Rory Harris

Rory \r(o)-ry\ as a boy's name. It is of Irish and Gaelic origin, and the meaning of Rory is red king

I'm just a crazy little leprechaun.

[Rory Harris @TheRedKing7]

@THEnotoriousJ0D

[SNY Mets @SNY_Mets]

During their time at Oklahoma State, Nolan McLean and Carson Benge were known together as "The Power Gingers"

Reunited in New York, the dynamic duo are massive pieces of the Mets' present and future

[Rory Harris @TheRedKing7]

@THEnotoriousJ0D

[Cartoon Base @TheCartoonBase]

Superhero animation in 2026 is PEAK.

[New York Mets @Mets]

Mr. Pulchritudinous 😤

[Rory Harris @TheRedKing7]

@THEnotoriousJ0D

[𐌁𐌉Ᏽ 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌉 @OrevaZSN]

Why are ethical questions always like, ‘Is it ethical to steal bread to feed your starving family?’ and not, ‘Is it ethical to hoard bread while families are starving?

[Blonde of War (JJ) @BlondeOfWar]

Apparently, teenage dolphins meet up in groups to get high by passing puffer fish around a circle, biting them, and then huffing the deadly toxin. The dolphins float to the surface, completely baked. The puffers are fine-ish, just bruised and probably pissed. 🐡

I have never laughed so hard about another mammal in my life. 😂😂😂 🐬

This Cardboard Cinema reenactment wins the internet.

[Rob Friedman @PitchingNinja]

Maddux gave up a meaningless home run to Jeff Bagwell.

He was setting a trap.

Months later, Bagwell walked right into it.

Maddux: "Hitters remember success." 🧠

[Joon Lee @joonlee]

A player in massive trade rumors owning part of a prediction market where people can bet on whether he gets traded is a MASSIVE conflict of interest.

This is so far beyond players doing sportsbook ads.

[Sen. Bernie Sanders @SenSanders]

This is what oligarchy looks like:

Elon Musk, the wealthiest man alive, spent $290 million to elect Trump.

Since Election Day, Musk became $548 billion richer while his companies (SpaceX & Tesla) paid $0 in federal income taxes last year after making $13.7 billion in profits.

[Rory Harris @TheRedKing7]

@THEnotoriousJ0D !!

[SNY @SNYtv]

On @EvanandTikiWFAN, @EvanRobertsWFAN and @TikiBarber debate Shohei Ohtani vs. Babe Ruth (and Evan pleads his case for Ohtani)

[Dustin Baker @DustBaker]

The last time I was drunk occurred 13 years ago tonight.

My blood alcohol content at Avera McKennan Hospital in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, was .688, a visit prompted by a fall into a friend’s fireplace mantel, splitting the side of my head open. I still have the scar on my bald head, though it’s fading each year, akin to my memories of nine years of wall-to-wall drunkenness.

I’ve spent this last year thinking about you and your family members who might drink like I did or in a similar fashion. What do I think about? How thin the line is between real alcoholism, like I have, and heavy drinking, as some of you might indulge.

Real alcoholism is the undying need to drink each day to achieve the feeling of intoxication above all else. When you’re an active alcoholic, the only thing that matters is when you can be drunk again. It’s a small existence, but in the throes of it, it’s vitally crucial to your peace of mind — as sadistic as that sounds — and you count the minutes until you can be drunk again.

I think about you and your family members doing that in 2025. I love alcohol to death — still do — but I just don’t drink it anymore because I shapeshit into a different soul when I consume it or pursue it. My priorities back then focused on obtaining the state of inebriation, and I wouldn’t do any activity that night without it. I worshipped alcohol.

When I got off work, the feeling of driving home, knowing my beloved bottle awaited me, teetered on orgasmic. My shaky hands would grip the steering wheel of my SUV, while I estimated the minutes until the shakes would stop. They stopped the moment I took a jumbo swig of whiskey — straight from the bottle, no cups or mixes.

And we’re talking about a 25-year-old man with intense daily shakes. Not some homeless fellow in his 60s. An otherwise ordinary dude whose life had been utterly hijacked by cheap whiskey.

I should mention that I didn't morph into an evil asshole when I drank. I didn't. I was actually a chill guy. But my ruthless fixation on always being drunk rubbed everyone the wrong way. "That's all he does," they'd say.

