Tonight, the Empire State Building tower lights will turn to a pink sparkle at 9:25 to honor the late Dolly Parton.
Dolly was a global cultural icon whose seven-decade career reached generations of fans. Beyond entertainment, Dolly leaves a significant philanthropic legacy through the Dollywood Foundation and Imagination Library, which has provided hundreds of millions of books to children worldwide.
At Nine-Two-Five tonight, we celebrate her and her legacy 💖
Dolly Parton carried the music, stories and spirit of her Tennessee mountain home wherever she went. She was a lifelong champion of the Great Smoky Mountains and proudly shared her love for them with the world.
While we may no longer see her working 9 to 5, we will always love her.
Here’s to Dolly, who made our world a little more beautiful.
Playoff #Broncos Mike Shanahan was insanely elite:
1) Only #PFHOF 2026 Coach semifinalist to beat one of others head-to-head in #SuperBowl - TWICE (Mike Holmgren and Dan Reeves).
2) 1-0 vs Bill Belichick - thwarted Pats' only 3-peat opportunity.
3) 5-1 vs all HOF semifinalists
The only coach in NFL history to lead Top-3 offenses in seven consecutive seasons ('92-98), Mike Shanahan is also 1-of-5 ever to coach three AP NFL MVPs (Elway, Young & Davis).
178 wins, back-to-back Super Bowls & the winningest 3-year period in NFL history ('96-98) at the time.
TRENDING: Marshall Manning has nearly IDENTICAL throwing mechanics to his father, Peyton Manning.
As Peyton puts it: “Wipe the windshield, elbow your brother, and flick the booger.”
The future is BRIGHT for the next generation of the Manning dynasty 😳🔥
If there are Broncos fans celebrating injury to rival teams within the division, just know they do not represent the fan base.
Bruh, we lost Bo Nix in the most devastating way possible, right before the AFC title game.
So if there's anyone that can sympathize with the injuries that have been going around as of late, it's me.
I never want to see players go down, even if they play for the teams I hate.
Can’t deny what John ‘The Duke of Denver’ Elway did to put the Mile High City on the map.
Floyd ‘The Franchise’ Little did make it possible for the @Broncos to remain in Colorado.
Both men deserve statues in the new stadium 🏟️
When the Body Remembers How to Fly
The song “Footloose” kicks in, and the screen fills with bodies in motion. Fred Astaire dances on the ceiling. Gene Kelly splashes through rain-soaked streets. Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze lift each other in perfect trust. Kevin Bacon thrashes alone in an empty warehouse. John Travolta owns a disco floor. Tap shoes click across black-and-white stages. Skirts flare. Hands clap. Feet leave the ground again and again.
What holds the whole montage together is not technical perfection. It is release. Every dancer, no matter the decade, moves as if something inside them has finally been allowed to breathe. The camera does not demand performance. The body simply answers the music.
“Footloose” has always been about permission. Permission to move when the rules say stay still. Permission to feel joy without apology. This edit takes that idea and stretches it across fifty years of cinema. It does not tell one story. It shows the same human impulse appearing in different costumes, different lighting, different eras — and remaining completely recognizable.
Hollywood once treated dance as pure language. When words fell short, people danced. The montage gathers those moments and places them under a single modern beat, collapsing time. You watch history move. The 1930s talk to the 1980s. Classical elegance sits beside raw energy. Nothing feels outdated because the need to move has never gone out of style.
The most striking part is the lack of hierarchy. No clip is presented as superior. A precise turn by Vera-Ellen carries the same weight as Bacon’s wild, rebellious jumps. The video refuses to rank joy. It simply places every expression of it side by side and lets them share the same rhythm.
In that shared rhythm something larger appears. Dance here is not decoration. It is proof of life. For a few seconds the body forgets gravity, forgets self-consciousness, forgets the weight of ordinary days. When those seconds from different generations are stitched together, the result feels like a quiet celebration of the fact that pure delight never expires.
We spend so much time looking for big reasons to feel free. Sometimes the reason is only a beat that matches the heart and the small courage to let the shoulders drop, the feet shift, the arms rise. Freedom often begins in the smallest movement.
When was the last time you moved just because the music asked you to — and for a moment nothing else mattered?