El Himno de los Estados Unidos acá en Seattle ha sido una auténtica escena de película. Espectacular. Véanlo hasta el final. Brutal. Más de 65 mil personas, lleno absoluto. Estados Unidos demostrando que también es un país futbolero. Fabuloso.
The Biergarten at EPCOT is such a great restaurant. I know the food might fit everyone’s taste, but it’s so awesome inside and the band is so freaking awesome. 🤩 🇩🇪
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Alabama is 121-10 at home since 2007.
The best home record in the country over that timeframe.
Ten losses is INSANE! You don’t go into Tuscaloosa and win.
NEW: Artemis II Commander Reid Wiseman reflects on being MOVED to tears by the Christian cross after returning to Earth from the historic expedition:
"When I got back on the on the ship — I'm not really a religious person — but there was just no other avenue for me to explain anything or to experience anything."
"So I asked for the chaplain on the Navy ship to just come visit us for a minute, and when that man walked in, I'd never met him before in my life. But I saw the cross on his collar, and I just broke down in tears."
"It's very hard to fully grasp what we just went through."
The “Christians are anti-science rubes” line is getting old. Part 2
Meet Reid Wiseman, Commander of Artemis II. The man who just led the first crewed mission around the Moon since 1972.
He’s not even “really a religious person,” by his own words.
But when he stepped back onto the Navy ship after that historic flight and saw the chaplain’s cross on his collar, he broke down in tears.
“When I got back on the ship… I saw the cross on his collar, and I just broke down in tears. It’s very hard to fully grasp what we just went through.”
Think about that.
You can orbit the Moon, stare back at the fragile blue marble from a quarter million miles away, and the grandeur of it all still leaves a man searching for something bigger than science alone can explain.
The cross, that simple symbol of the gospel was the only thing that could meet him in that moment.
This is the same crew that included Victor Glover openly living out his faith in lunar orbit.
And now the Commander himself is moved to tears by the cross.
Funny how the people who have actually left the planet keep running into the same reality the scoffers deny.
The Artemis II Commander comes home and weeps at the sight of a cross.
Real faith doesn’t fear the data. It doesn’t hide from the stars.
It looks at the cosmos and sees the signature of the Creator who hung every one of them in place and yet still reaches down to a broken man on a Navy ship.
To every skeptic who loves to trot out the old line that Christianity is “anti-science” insult.
The evidence keeps stacking up against you.
The men and women who have actually left the planet don’t seem to agree with your narrative.
And to every believer who’s ever been mocked for holding both faith and reason? keep going.
Keep exploring. Keep speaking truth when they ask.
The King who set the stars in place is the same King who hung on that cross and rose from the grave.
He is risen.
He is risen indeed.
All glory to the King who made the heavens and the earth, and who still meets men and women, even commanders of lunar missions right where they are.
What happens when you drink 10 oz of Magnesium Citrate?
I'm glad you asked...
12:05 pm: It's time. You shotgun a 10 oz bottle like it's a lukewarm PBR and you don't want to be a pansy in front of your older brother's friends.
It's suppose to be lemon flavored but it's becoming quite clear that whoever led the R&D team that day has never actually tasted anything lemon in their life. You are already regretting this decision.
12:06 pm: You down a cupcake like you've been saving it for the apocalypse because let's face it...that time is here. It's going to turn to liquid form before it even clears your throat but you don't care. All is right in the world at this moment. Hold on to that. You're about to enter a very dark period in your life.
12:37 pm: First sign of life. The pressure is growing. You already have 5 lbs of impacted poop in your colon and you basically just drank the "safe for humans" version of Drano. You feel a poop coming on finally. You think it's time. You're wrong. You get a little snake turd as a teaser.
Take note...this is the last semi-solid thing you will see leaving your body for the next 24 hours.
12:57 pm: That little science experiment you got cooking is about to reach it's boiling point. Your stomach is angry now. It hates you...you can feel it. You have exactly .3 seconds to make it to the nearest toilet but you can't run... NEVER run! You pray to God there is enough elasticity in your butthole to keep the gates closed 5 more steps as you start to preemptively undo your pants to save valuable time. Almost there. 3...2...1...
12:58 pm: Sweet Mary,...is this real life? Your cheeks barely hit the seat and all hell breaks loose. The poop/ water mixture you've just created comes out with such force that it actually sprays the back of the toilet bowl at a 45 degree angle thus deflecting it in every direction but down.
Is that blood?
False alarm.
That's just the remnants of a cherry pie you ate at Thanksgiving...when you were 5. The smell is horrid...the sound is frightening. You try to clench whats left of your butthole to soften the blow but it's not working. The whole house just heard your liquid poop fart as it gurgled out of your butt.
1:06 pm- 8:30 pm: Everything's a blur. You have pooped out everything you have ever eaten since the day you were born, everything your ancestors have ever eaten since the early 1800's, and your butthole now feels like you have a flaming hot Cheeto and the tears of a thousand Jalapeno seeds stuck in it.
You're now curled up in the bathtub ugly crying because you have to remain within arm's reach of the toilet at all times.
You have the poop sweats.
You meet Jesus.
8:37 pm: Your family will never be able to unsee the things they've seen in the last 8 hours.
You're broken.
Your butthole's broken.
Your spirit's broken.
Life as you know it will never be the same. But...tomorrow's a new day. You're going to wake up, throw on the only remaining pair of underwear you have that doesn't have a poop stain on it, and you're going to run up to Target with the last shred of dignity you have left...and buy yourself a new toilet brush. You've earned it.
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(Someone else posted this but I’m sitting here with tears streaming down my face so I had to share)