I still dream about the stuff, nightly in fact. It’s awkward, however, because I never dream about being drunk. I kinda wish I did because that might actually be fun. lol. Nope — I dream about chasing alcohol, making sure I have an adequate amount of money to buy it, enough on hand to be sufficiently drunk, and pancicking if I don’t have it.

Thirteen years of sobriety on the nose, and I still dream nightly about finding my fuckin bottle. I look under my bed in the dream. Sometimes the whiskey is there; sometimes I have to enter the dream’s next chapter to score. When I awake, I never want to be drunk in real life. It's the opposite — I'm glad it was all just a dream.

If any of these words sound familiar, take a moment to reflect on your current situation after reading this. Are things working out the way you planned when you were younger and perhaps more idealistic? Have you pissed off your entire family because you want to be left alone to drink? Do you lie relentlessly so your friends and family don’t “discover” your habit? I did all that stuff. Daily.

Until I didn’t.

I don’t have an elixir for alcoholism. But I have this story. I was forced to sober up in a Detox unit, followed by the experience of delirium tremens at the hospital, and then onto mandatory treatment in Yankton, South Dakota. The best way for you to change your alcoholism is to stack a few days of sobriety in a controlled environment. That will likely have to take place in a hospital, jail, or treatment facility.

First, your mind must be clear if you plan to consider quitting. I used to say to myself, “I’ll probably quit soon,” every night before bed while I was drunk as fuck because it sounded kinda cool. I never took it seriously until I encountered a few days of clearheadedness. For context, I drank every night from 2003 to 2012. No days off. Absolutely unflinching daily drunkenness involving nightly blackouts from about 2007 to 2012.

After you accrue more than two days of body sobriety, you must surround yourself with peers who want to help. You’ll never do this alone. You would’ve done it by now if so. The tide turned for me in October 2012 when I started listening to other alcoholics say the same shit I was thinking and had already done in my life.

Until that moment, I truly thought I was only the seedy fiend with a blunt-force obsession with whiskey. Naw — a bunch of us share the infatuation. We alcoholics just usually keep those emotions secret.

I opened my eardrums and listened to recovered alcoholics share how they did it — got sober. That’s what these words are attempting to do now, if you’ve read this far.

So, you must recognize that your life is fucked up if you’re a hardcore drinker like me. The way you’ve managed things has led you to isolation, a small and jaded reality, and despair.

If you know that’s happening to you, request help from anybody who cares, because if they love you, they’re guaranteed to help.

If you search out sobriety — become obsessed with it just as you are obsessed with feeling drunk or high — you’ll eventually find it. But you gotta want it. Anything half-assed, and you’ll be intoxicated by tomorrow night.

I always come back to this word when people ask, “How I did it?” You have to surrender. It’s the only way.

Surrender means realizing you have lost. If you’re an alcoholic, the alcohol always wins. Therefore, you must surrender. Alcohol will win every time if you don’t.

Thereafter, you may not “win” in the end. I didn’t win. Refer back to my dreams spiel from early in this faux speech. But I did retake my life, and I live a normal and happy one. If you’ve got the alcoholic gene like me, retaking your life is the best-case scenario. I have no cravings, no desire to drink, and alcohol is just like a first love (type of thing).

Nothing changes until ya surrender. If you choose not to surrender, I will invoke the great words of John Rambo here from the 2008 film of the same name: “You're not changing anything,” when his new pals insisted they could go into Burma and save the world. They did not. They got killed.

You can change if you surrender.

[WardyNYM @TheWardyNYM]

Nolan McLean Tonight:

8 IP
4H
0ER
0BB
6K
92P

ERA: 0.89

Yes, the rookie right hander has 100% played a key factor in turning this Mets team around for the better

At a loss of words at this point! #LGM

[Just Mets @just_mets]

GOOD LORD, NOLAN MCLEAN 🤢

[SNY @SNYtv]

Francisco Lindor says there's no animosity between and him and Walker Buehler

"I ain't got nothing against Buehler. I'm a lover. But yeah I wanted him to get out of the game, it puts them at a disadvantage"

[Elle @HTBMelle]

every single Mets fan running to see why Nimmo is out of the lineup after a 9RBI day... #LGM