San Antonio wins the series, 4-3! ▪️ Wemby's 41/24 and Harper's 24 in 2OT G1 ▪️ Wemby scores 33, SAS evens up series in G4 ▪️ A full-team effort at home in G6 forces G7 ▪️ Wemby's 22 and Champagnie's 20 leads San Antonio back to the NBA Finals for the first time since 2014! The Spurs will face the Knicks in the 2026 NBA Finals starting Wednesday, June 3 at 8:30pm/et on ABC!

Less than a year ago you were saying this. You’re a lying grub @AlboMP .

Wasn't @JacintaAllanMP on @sunriseon7 this morning saying the CFA have never been better resourced, and that this is no time for misinformation? 🤷 Clearly she would know exactly what is happening across rural Victoria, right? 🤪

RT @JoshFrydenberg: Reuven Morrison was murdered at Bondi. The powerful words of his daughter Sheina Gutnick should be read by every Austr…

This is not about guns. This is about who we are letting into our country. This is about mass immigration.

Really disappointed your glowing appraisal of the #Munnel stations didn't include the most important one of them all. The Airport link at Tullamarine. Where are those pictures? 😅

Who says Australians aren't efficient enough? 😉🏏 #Ashes

Queensland GPs being actually backed by our State Govt to do the jobs we're good at... No more need for @RACGP GPs to have adults with ADHD seeing psychiatrists for diagnosis or treatment #gp25

Here in Queensland we've not only got great weather and football dominance. We've also got a State Govt which doesn't charge @RACGP GPs payroll tax, and is now letting us look after our adults with ADHD without the costs & barriers to diagnosis or treatment

Welcome Minister to #GP25 . Our hesitancy on #BulkBilling isn't purely about finance. It's also about you showing respect to our profession, and showing the nation a great @RACGP Dr is worth valuing

A message from a Kindergarten teacher: After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old: “My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.” No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.” My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me. When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic. But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe. My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown. And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice. They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer. The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.” As if kindness were a weakness. Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure — a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.” a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.” a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.” Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up. But this last year broke something in me. The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival. I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times. So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998: “Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.” I sat on the floor and cried. No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications. I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced. I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers. So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try. Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

FT | Hard earned 🔥 #Wallabies

Good on you Premier @DavidCrisafulli We've got an incredible team of dedicated clinicians through the Torres Strait & Cape regions who will definitely appreciate this visit 😀

If you never, never go you'll never, never know... if you are 1 of 500,000 Aussies unaware they have Type 2 Diabetes. National Diabetes Week starts Sunday & we're urging rural Aussies to get checked by their doc. bit.ly/4lGHwSe #auspol #medtwitter #NationalDiabetesWeek

Not only did the Choir keep singing, the audience stayed in their places on the grassy hillside. With ponchos and umbrellas, nothing stopped their #laulupidu experience. That's #Elagu for you 🇪🇪🥰

Words cannot describe what this means to us 🇪🇪❤️

NEW: Thousands of worshippers in the Philippines stunned when a white cloud, resembling Jesus, appears in the sky. Thousands of people had gathered to light candles and pray in Naga City, Philippines on June 14th, according to Viral Press. The moment happened above a mass gathering near the Basilica Minore of Our Lady of Peñafrancia. “Earlier that morning, the skies were dark and heavy. It looked like it was about to rain any moment. But as the mass progressed, the weather held back. Then came a powerful moment,” said one attendee, according to the outlet. So cool. Video: Reuters Connect

A 6% informal vote (>9% in NSW) shows how disengaged voters were with the most uninspiring Election campaign in decades. There won't be any profound changes to come from this one @abcnews but hopefully next time will be an actual contest

And that’s why this country will never be taken seriously from now on for generations. Official White House account just reposted this.😳

Our story on the front page A cynical vote grab calling healthcare free. Bulk billing everyone = a promise that can’t be fulfilled We need reform not cheap political stunts Patients have complex needs which quick medicine =/= fix @RACGPPresident @ama_media @amapresident