We did it. We finally did it. No more no ring jokes, no more “Maybe next year”. I’ve waited my whole life to say this: the Philadelphia Eagles are Super Bowl champions. This is the best day of my 22 years on this planet. God bless this team #FlyEaglesFly
Alex Sarr forced his way to the Wizards
Ace Bailey tried forcing his way to DC
Dylan Harper preferred the Wizards over the Spurs
AJ Dybantsa wants to go to DC
Darryn Peterson is refusing to workout with the Jazz to go to DC
Trae Young wanted to go to the Wizards
MOTION ‼️‼️
Final: Nats 7, Royals 3. The Nationals are finally 3 games over .500 for the first time since the end of 2019. They're also 27-19 since April 25, a 95-win pace over a full season.
They warned me that if I voted for Kamala Harris we’d get a new deal with the Iranian regime worse than the JCPOA. I voted for Kamala, and they were right.
I have never, in my life, seen a series-long choke like what the Spurs just did. They broke down in almost every big moment. Pretty much the entire team was visibly petrified in the clutch. Chalk it up to youth or inexperience but that was an insane thing to witness.
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.
June 9, 1978: Tens of thousands of fans greet the NBA World Champion Washington Bullets as the team parades throughout the D.C. area, holding celebrations at Capital Centre, The White House and RFK Stadium.
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