HELLO WIN COLUMN! The Rangers blank the Giants, 6-0, on Wednesday afternoon to take the series!
Cody Bradford made his first appearance since September 2024, most recently recovering from left elbow surgery. He struck out five over 4.1 scoreless innings and was relieved after throwing 70 pitches.
By then, the Rangers had built a four-run lead thanks to a two-out rally in the third. Wyatt Langford doubled before Brandon Nimmo lined an RBI single to right. Jake Burger followed with a single, and Justin Foscue cleared the bases with a two-run triple. Elias Diaz then capped the inning with an RBI double to make it 4-0.
Nimmo added to the lead with his 12th homer of the season in the fifth, extending the advantage to 5-0. Nicky Lopez added the sixth run in the 8th after singling with runners on the corners.
The Rangers are off Thursday before opening a weekend series against the Orioles on Friday. Nathan Eovaldi is scheduled to start the opener, with first pitch set for 7:15 p.m.
Giffords: “Idaho lacks many basic gun safety protections and has weakened its gun laws in recent years. State lawmakers must take immediate action to reverse this deadly trend.”
Idaho ranks 50th of all 50 states in armed robberies.
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Pray with me
August 3, 2026
Heavenly Father,
You alone are holy, righteous, and worthy of all praise. Today I surrender my heart to You. Search me, cleanse me, and lead me in Your truth. Fill me with Your Holy Spirit so that my thoughts, words, and actions bring You glory.
Give me wisdom to walk in Your ways, courage to obey when it is costly, and faith to trust You when I cannot see what lies ahead. Guard my mind from fear, my heart from pride, and my life from temptation. Let the fruit of Your Spirit be evident in me, and make me a faithful witness of Jesus Christ.
Strengthen me with Your mighty power, establish the work of my hands according to Your will, and use my life to point others to the hope of the Gospel. May Your kingdom come and Your will be done in me today.
I ask all of this in the powerful and precious name of Jesus Christ.
Amen.
What Happen when you pray the Rosary?
When you pray, Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now….., the Blessed Mother comes instantly to your side to pray with you. And she does not come alone. She brings Angels with her. And not just one or two for she is the Queen of Angels, so choirs of angels come with her. And, she and Jesus are joined at the heart and can not be separated, so she brings Jesus with her. And Jesus can not be separated from the Trinity, so He brings the Father and the Holy Spirit with Him. And where the Holy Trinity is all of creation is and you are surrounded by such beauty and light as you cannot imagine in this life. Your Mother comes as Our Lady of Grace with her hands out-stretched. Rays of light emit from her hands piercing your body, healing you and filling you with graces. This is your inheritance which was poured out from the heart of Jesus on the Cross, when the centurion pierced His Heart with the spear, into the only pure vessel ready to receive such graces at that time,Your Mother. Now, as you pray the Rosary, or even just recite one Hail Mary, you receive your portion of these graces.”He also said at this time, “Anyone who goes to Mary and prays the Rosary can not be touched by Satan.”
Is it any wonder that anyone who prays the Rosary from the heart is so blessed and protected and powerful in their prayers for others?”
-Father Gabriel Amorth, Chief Exorcist of the Vatican
Chrome vs Black: Which Truck Package Are You Going With?
Both builds are Glacier Gray with painted to match bumpers, but one has chrome wheels and the other a full black appearance package. Chrome or black?
#FordTrucks#WhitefaceFord#SuperDuty
Most people have no idea how many Native languages existed in North America.
Before European contact, North America (north of Mexico) was home to roughly 300 distinct Indigenous languages. These belonged to about 50–60 different language families and isolates — a level of diversity far higher than Europe’s.
Here’s a rough overview of the major groups and where they were spoken:
• Eskimo-Aleut: Arctic coast from Alaska across northern Canada to Greenland (Inuit, Yupik, Aleut)
• Na-Dene (Athabaskan + Tlingit): Interior Alaska and northwestern Canada, with a southern branch in the Southwest (Navajo and the Apache languages)
• Algic (mainly Algonquian): A vast stretch from the Atlantic coast across the Great Lakes and Canadian Shield into the northern Plains (Cree, Ojibwe, Blackfoot, Mi’kmaq, and many others)
• Iroquoian: Around the eastern Great Lakes and St. Lawrence River, plus Cherokee in the Southeast
• Siouan: Primarily the Great Plains, with some eastern branches
• Muskogean: Southeast (Choctaw, Chickasaw, Creek/Muscogee, Seminole)
• Uto-Aztecan: Great Basin, Southwest, and into Mexico (Hopi, Shoshone, Comanche, O’odham, and others)
• Salishan, Penutian, and other small families: Pacific Northwest and California (one of the densest linguistic areas in the world)
California alone had more language diversity than all of Europe. Many families had only a handful of languages, and some languages stood completely alone as isolates.
