CSADescendant

[SaltyGoat @SaltyGoat17]

So it appears that the Islamists in Dearborn are now threatening to use swords to intimidate American citizens

I'm guessing they've never seen Raiders of the Lost Ark?😂

[The Dale Earnhardt Archive @ArchivesDe]

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Heh, heh, heh-heh! I am the great Cornholio!!! 😜😂

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

I speak for a lot of men when I say this:

A man can be running on 4 hours of sleep.

He can stay up until 2 AM and still wake up at 6.

He can have more bills than money in his account.

He can be buried in debt.

He can be broke as hell.

He can be carrying problems he hasn't told a single person about.

He can be lonely.

He can feel like nobody notices his effort and nobody is coming to save him.

Yet somehow, he keeps moving.

He goes to work.
He shows up.
He keeps trying.
He keeps building.

Because deep down, most men carry a stubborn belief that things will get better.

Not today.
Maybe not tomorrow.

But eventually.

The business will grow.
The debt will get paid.
The hard work will pay off.
The bad season will pass.

It's not always confidence.

Sometimes it's pure faith.

Faith that if they keep showing up, keep grinding, and refuse to quit, one day everything they've been fighting for will finally work out.

And honestly, that quiet faith is what keeps a lot of men going.

[the Sports ON Tap @thesportsontap]

In 2013, Mariano Rivera announced it was his last season.

Every team in baseball lined up to give him retirement gifts. A gold record. A rocking chair made from broken bats. A fire hose nozzle from the FDNY.

He accepted all of it.

But at every single ballpark, he asked for something else first.

He wanted to meet the employees.

Not the executives. Not the owners. The ushers, the ticket sellers, the custodians, the grounds crew. The people who show up at 6 a.m. and leave at midnight and never get thanked by anybody.

The Yankees' media relations director helped coordinate it, working with each team to pull together a group.

And Rivera did it at stop after stop, all season long, in his final year, at 43 years old, while still closing games.

Here's what he told about 20 Rangers employees in Arlington:

"We would never have a chance to see you guys, and that's why I wanted to do this. That was important to me, to make sure to thank those that work behind the scenes. No one sees them."

In Cleveland, he sat down with 25 staff members for half an hour before a game.

And partway through, he stopped and asked a question.

"Where's the drummer?"

For forty years, a man named John Adams had sat at the top of the bleachers in Cleveland with a bass drum, pounding out a beat to start rallies. Every home game. Four decades. He bought his own ticket for the seat next to him so the drum could sit there.

Adams raised a drumstick from the back of the room so Rivera could find him.

Rivera's response: "Hey, you the man. Being loyal, being there day in and day out. I really respect that."

At Fenway, he finally met a man named Baz who had been a fixture in that ballpark for decades. Baz afterward: "Pretty special. I've got tears in my eyes."

In Anaheim, where Rivera made his major league debut in 1995 and got his first career save in 1996, he sat with longtime Angels staffers and listened to their stories.

At every one of these, he took a photo with every single person and handed each of them a signed baseball.

His explanation of the whole thing:

"I want to be remembered as a player that gave for others. It's not that I'm better than anyone else; that's not true. I have been blessed and treat everybody the same because I wanted to be treated like that. With respect."

And this wasn't a farewell lap by a guy limping to the finish.

He saved 44 games that season with a 2.11 ERA at 43 years old. He pitched a scoreless inning at the All-Star Game, which kept his career All-Star ERA at 0.00 across thirteen appearances.

He finished with 652 saves, the most in the history of baseball, and a 0.70 postseason ERA that will probably never be approached.

In 2019 he became the first player ever elected to the Hall of Fame unanimously. Every single ballot.

Not Ruth. Not Mays. Not Aaron. Mariano Rivera.

The greatest closer who ever lived spent his last season making sure the people nobody notices got to be noticed once.

For more stories like this, follow us on any platform @thesportsontap

[Doog @doogadoo11]

It might be time for an "Adult Takeover"

Where adults show up at a Teen Takeover and beat the shit out of them

[Coloradosearcher @Coloradosearch1]

🧐

[Gunther Eagleman™ @GuntherEagleman]

Some Muslim “scholar” in a robe just declared that dogs are filthy enemies of the prophet, that angels refuse to enter your house if you own one, and that keeping a pet dog is haram and will get you punished by Allah.

Cool story, bro.

My dogs sleep on my bed, protect my house, make my kids laugh, and have more loyalty in one paw than your entire ideology has in its entire history.

