John Kruk to NASA astronaut Christina Koch:
"Explain to the folks what rice pudding was like up in space."
...
"Y'all have beer up there?"
Koch: "No, we do not. Carbonated beverages do not do well without gravity..." ⚾️🚀🎙️😂
A 17 year old girl offered a lad a lift. That's it. That's her whole crime. Being kind. He got in. Then three more climbed in after him.
FOR SIX HOURS, police say, they raped her. Over and over. Driving her round Sydney in her own car like she was a thing, not a child.
Then they dumped her back in the driver's seat and walked off like they'd done nothing. She's SEVENTEEN and she has to live with this for the rest of her life.
That's one of them being marched out of a house in cuffs. The only one of the four old enough to be named. The rest hide behind their age. They were 14, 16 and 18.
Listen to the family screaming at the police. Why are you arresting him. Why him. Shut your mouth, don't say a word. Not one of them screaming for her.
Here's what police say happened, because it's worse than people know.
Half five on a Sunday. Liverpool Westfield, southwest Sydney. A 16 year old she'd never met starts chatting, all friendly, follows her to her car and talks his way in and while he's allegedly attacking her, police say he's on a video call to the others. Filming it. Sending it round. Calling them in.
So no, this wasn't something that just got out of hand. They were watching, allegedly, before they even turned up.
He asks for a lift to a park. She says yes, thinking he'll get out when they arrive. He doesn't. Two more are waiting. A fourth pulls up in another car. And then, police allege, they took control of her own car and drove her round the suburbs while it carried on.
The detective leading the case didn't hold back. She said it beggars belief that men would act this way over six hours and then the line that sticks. In all those six hours, not one of them stopped and said to the others, this is wrong. Not once.
Six hours. Till half eleven at night, when they allegedly left her in the car and walked off. She rang a mate, who drove her to the police station and this is the part that should make people sit up.
That girl, after all of that, gave police a detailed statement over several days. The detective called it the strength of the victim. She is the reason they had the evidence at all. She handed them the case.
Look at the charges if you think it's being overblown.
The 16 year old on his own faces 24 of them. Nine counts of sexual intercourse without consent. The 14 year old, ten more.
A dedicated unit, Strike Force Dungannon, was set up to chase it down and they didn't rush it for a headline. They waited SIX MONTHS to arrest the two older ones, quietly building the case so it would hold.
The moment they knew they could throw the book at them, they moved. When they did, they needed the riot squad to get them out of the houses and none of it happened last week. This was December 2024.
That girl has carried it for over a year already. And it's only grinding through court now, in 2026. Still going. Still not done. She's still waiting.
She was kind for thirty seconds. They took six hours and the rest of her life for it. Four of them. One girl and over a year on, she's STILL waiting for justice to catch up.
That's the world we're handing our daughters.
So remember her. Because the system already wants you to forget and ask yourself what kind of country leaves a child waiting this long.
Anthony Rizzo said it "shows a little bit of immaturity" for Jazz Chisholm Jr. to get himself ejected.
"The team's scuffling, they need him in the lineup, and now he puts Volpe in a tough position coming in completely cold."
When you’re talking about the greatest WWE managers, “The Mouth of the South” Jimmy Hart has to be one of the first names you think - hang on, being told that’s Paul McCartney.
"In 1908, Joe Jackson was playing semi-pro ball with the independent "Greenville Spinners."
During the game on June 6 against the "Anderson Electricians", Joe Jackson’s brand new cleats quickly wore painful blisters on his feet.
Halfway through the game, Joe took off his spikes to ease his foot pain.
In the bottom of the 7th, Jackson hit the longest home run in the history of Memminger Street Park, the home field of the Spinners in just his socks.
As he rounded third base on his home run trot, a fan of the opposing team shouted:
"You shoeless son-of-a-bitch!"
It was the only time Joe played 'Shoeless' in a game, but he was tagged with the moniker "Shoeless Joe," and the name stuck.
Jackson`s home runs were known as "Saturday Specials."
His line drives were "Blue Darters."
His glove wa:
"The place where triples go to die."
And Joe Jackson could throw the baseball over 400 feet on the fly.
"Whenever I got the idea I was a good hitter, I'd stop and take a look at you.
Then I knew I could stand some improvement."
Ty Cobb to Joe Jackson.
"I have no axe to grind, that I'm not asking anybody for anything.
It's all water over the dam as far as I am concerned.
I can say that my conscience is clear and that I'll stand on my record in that World Series.
I'm not what you call a good Christian, but I believe in the Good Book, particularly where it says:
"What you sow, so shall you reap."
I have asked the Lord for guidance before, and I am sure He gave it to me.
I'm willing to let the Lord be my judge."
Joe Jackson.
"Fall from Grace:
The Truth and Tragedy of Shoeless Joe Jackson."
Tim Hornbaker.
In my HOF!!!
sketchOgraphs are a real thing with me . I am appreciative of people that acquire my 11 books ART music and lately subscribe to my RCS magazine so a autograph and a pic ofter doesn’t feel like enough. The subscribers to magazine are getting a promotional 12 inch vinyl record too
If you focus on the far left, Tommy Kahnle offered a masterclass of how to jog in just enough, say hello to a former teammate, and walk back to the bullpen
#OTD in 1915, Willard Brown was born in Shreveport, LA. One of the most feared hitters in Black baseball, he was a flat out beast in the Puerto Rican Winter League, where he won the Triple Crown TWICE. Here’s a color study of the slugger with the Kansas City Monarchs in 1942.