Buck: “Hey google, who’s the worst commentator in Major League Baseball history?”
Google: “That would be you, Joe.”
Buck: “And let me tell you smoltzy, I just really admire the Brewers’ resiliency.”
Sucks his starting backcourt got hurt from game 2 on. Riley’s biggest mistake of his career was putting the Lakers through training camp style practices AFTER they had swept the first 3 rounds of the playoffs.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
For all Canadians saying they were the better team….
On George Washington’s birthday, let me remind you…the British were the better team.
And yet the Americans still won their independence.
Unpopular opinion but i simply love playoff football games between historic rivals where its all laid on the line and theyre dialing it up with bone crunching hits and plays that youll be talking about on monday at the water cooler
And we go to game 7. Wow. We all knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Are you fired up? I’M FIRED UP. BASEBALL IS AMAZING. HASTA LA VICTORIA SIEMPRE. LETS GO!
It’s more than a game, and it always will be.
So I watched The Matrix with my 11 year old daughter tonight thinking it would blow her mind. When it was over she said "why didn't the machines just colonize animals for energy to avoid a rebellion." I had no response