Breaking News! The official trailer for #ThePaper is here. The show airs Sep. 4 on ⁦@peacock⁩ and obviously my character is a genius.

If you’re a fan of a sports team A good team A bad team A team that can’t get out of their own way A team that seems like god has cursed them Keep being a fan of that team Keep being a fan of that team Keep being a fan of that team I love you all have a great night

Aged like milk.

New Yorkers, Avoid the bookings beloved

Well what happened

Congratulations to the Chicago Cubs of basketball!!!!

World Cup visitors being wowed by ranch dressing and free soft drink refills makes me feel like world peace could be possible

The best way to see the beauty around you is to see it through the eyes of someone who has never seen it. Thank you to the World Cup Tourists for reminding us.

Actually kind of amazing how useless Luke Kornet is

When you understand that Boston is the Edinburgh of the US you realize how perfectly this all fits

In the weird position of rooting for San Antonio in Game 5 because I think the Knicks winning at home in Game 6 is God’s plan.

As a Knicks fan since May, it is really hard to see all these fakers come into my fandom. Like where were you when we beat the sixers? Where were you when we beat the cavs? In fact, where was I? Where am I?

Most insane comeback ever. Wow.

I am publicly announcing that from this day on Lawrence, Kansas is my American city, I am supporting all of their sports franchises and any Lawrencian is now my friend

You watch, one of the best parts of the World Cup is going to be small and medium cities adopting visiting teams as their own.

i’m like a bird i’m watching widow’s bay

Does Trump like the Knicks because he’s from New York or does he like the Spurs because they got him out of the army

I never met Gordon Wood, but I have a story about him. In one of my grad school seminars, we read Wood’s Creation of the American Republic. The sheer erudition and evidentiary depth of the book bowled me over. Back then, before kids and before life accelerated to warp speed, I used to call my mother every Sunday to catch up. Lots of times, we ended up talking about what I was reading that week in my grad seminars or for leisure. Mom had an omnivorous mind, and she was always looking for something else to read. She was a true intellectual—curious about almost everything, always eager to integrate new arguments or ideas into her existing schemas of how the world worked or to have those schemas challenged and changed. When we talked that particular Sunday, I think I tried to describe to her part of Wood’s argument about the relationship between the state constitutions during the Articles of Confederation era and the federal Constitution. Maybe I was tired, maybe I didn’t completely understand her questions, but the end result of the conversation was that Mom had questions about Wood’s argument that I didn’t answer satisfactorily. I told her that she should probably just read the book, and we said goodbye. She did eventually read the book, but the next Sunday, Mom started our conversation by saying, “Well, I had a lovely conversation with Gordon Wood this week.” For a split second, I thought she was joking, but then I remembered who I was dealing with. I started to sweat. “How?” I asked. A whole variety of unlikely scenarios in which the foremost historian of the American Revolution and my mother, who lived in Wichita, Kansas, might have met ran through my mind. “Oh, I just looked up his office phone number on Brown’s website and called, and he picked up!” Mom said. I decided I would have to find another profession. As it ended up, Gordon Wood spent about an hour on the phone with my mother answering her questions about the Constitution. Ever since, I’ve had a soft spot for the man when I imagine him picking up the phone in Providence and finding Becky Elder from Wichita on the other end of the line. His generosity in that moment spoke very well of him. Rest in peace, professor.