This Dude has skyrocketed into my favorite NBA player discussion 👏 🫡

Watching KAT blow past Wemby and making BigTime Plays. Can only dream what Giannis would do to him with SGA, JDub, Wallace & McCain on the floor 🤷‍♂️

Quit worrying about his health, in OKC they could play him like Hardenstein in regular season to keep him healthy! The rebounding problem and guarding Wemby is solved 🤷‍♂️

It’s time?

If your gonna pay a PF the Max $, give me him!!!

Get Chet off the Floor, awful on both ends of the floor and Zero Confidence 😡

Castle is fouling SGA damn near every time he picks him up at half court 🤦‍♂️ Complete Joke

Austin Dillon’s letter to Kyle Busch. This one is emotional to read, but beautifully written.

All the experts saying Hart can’t play against the Spurs 😂 #PhysicalPlay #OffensiveRebounds

I’ve said this for a year now 🤷‍♂️

Oil companies are ripping us off. It’s not a supply and demand issue. We are a net exporter. We are selling more oil overseas than ever before while the American people are being price gauged. We have access to Venezuelan oil like never before and we are still getting stuck with $5 a gallon gas. We are flat out being ripped off by Big Oil.

The Thunder are a machine. Hasn’t been a team like them since the best Tim Duncan Spurs teams!!

To my Oklahoma family; this piece comes straight from the heart. I hope you’ll take a moment to read it and feel what I felt. Thank you for allowing me to be a small part of it. I came to @okcthunder to play basketball. I left carrying 168 lives. When I was traded to the Oklahoma City Thunder, I was thinking about basketball, nothing more. I didn’t know that before I ever stepped on the court, this place would show me something that would stay with me far longer than any game. Like any player, my mind was on the game. A new team, a new city, a new opportunity. I expected the usual routine when I landed in Oklahoma City. Physicals, practices, meetings, and a jersey waiting in a locker. But before any of that, Sam Presti pulled me aside and told me there was somewhere we needed to go. He didn’t explain much, and I didn’t think to ask. I was focused on the next step in my career. What I didn’t understand was that, before I could represent the place I was about to play for, I needed to understand it. So instead of heading to the facility, he took me to the Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum. I walked in without knowing what I was about to see, and within minutes, everything slowed down. There are 168 chairs at the memorial, each one representing a life lost on April 19, 1995. They are arranged in quiet rows, each engraved with a name, each standing where a person once stood in that building. Then you notice something that is impossible to process the first time you see it. Some of the chairs are smaller. They belong to children. There is no speech that prepares you for that, no headline that captures it. You simply stand there, and the silence carries a kind of weight that is hard to describe but impossible to ignore. As you walk through the memorial, you pass between two gates marked 9:01 and 9:03. At first, they seem like simple numbers, but then you understand what they hold. One marks the last minute before the attack. The other marks the first minute after. And in between those two gates is 9:02, the moment when everything changed. That minute does not feel like history when you are standing there. It feels present. The reflecting pool stretches across what used to be a city street, its surface calm and still. When you look into it, you do not just see water. You see yourself standing in a place where unimaginable loss occurred, and for a moment, everything else in your life becomes quieter. Nearby stands the Survivor Tree, an American elm that was damaged in the blast but endured. It is not untouched. Its scars are part of what it represents. But it is still standing, and in that, it carries a kind of strength that does not need to be explained. We did not speak much while we were inside. It did not feel like a place for conversation. Some places ask for words. This one asks for reflection. When we stepped outside, Sam Presti looked me in the eye and said, “This is what this state has been through.” Then he said something I will never forget. “Every time you step on that court, you are not just playing in front of fans. You are playing for a state that carries this with it. Give them everything you have. They deserve that.” In that moment, basketball felt different. Not smaller, but clearer. Because what I had just seen was not only about what was lost. It was about what remained. A state that had experienced unimaginable pain and still chose to come together, to rebuild, and to move forward without losing its humanity. From that day on, every time I stepped on the court, I carried that with me. On the nights when I was tired, when I was hurt, when I was dealing with challenges that felt heavy in the moment, I would think about those chairs, about that minute, about the people behind those names. And I was reminded that what I was going through did not compare to what this state had endured. oklahoman.com/story/opinion/…

My dude @5parker5 with 16 at halftime of NIT game vs OSU 🔥 🏀

Some Olympians wanted to be political. Jack Hughes put it all on the line, lost some teeth, scored the winning goal and praised his teammates and said how proud he was to play for our country. That's American Pride! Others should take lessons from Jack.

If you enjoyed our version of "Til Ya Can’t” on The TPUSA All American Halftime - Our studio recording of it will be available to purchase or stream at midnight tonight! A big thank you to @codyjohnson and the songwriters Ben Stennis and Matt Rogers for giving me there blessing to record and release it, It really is one of the best written songs I have heard in a long time and NOTHING is more powerful than a great song in my book! 🇺🇸 Kid Rock

Chills, 🇺🇸 🤲 🙏

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