Chris Hall

Always be yourself. Unless you can be a viking, then be a viking.

Everyone: Celebrating European players in NCAA, advocating for "Euro-style offenses," arguing to develop players "like in Europe". Me: Submitting my CV with 6 seasons of European head coaching experience + more European clinics/camps. AD/HC: Your experience doesn't seem relevant.

For all change and money that has alrered college sports,seeing guys like McKenna and Martone genuinely care and buy into the college culture, and show heartfelt emotion over it,calling it their best experiences ever in hockey... Thank goodness college sports still has that power

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

“They’re still with me,” says Colin Dorgan, who lost his mother, brother & grandfather in the Lynch Arena shooting. Today he scored the game tying goal in the @RIIL_sports D-II championship game. @wpri12

Today I learned that if the officials don’t show up to an NHL game for whatever reason and nobody can agree on replacements, both teams just … pick a player. The player from the home team acts as referee while the visiting player gets to be a linesman. This is an actual NHL rule

The women’s and men’s USA hockey teams were on SNL last night. It was great. It shows people aren’t perfect and people make mistakes. It also shows grace and realness which, when appropriate, we deeply need. The skit was lead by Connor Storrie, star of the gay hockey TV series Heated Rivalry. It included multiple jokes about the show and digs at the men’s team. “It was gonna be just us, but we thought we'd invite the guys, too,” said women’s captain Hilary Knight. The two mens players, Quinn and Jack Hughes, laughed at themselves multiple times. The President of the United States should never have said what he said. It’s awful. I wish the men’s players wouldn’t have laughed. Period. But in the heat of the moment in that situation when it’s loud and rowdy and you just won gold and the President is on speaker, it’s not going to be a moment of peak discernment around a joke, as distasteful as it was. (Just moments before, the men were chanting “2 for 2” in reference to the women’s team.) Hilary Knight, captain of the women’s team, said this: “I think there's a genuine level of support there and respect. I think that's being overshadowed by a quick lapse. I think the guys were in a tough spot, so I think it's a shame this storyline and narrative has kind of blown up and overshadowing that connection and genuine interest in one another and cheering each other on.” I’ve covered this story and have taken heat from both the left and the right. People can choose what a story like this does for their fandom of athletes, writers, and so on. The men’s players should apologize (many have). Some of the men’s players probably are misogynist pigs and honestly, screw them. And yet I don’t think that’s true for all (or even most), and I don’t think we should forever judge people for laughing at a joke. The broader lesson: as a society we should hold people accountable while also being able to show grace. This doesn’t excuse bad behavior. This doesn’t say we shouldn’t punish bad behavior. But there is a spectrum of bad behavior—and if we are ever to move on from our polarized nightmare we can’t be purists (nobody is perfect) and we’ll need to embrace context and at least a modicum of grace. I want to end by bringing this back to what matters most. Both the Women’s and Men’s hockey teams had extraordinary performances at the Olympics. And beyond just hockey, what the Team USA women athletes did was incredible. They won 67% of our medals. They did it with ferocity and respect. They did it in the face of setbacks and hurdles. They are humble badasses—and that’s probably the biggest American story out of these Games.

10/10 from Connor Storrie, Jack & Quinn Hughes, Hilary Knight and Megan Keller. Nice to see everyone have a laugh together. 👏🇺🇸🥇

BREAKING: The Blizzard of '26 has beaten the Blizzard of '78 for the most snow in one snowstorm. As of 1PM, the Providence area has gotten 32.8" of snow. Obviously this storm will never compare to the impact the '78 storm had on S'rn New England, but this is an impressive storm

If the Second Amendment does not apply to this exact kind of moment, what do people think it is for? A citizen can lawfully carry, see masked federal agents beating someone in public, move toward the scene to help, and then get erased with a hail of bullets because “he had a gun.” That excuse is an insult in a country where possession is legal by design, where the whole point is that the public never becomes a disarmed audience watching state power operate with impunity. I’m not interested in arguing frame-by-frame footage. I’m interested in the principle that a free people cannot accept a standard where lawful carry becomes a death sentence the second authority feels threatened. If that is the standard, then the 2nd Amendment has been reduced to a vibe. The founders did not write it so Republicans could do militia cosplay on weekends.

To be clear about what this depicts: An immigration officer threw a woman onto the ground. Alex Pretti, a registered nurse on scene as a legal observer, is filming and goes to help the woman up. He is then pepper sprayed and thrown to the ground for no discernible reason. Many officer surround and assault him; one removes his firearm, which police say appears to have been legally registered. They then execute him with a hail of bullets. They are, objectively speaking, both cowards and criminals, while Pretti is what we teach people an American ought to be.

YOUR BOSTON RED SOX ARE POSTSEASON BOUND!

YOU CANNOT STOP HIM!!!

Coach, thank you for everything you have done for hockey, for Notre Dame, and for me. The world is a better place because of you.

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓷𝓮 ☘️ 601 Division I career wins ☘️ Winningest coach in Irish hockey history ☘️ 42 alumni in the NHL ☘️ 18 NCAA Tournaments ☘️ 7 Frozen Fours ☘️ 5 Academic All-Americans ☘️ 2-time Spencer Penrose Award winner Thank you, Coach Jackson 💚

A legend in the sport ☘️ #GoIrish

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Congrats old friend! #goalienation

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@chall4431 Congrats Chris !!

A great place to be and a great place to build. Can’t wait to get started!

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Congratulations Chris!

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@chall4431 Congrats buddy

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