Russell Rodman

[Isaiah Martin @isaiahrmartin]

Reminder that Kyle Rittenhouse showed up to a protest like this and Republicans called him a hero

[greg @greg16676935420]

Three years ago Will Smith was cancelled for slapping someone at the Oscars and now he just hit the game winning home run in the World Series

What a comeback story

[Peter Schrager @PSchrags]

This series has officially lost its mind.
@PatMcAfeeShow

[Jon Krawczynski @JonKrawczynski]

Joe Ingles' wife, Renae, and 3 kids have stayed at the family home in Orlando all season. They are in town this week. Son Jacob is autistic. Earlier this week he had a milestone. He watched an entire NBA game in arena for the 1st time. Finch starting Joe so they can see him play.

[Minnesota Timberwolves @Timberwolves]

#NewProfilePic

(via @nba_paint)

[Hunter Miller @MillerHHunter]

Rory McIlroy gets divorced the same weekend that Scottie Scheffler is arrested?

[Ben Kaplan @bkaplan4]

🧵 With the news that TNT might lose the NBA, it’s time to share the story about Ernie Johnson and the @NBAonTNT halftime show he made for my Bar Mitzvah.

It began w my dad and ended w me being called a drug addict & ballhog (fair, tbh) in front of family & friends

(1/X)

[ArtButMakeItSports @ArtButSports]

The Agony in the Garden, by El Greco, 1600-05, 📸 via @VGondy

[sucks @powerbottomdad1]

lmao. Ford is expected to lose 4.5 BILLION this year on EV's (up from 3 expected) and the CEO is doing a podcast with Jimmy Kimmel and Dax Shephard to 87 listeners.

If i was an investor/the board I'd be calling for blood

[Nate Tice @Nate_Tice]

when your friend points out your golf ball and you still can’t find it

[Playmaker Betting @playmakerbet]

“Why do you keep placing parlays if they don’t hit?”

Me:

[Russell Rodman @Russelling11]

@BobKroehler Keep your head up. All depends on how you use it

[Sahib Singh @sahibcantsingh]

Most women feel this but never say it..

[Nick Adams @NickAdamsinUSA]

I spent some time at the golf shop earlier this evening. I was getting my clubs re-shafted for the second time this year due to my increased swing speed.

After I had dropped my bag with the shaft master, I decided to try out a few drivers in the simulator just for fun. Naturally, it was a masculine stripe show. A crowd gathered, and I began to feed off the energy of all the masculine guys admiring my form. My hips thrusted hard, powering the engine of my stroke as I nuked ripper after ripper with a PING G430.

“Why can’t you hit it like he does?” I overheard a woman ask her boyfriend in a hushed tone, “he’d outdrive you with a 7 wood.” After I finished up and the crowd dissipated, I couldn’t help but notice that same young couple was next in line for the simulator. It turned out he was there for a fitting because he couldn’t hit a driver over 200 yards and needed to get a senior shaft on his driver.

He could barely look at me as I walked past, clearly emasculated by my performance. I couldn’t help but notice that he had a photo of Rory McIlroy as his phone background. Since he had outed himself as a beta male, I decided to have a bit of fun with him. “You might want to skip right to the ladies' shafts, son. I think the seniors will still be too stiff for you,” I said, looking at his girlfriend with a twinkle in my eye. To my surprise, she responded. “I hope your woman realizes how good she has it,” she said playfully.

I told her I was happily unshackled, and her tone of voice changed. It became abundantly clear that she was infatuated with me. Normally, this amuses me, but this time, it was different. I felt pity for this man.

“So, you’re telling me that having a man who can hit bombs off the tee is what cranks your tractor?” I asked. She said yes. “All right, let’s make it happen,” I said.

I walked past her into the simulator and put my arm around her boyfriend's shoulder. “I’m going to turn you into a man today. No more Rory McIlroy. No more soy lattes. You need someone to show you the way, and it’s your lucky day.”

I lined up behind him and began walking him through the basics of the golf swing. Demonstrating everything from hand placement to rotation to the hips. Just a few minutes later, he was hitting the ball 50 yards further and significantly more straight than he was before.

