husband of great wife,father of five, Lawyer, Loyola lax dad, grandfather of six, Lax coach, Squash coach,former Canadian National Doubles Squash Champion,
VAR robbed the United States of it's leading goal scorer for the round of 16
There's no way this is a red on Balogun
They are both checking to the ball
The defender bumps him and steps in front of him just as Balogun is trying to step in front of the defender
The way his foot lands is totally unintentional
The ref didn't even call a foul during the run of play
Then it becomes a red card because VAR slows it down and zooms in without the context
Total disgrace that the U.S. doesn't get their leading goal scorer against Belgium
The 5 reasons soccer won't increase in popularity after the world cup is over.
1. The flopping. This goes against the soul of every American. We value grit, toughness and basically not being a pussy.
2. The clock. No one wants to get to the end of a game and have no clue when it's over. Just stop & start the clock when you need to, like sane people.
3. Offsides. Just put a line out there like everyone else. This floating line you have makes the game unwatchable. It's like a built in, anti-excitement glitch you manufactured for your game.
4. Red cards. What a stupid rule that you automatically get kicked out for the next game for getting one. I can understand suspending someone after a league review of something you did that was horrible. But to automatically get suspended because of what a ref saw at full speed is stupid.
5. Ties. In America we call it kissing your sister, cause that's the same feeling you get after a tie. Pure disgust. In soccer, it seems like the result you prefer most. Play til you have a winner.
“It's pretty concerning that the President of the United States either is so stupid that he doesn't know what a passport is or that his mentals are declining at such a rate that he's forgotten.”
Tim takes on Trump’s dumb passport on Bulwark Takes.
@RpsAgainstTrump How stupid are you Bill Cassidy? You believed this moron. It’s your fault. You are a doctor. You knew better but kissed the ring. Look where that got you.
@noturtlesoup17 Nothing says anti-freedom like shutting an open-access national landmark that he couldn't fix because he hired an unknown to do a botched job...and blame the botch on Americans who noticed it.
Yeah, just a perfect metaphor for how Trump hates America.
@AdamBenigni Adam: did McD have Brady pass the ball 100% of the time Cook came out of the last two games last year (100% other than tush push)? Did McD decide to abandon what was so effective all game and run the ball on all 3 1st downs in OT? Brady was predictable-hope things change.
This isn’t a “lining” that is peeling. It’s a water proof paint/coating that wasn’t intended for the surface it was used on, or applied without the proper preparation.
I have a swimming pool and “vandals” can’t peel the bottom off of it. It also didn’t cost $14 million.
Lineup of the day
You’re only getting the net in and out
In:
Knies
Spence
Oleksiak
Hellebuyck
2026 3rd
Out:
Norris
Quinn
Wahlberg
Mrtka
Strbak
Levi
Luukkonen
2026 20th overall
2027 or 2028 1st
$850k in cap space
Chase Reid selected 4th overall
@BallParkBuzz 100%. From a place where he had the swing to be able to consistently hit 300/100/30 and B an absolute fan favorite to go to a team and a stadium that couldn’t be worse for his game all because his ego wouldn’t let him play first base. I blame his agent.
The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.