I’ll take muddy paws, wet-nose greetings, and unconditional love over your desert superstitions any day of the week.

Dogs are family.

Your take is trash!

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

This poor guy punched from an F-18, survived, and the local authorities found him. I can’t imagine the aftershock of that…and then being normal. Hero. ❤️🇺🇸💪

[Dyerbolical Horror (☥𝐃𝐁) @DyerbolicalDB]

Happy birthday to Julie Newmar!

[Clown World ™ 🤡 @ClownWorld]

I think teenagers should have part-time jobs again. Not because every kid needs the money, but because dealing with customers, showing up on time, working with people you don’t like and having a boss tell you what to do teaches you things no classroom ever will.

[Old Salty Marine @BamaSaltyMarine]

A group of crows is called a " murder "

Geese are a " gaggle"

A group of bitches is called the "View"

[Old Salty Marine @BamaSaltyMarine]

How do you circumcise a.
Muslim?

Kick a Democrat in the chin.

[Farm Girl Carrie™️👩‍🌾 @FarmGirlCarrie]

How crazy is it, that Monty Python saw this coming before it actually came? 🤣

[Daily Harry Potter @TheDailyHPotter]

Haven't really though about it 🤔

[CSADescendant @csadescendant]

@halleberry #halle60 The Last Boy Scout

[Juanita Broaddrick @atensnut]

Goodnight 💤😴.

True. 💯

[CSADescendant @csadescendant]

@DyerbolicalDB Wanted Dead or Alive. He played the great grandson of Steve McQueen’s character from the television series, also named Josh Randall.

[Virginia Flaggers @thevaflaggers]

The Virginia Flaggers are devastated to learn of the sudden passing of our dear friend Ben Jones aka "Cooter" earlier today. Ben was a giant among men, yet humble in his dealings with everyone. He was a fierce defender of Southern Heritage, and such an encouragement to me through the years.

I miss him already.

Please keep Ms Alma and the rest of the family in your prayers. Go rest high, Ben, and thank you for a life well lived. ❤️🙏🏼 ✝️

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

On July 3, 1976, Tina Turner waited until Ike fell asleep in their Dallas hotel room.

Her face was swollen from another beating.

In her pocket, she carried thirty-six cents and a Mobil gas card.

That was all.

Tina slipped from the Statler Hilton and ran into the night.

She had no car waiting.

No friend nearby.

No carefully prepared escape plan.

She crossed Interstate 30 on foot, weaving through traffic and narrowly avoiding a truck.

On the other side stood a Ramada Inn.

The manager recognized her despite her injuries. He gave her a room, placed security outside the door, and allowed her to hide while her body began to recover.

For the first time in years, she was safe.

Three weeks later, Tina filed for divorce.

After sixteen years of marriage, she asked for almost nothing.

No house.

No money.

No royalties.

She wanted only one thing.

Her name.

“Tina Turner.”

Ike had created that name as part of the act he controlled. Tina reclaimed it as the foundation of the life she intended to build.

She walked away carrying debt, tax problems, and an uncertain future.

The music industry considered her finished.

She was approaching forty, had little control over her earlier recordings, and was trying to begin again in a business obsessed with youth.

Tina refused to disappear.

She practiced Nichiren Buddhism and chanted daily for strength.

She accepted almost any work offered: television appearances, hotel lounges, county fairs, and small corporate events.

The stages were far removed from the arenas she had once filled.

Still, she performed as though every audience mattered.

Piece by piece, she rebuilt herself.

Then came 1984.

At forty-four, Tina released Private Dancer.

The album became a global success.

“What’s Love Got to Do with It” reached number one.

Grammy Awards followed.

So did major tours, films, and the recognition she had earned on her own terms.

The woman dismissed as a has-been became the Queen of Rock and Roll.

Her second career lasted for decades.

She sold millions of records and filled stadiums around the world.

She also found a gentler love with Erwin Bach, whom she met in 1986.

Years later, when Tina suffered kidney failure, Erwin donated one of his kidneys to save her life.

Tina died peacefully in Switzerland in 2023 at eighty-three, with Erwin beside her.

Her legacy is larger than music.

It is the story of a woman who escaped with almost nothing and discovered that almost nothing could still be enough.

Thirty-six cents.

A gas card.

A name.

And the courage to cross the road.

Tina Turner proved that starting over is not reserved for the young.

Sometimes a life begins again the moment you finally run toward yourself.