🚨 BREAKING: Notre Dame Head Coach Marcus Freeman has reportedly urged either England or France to withdraw from the World Cup Third Place Match.
“This is something we do at Notre Dame. If the game doesn’t go our way, we simply opt out. I’d rather be called chicken than get embarrassed in a game that doesn’t mean as much.”
New milestones for NFL quarterbacks to be the cover of Madden:
- less than 60% completion rate
- throw for under 4000 yards
- bottom half of QBs in EPA/play
The Make a Wish Foundation continues to work miracles for the less fortunate ❤️🩹🥹
Golf Twitter used to feel like the clubhouse after a Saturday morning round. Guys posting flushed 7-irons, muni sunsets, terrible scorecards, gear talk, funny stories, and the occasional completely unhinged swing tip from a 12 handicap.
Now it’s the Burnerverse.
An entire ecosystem of anonymous accounts pretending to be rich tough guys with all the answers.
Every avatar is sunglasses in a truck. Every bio reads:
“Scratch. Markets. Violence. Cigars.”
And somehow every single one of them:
Hits it 340
Is a plus handicap
Makes seven figures
Trains MMA
Has insider sources
Knows how to fix pro golf
Thinks everyone else is soft
And would “absolutely say this to your face”
Sure, man.
Every conversation immediately turns into a blood feud about TV ratings, ball speed, legacy, or whether Tiger secretly controls world finance.
Meanwhile the actual soul of golf gets buried.
The walk.
The early tee time coffee.
The miracle 5-iron.
The random retiree you get paired with who tells stories for four hours.
The one flushed shot that keeps you coming back after shooting 92.
That’s the stuff that made golf Twitter fun in the first place.
The Burnerverse doesn’t actually love golf. It loves status. Golf is just the costume.
Because if you truly love this stupid game, you eventually realize golf humbles everyone. Eventually your swing leaves. Your putting disappears. You snap hook one into a pond in front of people you respect.
Golf strips everybody down eventually.
You are not edgy.
You are not cool.
You’re just another idiot trying to flush one before the sun goes down.
JUST NOW: President Trump just SHOUTED OUT Rory McIlroy at the state dinner with the Royal family:
"I had to interrupt my speech because I watched that man win a tournament. That was a tough one. Congratulations. Very proud of you."
This is why I take my whoop off at the end the night after drinking:
1. I already know my score will suck and I don’t need to beat myself up more about it
2. It skews the data from “normal” nights where I’m just trying to see how well I sleep
Take the data with a grain of salt
You check your Apple Watch in the morning. Sleep score: 62. You decide it's going to be a foggy day. And then it is.
A 2014 Colorado College study suggests the score itself causes the fog.
164 people walked into a lab. Researchers hooked them up to fake EEG equipment and told them the readout would show their REM percentage from the night before. Then they fabricated a number. Half the room was told 28.7%. Half was told 16.2%. The machine wasn't measuring anything.
Participants took four cognitive tests. The Paced Auditory Serial Addition Test, where you add numbers spoken at increasing speed and hold your last sum in working memory while computing the next. And the Controlled Oral Word Association Task, where you generate as many words as you can starting with a single letter under time pressure. Both are gold-standard measures of attention and executive function used in clinical neurology.
The 28.7% group outperformed the 16.2% group on both. Significantly. How rested participants actually felt that morning predicted nothing.
The mechanism is mindset priming an executive resource. When you believe you slept well, you allocate cognitive effort more aggressively. You don't conserve. You don't pre-disengage. Belief about the resource changes how you spend it.
Two control conditions ruled out demand characteristics. Participants weren't trying harder because they thought they should. Real measurable cognitive performance shifted with the number on the readout.
The Apple Watch sleep score. The Oura ring readiness number. The morning ritual of checking either one is taxing the resource you're about to need.
The performance gap from a fabricated REM percentage was larger than the gap from how rested participants actually felt. The number was louder than the night.