Might be the best half of soccer I've ever seen the USMNT play

Why is the retard dating the Canadian lesbian on the field singing right now?

"IT'S A GRAND SLAM! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!" Jon Miller narrated the moment of the year. Here's what it sounded like on THE Sports Leader. 📢📻

Combining cycling and powerlifting is fucking stupid. Hi, I'm stupid

Who watched this as a child?

Anyone in the market for a new Pixel? I can get you 10% off, hit me up

These would sell like hotcakes if kits were made

The USMNT is wearing rainbow numbers today. Homophobia has been ended everyone

In 1985 I made the USA World Championships Gymnastics Team. I placed 3rd at the Trials, my highest placement to date as a young gymnast. At Worlds, on my 8th and final event I fell. It was a devastating fall. I missed a release move and tumbled to the ground. My right foot was stuck while my body spun around the knee. I knew it was bad. I screamed, or thought I did. No one came. It felt like forever on the raised platform, no coach, no trainer, no doctor while I writhed. Eventually my coach realized I wasn't getting back up. They rushed to me. The trainer thought my knee was dislocated and he attempted to push it back in place. It wasn't dislocated though. My femur was broken - we didn't know that yet - and he was pushing bone against bone. My dad joined me in the ambulance. I remember sobbing -- "What am I going to do now? I don't know how to do anything else. This is all I want to do." He cried too. We assumed my career was over. He said: "You can do anything you want to do. You're smart and you can be anything you want to be. You're just getting started." He was right in so many ways. But all I wanted then was to be a gymnast. I was taken to the nearest hospital and rushed into surgery. It was a French speaking hospital and we didn't fully understand what anyone was telling us. When I came out of surgery a doctor who spoke English told us "It was a broken femur. Not her knee." We cheered. We were all so happy. My coaches, my parents, me. Bones often heal better than joints. I left Canada on crutches with a full leg cast. When I got home to Pennsylvania, my doctor changed the cast to a lighter one, with a hinge at the knee. And I went back to the gym. I started training right away. 8 months later, in June 1986, I walked into the arena in Indianapolis for USA Championships. No one thought I'd be there. Everyone thought I was done. Forever. I knew I wasn't done. Not yet. I won. I became the National Champion less than a year after breaking my femur on the world's stage. Never give up. Never.

So a man took a sports scholarship from a woman. On a women's team. That thing that never happens . . . it happened.

I remember I was driving into work listening to this on the radio and damn near drove off the freeway when we scored.

This is a boy. Pretending to be a girl. Nothing you say will change that.

The thing they say isn’t happening keeps happening.

Sometimes the podium accounts for a consolation prize so as not to hurt ABs feelings by making him compete in boys.

It’s “right-wing” to insist on fairness for girls.

I'll take F and just chill in the Mayan Riviera for two weeks

These finally showed up today. The foil Brock is my first time getting lucky. 1 of 50