Tell 'em Messi still doing it 20 years later 🔥

Rachel Robinson at 103 💙

Uecker's smiling! 😁⚾

In 1960, David Latimer planted a spiderwort sprout inside of a large glass jar, added a quarter pint of water, and then sealed it shut. He opened the bottle for the first time only 12 years later, in 1972, to add some water and then sealed it for good. The self-contained ecosystem flourished for more than 60 years as a perfectly balanced garden and self-sufficient ecosystem. The bacteria in the compost ate the dead plants and broke down the oxygen released, turning it into carbon dioxide, essentially forming a microcosm of Earth.

A wholesome moment between @TomBrady and his daughter

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! President Trump turns 80 today. The nation's 45th and 47th president celebrates a milestone birthday as the country prepares to commemorate America's 250th anniversary.

There’s a fitting irony in the fact that President Donald J. Trump was born on June 14th. On this day in 1777, the Continental Congress adopted the design of the first American flag: the enduring symbol of our nation’s FREEDOM, COURAGE, and PROMISE. Generations later, that date would become known as Flag Day, first recognized nationally by President Woodrow Wilson in 1916 and officially established by President Harry Truman in 1949. As someone who wore the uniform and fought beneath that flag, I understand what it represents. It is more than cloth and colors. It is sacrifice, opportunity, excellence, and the enduring belief that America remains the greatest force for freedom the world has ever known. In my lifetime, I have never seen a Commander-in-Chief display a deeper love for this country or a fiercer commitment to defending its people, values, and future than President Trump. 45 and 47. One of one. To our leader, our President, and I am proud to say, my friend.. Happy Birthday. And to the GREATEST flag ever flown and the nation it represents: Happy Flag Day. 🇺🇸

🚨🚨POWERFUL🚨🚨 #Knicks star Josh Hart gave ALL GLORY TO GOD after winning the #NBA finals tonight. “First of all glory to God…” Hart is a devout Christian who proudly identifies as a “Follower of Christ.” What a powerful moment on the biggest stage.

My biggest mistake in the last recruiting cycle was ranking Joaquim Boumtje-Boumtje #2 overall. There's no doubt that he should be #1. It's unfair to the rest of the ACC that Duke will have the versatile 17 year old for at least 2 years. The rich keep getting richer

🇺🇸 That’s Winning: Tom Brady Shows Class at Son’s Graduation With Ex Tom Brady reunited with his ex-girlfriend Bridget Moynahan on Friday, June 12, 2026 at Riverdale Country School in the Bronx, New York, to celebrate their son Jack’s high school graduation — putting family first, 19 years after their split. Watching your son walk across that stage, surrounded by love from both parents? That’s real success. Proud dad, strong co-parenting, and a great example of putting the kids above everything else. Congrats, Jack — and hats off to Tom for leading with grace and love. Family wins! ❤️ (Video: AI)

Finals MVP Jalen Brunson. Dude dropped 45pts in championship clincher.

I want to introduce you to Steve. He’s 83. His wife died a few months ago and he comes to this lodge in Spring Mill, Indiana and draws. He taught art in Terre Haute, IN his whole life. He also did courtroom sketches in court cases. In the comments I’ll share some pics from his sketchbook. He was excited when I said I was going to share his sketches with the world.

Steven Spielberg says his new film “Disclosure Day” will leave Christians questioning their faith in God. No it won’t. Because once you’ve been touched by His hand as I have knowingly been many times, nothing can shake that faith. Here’s what happened: Back in 2015, I had a mini-stroke in my sleep. I didn’t know it until I woke up, but I distinctly remembered God talking to me and saying “turn your life around and I will give you all the things you want.” When I woke up, I had lost the use of my right hand - but I was still alive. 3 days later, I had my hand back and I never touched another man again. Next, somebody gave me a job ghost-writing political content for republican candidates. I wrote their Twitter accounts and their solicitation emails. My bank account grew and I started to travel and see the world. I made all kinds of new friends and my client base increased. One of them told me I was so good, I should start my own Twitter account. I did…and here I am. So no, Stevie, nothing you say, do, or make will shake my faith in God. He’s kept every promise he ever made to me, and I’ll never stop trusting Him. Thanx be to God for allowing me to see this day and this life.

Hey Jasmine… Black pilot here. I think you missed the plot. Then again, that’s becoming a pattern. I graduated from West Point. I went through Army flight school. I learned to fly the AH-64 Apache. I deployed to combat and flew 55 combat missions over Baghdad. Nobody handed me a cockpit because of my skin color. Nobody lowered the standards for me. Nobody looked at me and said, “Let’s check a diversity box.” That’s what people like you don’t seem to understand. Suggesting that Black pilots, Black engineers, Black doctors, or Black leaders need special preferences to succeed is not empowering, it’s insulting. I didn’t want a different standard. I wanted the same standard. And when you’re flying into combat, the American people don’t care what race the pilot is. They care whether the pilot is qualified. Merit isn’t racist. Excellence isn’t discriminatory. And reducing every achievement to skin color says far more about your worldview than it does about mine.

Ken Griffey Jr. and his statue

Congratulations to linebacker Carson Schwesinger and other Cleveland @Browns players who were baptized as a public expression of their faith in Jesus Christ this weekend! foxnews.com/outkick-sports/c…

Our family is taking a trip through Greece and Lauren and I just had the most amazing journey-trading the steps of the Apostle Paul from Athens to Corinth to share the gospel. Unbelievable history and scenery.🙏🏽

To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ. I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones. I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them. One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.” It knocked me back. I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?” I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running. That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there. I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there. I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace. People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version. I'll tell you why. Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him. I'm here to tell him: that's a lie. In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after. The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are. You just have to stop running.