The boy's shoes with that fit should be a capital crime Raq. You're better than this, babe.

Knicks head coach Mike Brown got a standing ovation at the Polo Bar last night 😭 🎥: Derek Blasberg/Instagram

Jesus 🤦🏽‍♂️

This looks like a Disney movie where a 12 year old becomes president

Every girl in NYC is either: – in a situationship – in therapy – in the West Village – or in all three

Knicks Era

nyc is the only place where you see this and know it’s not AI😭

this is like reverse 9/11

If the knicks win we’re carrying the t-rex skeleton from the museum of natural history to the front of MSG

Aged like milk.

AI startup CFO, CEO, CMO, and CTO

I’m actually crying this is so fkn funny

12-Years Ago: Baker Mayfield hit this ICONIC dance at Oklahoma. 😭😭😭 Legend.

“How bad is Paraguay?”

To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis: Show us your laptop. Show us your iCloud. Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation. You won’t. You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out. That is not who we are. My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count. For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame. I no longer believe that. Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us. And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts. That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena. Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next. Life does not determine our character. It reveals it. Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next? We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day. So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop. You won’t. The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing. That is the only definition that matters.

on the contrary, buddy

Dude

BREAKING: Wu-Tang Clan have broken Donald Trump's curse on the Knicks

Not really sure what we just saw...

I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE SHOCKED IN MY SPORTS-WATCHING LIFE. I GOT CHILLS.

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