Logo aside, Euro 2004 was a wild ride. Portugal vs Greece in the first and the same opponents met in the final. God alone knows how Otto Rehhagel coached Greece to a Euro win.
so you’re saying you were making 2-3bn in profits every year for ~10 yrs
>yes dave
and after a decade of profits… you still couldn’t fund serious research with billions on the balance sheet
>that’s correct dave
Finally, a ranking that places Kallis where he belongs. Look beyond perfection in batting (Sachin), perfection in bowling (Steyn). Kallis was 'perfection' in modern day cricket.
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Why do brag-posts start with "deeply humbled and honored to...", "This achievement is nothing without the support of...."? If you have to brag, write like you are bragging and cut out the false modesty. If not, stay humble and adjust the tone. How do people fall for this?
NYC is no longer a city, it is an algorithm.
If you live in, say, Cincinnati, when you go to get ice cream with your friends, you really are just going to get ice cream with your friends.
In NYC, this is not possible. You cannot just go to get ice cream, because, against your will, you are very self-consciously “someone who lives in NYC, going to get ice cream with their friends, in NYC.”
You are never able to achieve full presence of mind because you are constantly placing yourself inside a chapter in some made up, schizophrenic and highly disorienting book.
Put another way, as a New Yorker, you do not live in a city, but a massive, procedurally generated simulation of one. You are nothing more than a vapid unit of flesh and bone trapped since a Baudrillardian infinity mirror, where the references have their own references.
You become more of a vague concept than a real person—some strange, soulless mix of ambition and violent/sexual impulses—and in your constant confusion you fail to ever become a true subject.
You pay $17 for the ice cream cone. Then, you pull out your list of saved Instagram Reels which tell you where to get reservations for pasta later.
When you arrive, you find yourself stuck in yet another long line, with people who look just like you.
The longer you wait in lines like these, the harder it becomes to ever recover the soul of the person you were before you moved into your East Village studio.
A league title for Arsenal is a necessity for the sport, for those who dare to dream and follow the process, for those who never gave up and for all the struggles to bear the juiciest of fruits.
It is a life lesson. More than football.
What a great day. The last time @Arsenal won the PL and went unbeaten, I was in Class 8. Now I have three degrees, worked for 5 years and have submitted my PhD thesis. That's how long we have been waiting. Tears in my eyes. Come on you Gunners !!
I’ll never forget this night. These scenes, these celebrations.
22 years. The mass outpouring of emotion from tens of thousands. It’s nearly 11pm and still more and more are coming to the stadium.
The Arsenal. Back at the summit of English football. Soak it all in.
No more ‘Tinku’, ‘Chhotu’, ‘Bablu’ or ‘Shaitaan’…. Rajasthan government launches scheme - Sarthak Naam Abhiyaan- to CORRECT ‘ inappropriate’ names. Only the Indian bureaucracy could draw up such a govt scheme of 3000 acceptable names. Acceptable names include ‘Akbar’, ‘Birbal’, ‘Vrindavan’. Amazing report in @htTweets today. By the way, Major Shaitan Singh, Paramveer Chakra winner and hero of Rezang La would have had to change his name if this scheme had been in existence then…..
@BishOnTheRockx Holding the ball deeper in the palm would achieve this. Two fingers on the seam would still tell the batsman it's a regular pace ball coming up. But because the ball is held deep, it's much slower. I think Brett Lee did this once against India. Circa 2005-06.