We worked up a bit of a sweat throughout the course of reshaping his swing, so I suggested we head out and grab a cold domestic and keep talking about his game. “Oh, I’d love to, but I rode here with my girlfriend,” he said. I shook my head and told him, “That was your first mistake. Let’s ditch the hen and head out. I’ll give you a ride home.”

We snuck out the back door and jumped in my truck. I started it up and then looked him in the eye and said, “Have you ever been to Hooters?”

[Nick Adams @NickAdamsinUSA]

This weekend, I played a scramble at a very prestigious course. I won’t name names, but dozens of former and current professional golfers are members here and compete in these tournaments.

As the anchor of my foursome, I spent a lot of time preparing for the tournament and took this annual event very seriously. I played great golf and carried my guys to a 57. We felt great heading into the clubhouse and immediately grabbed some ice-cold domestic beers to await the results.

When the winning team was announced, to my shock and horror, it wasn’t “Nick Adams and his Alpha Bulls.” I turned around to see a foursome of thin, effeminate, beta males strolling towards the front of the room to collect their trophy. Their team captain was wearing a CCP-made Nike UCLA polo, with painted fingernails and a white hat with “Ally” written in rainbow colors. His ball marker was a recycled plastic disc with the BLM fist emblazoned on it. I was disgusted. I was confused. I was horrified.

I sized up these betas and walked over to their bags to inspect the stiffness of their shafts. Not one stiff shaft could be found, and that’s when I knew I had been bamboozled. The game of golf and this prestigious club had been hoodwinked by a foursome of subservient beta cucks.

I couldn’t stand for it anymore. I thrusted up from my seat and called BS. “There is just NO way these frail male feminists shot a 54. There’s just no way. Their shafts weren’t stiff, I’ve seen any of these guys at Hooters, and I know for a FACT, at least one of these blokes drives an electric car.”

The room was in shock. A well-respected retired tour pro stood up and said, “I didn’t see this group play, but Mr. Adams is making some damn good points. The only way to settle this is with a sudden-death playoff.” I immediately agreed as a playoff hole on a golf course is the most masculine way to settle your differences short of a duel or a wrestling match.

The beta team was stunned. They looked at each other with terror in their eyes but had no choice but to accept.

We made our way out to the 18th tee box and teed off. Not one of their drives hit the fairway or traveled further than 200 yards. After seeing that, I waved off my masculine foursome partners. “Go get me another Yuengling. I’m going to manhandle these betas myself.” I said while I pulled out my 2 wood.

I smoked my ball 275 yards off the deck with a nice 5-yard fade and watched it settle dead center of the fairway. After I stuck my approach shot to 19,” the other team picked up their balls from the rough, piled into their carts, and headed for the parking lot.

After receiving a hero’s welcome back at the clubhouse, I saw one of the beta’s wives with her arms outstretched, offering me an ice-cold Yuengling. I accepted but told her I was embarrassed for her. I told her she should cut her losses while she still can. She agreed and then asked me a question I did NOT see coming.

“Nick, can I call you Nick? What are you doing for the couples nine and dine scramble next week, Nick?” She said, blushing and looking down at her feet.

“Sorry, babycakes, I don’t do nine-and-dines for two reasons. 1. Alpha males play 18 holes, at minimum. Period. 2. I don’t dine with females after a round of golf. I prefer the company of other masculine guys at Hooters. You’re stuck with that limp-wristed soyboy you married. You’re going to have to find someone else.” I told her if she wanted to thank me, she could load my clubs up in my car while I finished my beer.

After a little celebratory horsing around with the boys, I got to my Jaguar to see my clubs cleaned and neatly loaded in the back. Just next to the bag, I spotted a small piece of paper with a phone number and a smiley face written on it.

What can I say? An alpha male will always win.

[Benjamin Solak @BenjaminSolak]

best guess at Top 10 now

[Russell Rodman @Russelling11]

@AlexBeckman6 Austin Riley gets 5+ RBI

[Russell Rodman @Russelling11]

@AlexBeckman6 Despite what ‘big base’ wants you to believe no one will steal a base today

[NFL on CBS 🏈 @NFLonCBS]

The Vikings have been one of the best regular season teams over the years... however 😬