Most of these languages are now endangered or extinct, but a few (especially Navajo, various Cree dialects, and some Inuit languages) still have substantial speaker communities. The overall picture remains one of the most complex linguistic landscapes on Earth.
Let us #PrayTogether that in large cities often marked by anonymity and loneliness we find new ways to proclaim the Gospel, discovering creative paths to build community. #PrayerIntention@clicktopray_en
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The man who finally cleared the captain of the USS Indianapolis was not an admiral or a senator or a lawyer. He was not a man at all, he was a sixth grader.
In 1996 an eleven year old kid in Florida named Hunter Scott watched the movie Jaws, and there is a scene where an old sailor quietly describes surviving the Indianapolis and the sharks in the water. It stuck with him. He decided to make it his school history project. Most kids would have read a couple of articles and called it done. He did not.
He tracked down the survivors, the actual men who had been in that water, and he started writing to them and calling them and interviewing them one by one. Nearly 150 of them. He dug up something like 800 documents. And the more he learned, the more one thing became clear to him, the same thing those survivors had been saying for fifty years: their captain, Charles McVay, had been blamed for something that was never his fault, and he had died carrying it.
So this kid would not let it go. His project turned into a mission. The survivors, old men by now, saw a child fighting for the honor of the captain they loved, and they rallied behind him. The story got out. It reached the news, and then it reached Washington.
And in 1999 that boy, now a teenager, sat down in front of the United States Congress, next to the survivors, and told them they had gotten it wrong and it was time to fix it. In 2000 Congress officially exonerated Charles McVay. The Navy cleared his record the year after.
Fifty five years of Navy brass and politicians had let an innocent man take the fall and then let him rot in his grave. It took one kid with a school assignment and a refusal to quit to finally make them say the truth.
After surviving the sinking of his own ship and four days adrift in that shark filled water alongside his men, the captain of the USS Indianapolis was dragged home and put on trial for it. Charles McVay is the only ship captain in the entire history of the United States Navy to be court-martialed for losing his vessel to an act of war. Not one other captain, in a war where hundreds of ships went down. Just him. And the way they did it was a disgrace that still turns your stomach eighty years later.
Start with everything that was not his fault, because it was almost everything.
He asked for a destroyer escort for the trip and was flatly told he did not need one. The Navy had intelligence that Japanese submarines were operating directly along the route they sent him down, and they never told him a word of it, because sharing it might have hinted that America had broken the enemy codes. Days earlier a ship had been torpedoed in the same waters. He was told none of that either. He was sent out blind, alone, unescorted, straight through a hunting ground, and nobody thought that was worth a warning.
Then, after the sinking, came the failure that actually killed his men. His ship simply never arrived, and for four days not a single person in the Navy noticed or cared. There was a culture at the time of not tracking whether combat ships reached port. So while his crew died by the hundreds from thirst and exposure and sharks, the men whose job it was to notice they were missing did nothing at all. That delay, more than anything else, is why so few came home. And not one of those men was ever punished.
So the Navy went looking for a scapegoat, one single person to pin an entire catastrophe on, and they chose the man who had already lost almost 900 of his own crew and nearly died with them. They charged him with failing to steer a zigzag course, as though weaving back and forth would have stopped two torpedoes fired at close range in the dark. The admiral in overall command had recommended against a court-martial entirely. He was overruled from the very top, by men who wanted this to go forward.
Then they did the thing that should have ended the whole farce. They brought the commander of the Japanese submarine that sank the Indianapolis across the ocean and put him on the witness stand to testify against an American naval officer. And even he, the enemy who fired the torpedoes, told them plainly that zigzagging would have made no difference whatsoever, that he had McVay lined up and would have sunk that ship no matter what course she was steering. American submarine experts said the same. It did not matter. They had already decided. They convicted him anyway.
The verdict wrecked his career, but that was not the cruelest part. The cruelest part was the mail. For years afterward, letters came from the families of the men who died. Letters telling him he had murdered their sons. Letters saying they wished it had been him instead. One arrived around the holidays telling him what a merry Christmas the family would be having if only he had not killed their boy. He read them, year after year, a man already carrying the ghost of every sailor he had lost in that water.
On November 6, 1968, he walked out onto the front steps of his home and ended his own life with his Navy revolver. In his other hand they found a little toy sailor, a good luck charm he had carried since he was a small boy.
He was innocent. He was always innocent, and everyone who mattered knew it.
The men who served under him, the ones who had floated in that ocean and watched their friends taken by sharks, never blamed him for one second. They spent the rest of their lives defending him. It took them decades of fighting, and in the end it took an eleven year old boy doing a school history project, tracking down survivors and digging up hundreds of documents, to finally shame the government into admitting the obvious. In 2000 Congress officially exonerated Charles McVay. The Navy cleared his record the next year.
He had been dead for more than thirty years by the time they said the words his crew had been screaming the whole time. He never failed those men. The Navy failed them, and then it failed him too, and it let him carry the blame alone all the way to his grave.