I have a book coming out on Dec. 1 about a remarkable man, Father Emil Kapaun, a Medal of Honor winner and would-be Catholic saint. Yes, far from my usual fields of play.

Not quite Elon Musk money, bettors are trying to bet @FIFAWorldCup to historic levels nytimes.com/2026/06/12/busin…

nytimes.com/2026/06/09/nyreg… @DavidWaldstein with a poignant story about Earl the Pearl

Sure, 4K is nice, but there was nothing like sitting two inches away from one of these sweet bastards while your mother predicted you’d be as blind as Ray Charles by the following Thursday.

Nice piece here.

A daily morning ritual. The kids today will never understand 🔥

One thing that’s been lost culturally is the satisfaction of hanging up on someone. You’d slam this fucker down and if you were mad enough you might even get a little “ding” from the ringer. Trust me when I say it felt fucking great.

@joedrape is an amazing writer. His book Our Boys on my hometown is a @nytimesbooks best seller. This week after a meeting in Hutchinson KS I stopped by Pilsen KS to visit the Fr.Emil Kapaun memorial. Joes book on Kapaun’s bravery and sacrifice led me to this place. 🙏✝️🇺🇸 Memorial Day!

As evidenced by the unbridled promotion and implementation of technology at the expense of human dignity, we are truly experiencing an eclipse of the sense of what it means to be human. It is imperative to recover an understanding of the true meaning and grandeur of humanity as intended by God. It is in this sense that the challenge we currently face is not technological, but anthropological, and it is my hope that the Encyclical Letter to be published within a few days will contribute to answering this challenge.

Shout out to the guy on the porch who watched this entire scenario unfold and just sat there.

There’s no nasty movement like nasty Wiffle Ball movement. Some absolute filth here …

And I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt either … 👉 super70ssportsstore.com/prod…

Close your eyes and you will hear the sound of natural selection …

Schlitz beer discontinued after 177 years wgntv.com/news/chicago-news/…

“Mr. Namath, we’ve been expecting you. I’m Mr. Roarke. Welcome to Fantasy Island!” “Thanks, I like your dwarf. When do I get to kiss Suzy Kolber?”

When I was a college student, I once addressed a professor as “Mister” and he condescendingly tut-tutted me and said “Doctor.” Hey, listen, unless you can save someone’s life or you’re Julius Erving, you can settle the fuck down with that energy.

White Abarrio is exactly what racing – and racing fans – dream about: toughness, class, and durability. With 26 total starts and an unprecedented 16 appearances at the Grade 1 level, he keeps showing up where the lights are brightest and the competition is deepest. In an era when many stars disappear early to the breeding shed, White Abarrio is still out there doing the hard work for the sport, giving fans a reason to tune in and show up. Every start adds another chapter to a resume built on consistency, durability, and a will to compete against the very best. The story is far from finished, with a blockbuster campaign still ahead: Stephen Foster (G1), Whitney Stakes (G1), Breeders’ Cup Classic (G1), and Pegasus World Cup (G1) all circled on the calendar. For racing fans, that means four more chances – at the very top level – to watch one of the game’s toughest runners keep writing his own legacy.

Always remember: it’s not officially Mother’s Day until Mr. T has blessed us with song.

Super Sky Point to Bobby Cox, who piloted the Braves to 14 division titles and a World Series triumph. Perhaps most impressively, he was ejected 161 times during his Hall of Fame career. That’s an entire season of righteous anger. Tell St. Peter to watch balls and strikes. #RIP

I miss “The Professor” John Clayton. That may be random but let’s give him some love. Guy was a total pro.

Super Sky Point to Ted Turner, who pulled arguably the all-time greatest narcissistic team owner move ever in 1977 when he got fed up and just named himself the Braves’ manager. Career record: 0-1. Tell St. Peter you’ll be there at :05 after the hour, big guy. #RIP