Its official, Dallas. We may have stunk this year, but doggone it, we avoided trophies and parades from the Thunder, Spurs, Avalanche, Oilers, and Knights! Well done, schadenfreude!
Musk is the leading example of an illegal immigrant living off public welfare in human history and the man spends every day pretending the real problem is a woman cleaning motel rooms in West Murfreesboro
Our species has let this evil man prosper and we will pay the price for it
Dude Curaçao has a smaller population than Macon, Georgia and the most popular sport there is baseball and they just scored a goal on Germany at the World Cup
Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.
The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.
The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.
Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.
"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.
It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.
"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.
In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.
And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.
You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.
The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.
I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.
Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.
"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.
Discipline is a journey.
Not a surprise but man did Mike Breen call the hell out of that 4th quarter. Think he’s been doing Knicks game for 35 years so there’s obviously emotions there but he called every moment both ways with such tremendous energy. Great work during a fantastic NBA Finals!
The New York Knicks are the first team to win all four games of a NBA Finals in the play-by-play era (since 1997) in which they overcame a double digit deficit in each win
Knicks trailed by 14 in Game 1, 12 in Game 2, 29 in Game 4, 16 in Game 5
This wasn't called as a foul against Victor Wembanyama in real time, so the same dance ensues if San Antonio wins this Game 5 as seen after Game 3.
The play will be reviewed by the league office. A retroactive flagrant foul for Wemby would mean a one-game suspension for Game 6.