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This is my favourite photo taken by Artemis II so far.

Is anyone out there still alive who remembers watching or going to a KC/Omaha Kings NBA game?

Happiness is sitting front row on the dugout with a bag of popcorn twice the size of your head.

A wonderful perspective about our home on Earth

I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Take a moment and listen to this 81 second response from Victor Glover after being asked if he had any thoughts leading up to Easter. I don’t quite think it can be overstated how perfect this crew is for the job.

You just can't beat "Gathering Crowds", the classic closing theme song to "This Week In #Baseball"! (April 1987) #MLB #TWIB #SaturdayMorning

Victor Glover failed an engineering class his sophomore year of college. His dad talked him out of joining the Navy SEALs and told him an engineering degree and pilot wings might make him an astronaut someday. Right now Glover is somewhere between the Earth and the Moon. He grew up in Pomona, California. Played quarterback in high school, wrestled well enough to place sixth at the state championship, won Athlete of the Year. Went to Cal Poly for engineering and played both sports at the college level. He got his Navy wings in 2001 and started flying F/A-18 fighter jets off aircraft carriers. His squadron deployed on the USS John F. Kennedy to fight in Iraq, the carrier’s final deployment ever. Twenty-four combat missions. His commanding officer gave him the callsign “Ike,” short for “I Know Everything.” He became a test pilot at Edwards Air Force Base and over his career flew more than 40 types of aircraft, 3,000 hours in the air, everything from a Korean War-era Soviet MiG-15 to the Goodyear blimp. More than 400 landings on a moving carrier deck. He earned three master’s degrees in three years. He once told Cal Poly’s president that the hardest thing he ever chose to do was walk in space. The second hardest was wrestling practice. He applied to NASA in 2009 and got rejected. Applied again in 2013 while working in the U.S. Senate for John McCain. NASA’s head of flight crew operations called him. He missed the call. Frantically dialed back. Eight people got in that year out of more than 6,000 applicants. NASA put him in the pilot seat for the first operational SpaceX Crew Dragon flight in 2020. He spent 168 days on the International Space Station and walked in space four times. Last June he went back to Cal Poly to accept an honorary doctorate. His wife Dionna and their oldest daughter Genesis both walked across the stage at the same ceremony to pick up their own degrees. Three days ago Glover launched from Kennedy Space Center. The crew will fly past the far side of the Moon on Monday and travel about 252,000 miles from home, breaking a distance record that Apollo 13 set fifty-six years ago. They come back at roughly 25,000 mph. He has four daughters. His callsign is still Ike.

Best way to cook spaghetti

Happy heavenly birthday to Fred “The Fox” Snowden, the first African-American head basketball coach at a major college program when Arizona hired him in 1972. He paved the way for Lute Olson, Sean Miller and Tommy Lloyd by turning Arizona into more of a national program, especially from a recruiting perspective. @snowdenhoops

Happy birthday to Herb Alpert, 91 today!

Tomorrow's tornado threat runs from Oklahoma into eastern Kansas and western Missouri. Rotating storms are expected to fire along the dryline by late afternoon, and the tornado risk actually increases into the evening as low-level winds ramp up overnight. Low cloud bases make this setup particularly concerning.

I love college basketball so much. This is terrific..

The basebrawl by which all others are measured

WE HAVE OUR FIRST EVER ABS RAGE BAIT EJECTION😭

Baseball is timeless 🧡 What a heartwarming moment for the 109-year-old @Orioles fan!

In honor of "White Men Can't Jump" 34th anniversary today, here's a white man who could jump.

Do yourself a favor and listen to the last 1:30 of @KentPavelka and Jeff Smith #Nebrasketball #Huskers

109-year-old Arthur Green — a World War II and Korean War veteran — threw out the ceremonial first pitch for the Baltimore Orioles on Opening Day. abcnews.link/6p5vBc6

I showed a Trump post to my psychologist friend and asked her to do a proper profile. This was, in retrospect, like asking a vet to look at a particularly diseased badger. She put down her coffee, read it twice, and said: “Right. Where do you want me to start?” The all-caps, she explained, isn’t emphasis. It’s dysregulation. A regulated adult uses punctuation to signal importance. Trump uses volume, because volume is what worked in the room he grew up in. Fred Trump’s household rewarded dominance and punished weakness. Donald learned early that the loudest person wins. He never updated that software. He never updates anything. The man is essentially Windows Vista with a spray tan. “NATO HAS DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.” The word absolutely is doing a lot of work there. Psychologists call this black-and-white thinking, a cognitive pattern strongly associated with narcissistic personality structures. The world is either total loyalty or total betrayal. No middle ground. No nuance. No evidence of a functioning cerebral cortex. “MILITARILY DECIMATED.” She paused on this one. Self-glorification dressed as fact, she said. He has no military background, never served, and has a well-documented terror of illness and physical danger. Bone spurs, famously. Four of them. One per deferment. So he compensates verbally, hard and consistently, because words are his only battlefield and even there he fights like a man wearing oven mitts. “THE U.S.A. NEEDS NOTHING FROM NATO.” The people who most loudly declare their independence, she said, are almost always the most terrified of abandonment. Classic counterdependence. The kid who announces he doesn’t need friends. In the playground. Alone. Eating his lunch next to a bin. The threat with no content, “NEVER FORGET THIS VERY IMPORTANT POINT IN TIME,” she found genuinely fascinating. It has the grammatical structure of consequence without any actual consequence attached. It’s what you say when you want to punish someone but lack both the means and the attention span to follow through. And then the signature. His own name. On his own platform. As if the man might otherwise forget who he is halfway through a sentence, which, to be fair, seems increasingly plausible. She sat back and said: “This is a man who has been pretending to be formidable for so long he can no longer locate the frightened little boy underneath. But he’s still there. He’s always there. TACO is always there. Screaming in capital letters at people who stopped listening years ago.” I paid for the coffee. It was the least I could do. She’s going to need therapy after this. Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

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