond."
"We are as scripture teaches, one blood, one human race. And if we remember that truth, we can build a future worthy of the sacrifices made by those who came before us."
"We must speak out for truth and against the forces that would manufacture hate, fear, division, and violence simply to line their pockets and further their political ambitions."
"God bless America, God bless you!"
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It started with a private jet and a lie.
In early 1986, Bo Jackson was a senior at Auburn University — the reigning Heisman Trophy winner and a rare athlete dominating both football and baseball. The Tampa Bay Buccaneers, holding the first overall pick in the 1986 NFL Draft, wanted him badly. Owner Hugh Culverhouse arranged a private jet to bring him to Tampa.
He told Jackson the trip had been cleared by the NCAA.
It hadn’t.
When Jackson returned, he was ruled ineligible for the rest of his senior baseball season. A season taken from him.
He believed it wasn’t a mistake.
He told Culverhouse: draft me if you want—you’ll waste the pick.
They drafted him anyway. First overall. Offered him $7.6 million.
He said no.
Instead, he signed with the Kansas City Royals for $1.07 million and went to the minor leagues. Bus rides. Empty seats. No guarantees.
From the outside, it looked irrational.
From the inside, it was principle.
On November 30, 1987 — his 25th birthday — Jackson lined up for the Los Angeles Raiders on Monday Night Football against the Seattle Seahawks. Linebacker Brian Bosworth had promised to stop him.
He didn’t.
Jackson took a handoff, broke outside, and ran 91 yards for a touchdown — past defenders, past the sideline, straight into the tunnel.
Later, he ran straight through Bosworth at the goal line.
221 rushing yards.
His fifth NFL game.
Then baseball came.
In 1989, he was named MVP of the MLB All Star Game — chasing down impossible plays and hitting a home run off Rick Reuschel that traveled nearly 450 feet.
Two sports. Two leagues. One athlete.
But the most remarkable thing about Bo Jackson wasn’t the speed or the power.
It was the refusal.
He refused to reward dishonesty.
He refused to let money erase what had been done to him.
He chose a bus ride over millions because some things matter more than numbers.
His career ended too soon — a devastating hip injury in 1991 changed everything.
But his legacy didn’t.
Bo Jackson remains the only athlete ever named an All-Star in both Major League Baseball and the National Football League.
And that legacy began with a decision.
A 22-year-old sitting on the ground in Auburn, his baseball season gone, choosing not to bend.
He didn’t break.
The world adjusted around him.