Man U and Cleveland Sports. “When I gave food to the poor, they called me a saint. When I asked why the poor have no food, they called me a Communist.”
In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called.
I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years.
"Nobunaga."
He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly.
"Perfect. Banana, party of one."
Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now.
Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands.
I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready.
It woke.
It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master.
He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room.
"BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!"
A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me.
All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!"
So tell me honestly.
For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came.
When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana?
Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.
Wemby is our generations Lafayette. In a time of great need, a French teenager/ young adult came to America and helped lead his new adopted country to victory against tyranny (foul baiting unethical OKC bullshit)
The New York Knicks are four wins away from their first championship in 53 years and the only thing standing in their way is a 9-foot-tall French Shaolin alien.
I need you all to understand the Cavs mascot literally wore a bulletproof vest for LeBron’s first game back in Cleveland after joining the Heat in 2010
Manchester United win, Bruno Fernandes breaks the assist record, Academy players getting minutes, having some big moments in the process.
Tottenham stay up, West Ham goes down & Mateus Fernandes moves closer to an Old Trafford move. Bournemouth beat Forest & Brentford beat Liverpool - so they finish 6th & miss Champions League.
Villa spoil Pep's farewell at the Emptyhad, Chelsea finish their season in misery with a loss at Sunderland. Too much to ask for as the ideal script for today?
This is not mine. This is yours. This is ours.
From all the players, staff and everyone involved in the club, to you guys who supported us every single day of the season.
Grateful for your love and support ❤️
Cleveland FTW; cheap cost of living v. elsewhere in US; easy to go anywhere due to overbuilt infrastructure; world class HC, arts, and sports (for 2 of 3 major sports at least); sane politics; nice people.
The US Rust Belt remains my favorite Emerging Market.
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Lmao I told y’all.
Even if you’ve never bought a ticket for a Spirit flight in your life you’ve benefited from the company’s existence.
That’s why a federal judge blocked the merger between them and Jet Blue.