Nem uma única bola rolou no gramado até agora e este é o quadro da COPA 2026:
• As equipes do Senegal e do Uzbequistão foram tratadas na chegada como criminosos, com buscas completas em seus orifícios.
• O melhor árbitro da África foi enviado de volta à Somália, apesar de seu passaporte diplomático.
• O Fotógrafo da equipe do Iraque foi impedido de entrar mesmo com visto válido.
• Foi negada a entrada nos EUA de 90% dos fãs marroquinos com ingressos já adquiridos.
• Foram recusados vistos a 14 membros da equipe de apoio do Irã.
• Foi negada a entrada no país do principal atacante da Suíça, o camaronês Breel Embolo. A equipe viajou sem ele. Após a forte repercussão, o visto foi enfim concedido.
• A equipe iraniana, cujos jogos serão todos nos EUA, foi proibida de pernoitar no país. Imediatamente a após cada partida, os atletas voarão de volta ao México, onde se hospedam.
- Qual é o sentido de sediar a Copa do Mundo se não pretendem que o MUNDO faça parte dela???
Wait, so we were told to take shorter showers, turn off the tap while brushing our teeth, and conserve water at every opportunity… but data centers can show up and use millions of gallons like it’s nothing?
I was rambling about my stressful day to the guy I've been dating, and mid sentence, I caught him typing on his phone under the table. I felt that familiar sting of rejection. I thought he was ignoring me.
What I actually found on his screen completely broke me 😭
For context, we’ve been seeing each other for about a month.
He’s an engineer very sweet, very logical, but a little quiet.
When I stopped talking and asked, "Do you need to answer a work email?" trying not to sound annoyed, he looked up, genuinely panicked.
"No! No, I'm so sorry, I was just jotting something down."
He placed his phone face down, but I caught a glimpse of the Notes app. I immediately assumed the worst.
I thought he was keeping a tally of my red flags, or texting a buddy to come save him from the girl who talks too much.
Fast forward to that evening. We were at my apartment watching a movie, and he got up to grab us some water.
He left his phone on the couch arm. The screen lit up with a spam notification, and his Notes app was still open.
I’m not a snooper, but my curiosity totally got the best of me. I leaned over to look.
I have been dating my boyfriend for 4 years. I recently got a promotion that doubled my salary. Since then, his family has started making comments about how I’m “the rich one now.”
His mom planned a family beach trip and somehow assumed I’d be paying for everything. I laughed because I thought it was a joke.
It wasn’t.
A week before the trip, his mom sent me a spreadsheet showing everyone’s costs. Her, his dad, his sister, her boyfriend, and their two kids.
My total?
Almost $5,000.
I told my boyfriend there must be a misunderstanding. He got quiet and said, “Well… you can afford it.”
I asked why his sister’s boyfriend wasn’t paying. He said, “Because you’re the successful one.”
I told him absolutely not.
The next day his mom called me ungrateful and said family helps family. I reminded her we aren’t married and that I’m not responsible for six grown adults.