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St. John’s HC Rick Pitino on having to play the number one overall seed, Duke, in the Sweet Sixteen: “I told my players it’s either kill or be killed. For practice yesterday, we dug graves. It’s up to the players now to decide who will be placed in those graves.”

.@JamesTalarico: The most revolutionary teaching in my religion is the teaching to love your enemy. If you’re going to stand up to entrenched power, you're going to get some opponents — but the revolutionary part is that you are called to love your enemies just as you love yourself. I try and fail every day in the legislature to see my opponents as children of God. You really only love God as much as you love the person you love the least. The test of Christianity is not do you love Jesus, because Jesus is pretty lovable. The test is, do you love Judas? That is radical, and I think that is the key to saving this whole American experiment.

Kenny Dillingham said one of the reasons why ASU recruited freshman RB Cardae Mack was because of his abilities as a QB and RB in high school. Dillingham went on to say that he loves recruiting athletes who can play multiple sports, especially basketball. "I love guys who play basketball. Not the shooters, I like guys who get to the hoop, body up a little bit... That's what we look for when we look at other sports: Does the skill set in your other sport translate to football?" @DevilsDigest

Source: Oregon State's Justin Joyner has hired West Valley College head coach Danny Yoshikawa as Associate Head Coach.

🏆: IT’S OFFICIAL - Head Coach Bryan Rooney has been named the NABC Division II National Coach of the Year. At 33-0, Rooney has lead the Pioneers to the most historic year in program history. Official release in BIO. Congratulations , Coach! #bEBold | #ncaadii | #nabc

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We have to let our kids work through their problems. There are two kinds of parents. One prepares the path for the child, and the other prepares the child for the path.

🏆: @eastbaymbb Head Coach Bryan Rooney has been named NABC All-District Coach of the Year for his outstanding leadership throughout the '25-'26 season. Congratulations @CoachBRooney #bEBold | #ncaadii

If you’re a parent and you think — spending on kids sports is out of control — you’re not wrong. Look at spending on youth sports since 2019. Graphic via @wsj.

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

“When you allow your children to grow up it’s a direct, direct reflection of your parenting. If you hover over them all the time and they can’t work through problems, they’re going to have some issues. You’ve got to let them work through problems because they’re working through the things you’ve instilled in them,” Dawn Staley Let them learn.

Jim Tressel said, "The root of all evil in life is selfishness." Everything else falls apart without this foundation. When you're selfless, you put the team first and look to serve others. It means thinking beyond yourself and believing in something bigger than yourself.

Perhaps one of the best references I’ve ever received on a job candidate. Good to go.

There are two types of athletes: 1) 😡“I have to lift weights” 🥱“I have to wake up early” 🙄“I have to go to practice” 2) 💪“I GET TO lift weights” 😤“I GET TO wake up early” 🤩“I GET TO go to practice” The 2nd will always outperform the 1st!

My grandfather told me this: You'll achieve much more by being consistently reliable than by being occasionally extraordinary. Damn was he right. Showing up is the key to life. You can never bet against the person who just keeps showing up.

The #1 thing I hope every player takes away from the World Baseball Classic: You play better & have more fun when you play for something bigger than yourself. Find a “why” bigger than you.

Seventeen athletes from Stevenson make college commitments in sports trib.al/Ji6PkYl

The greatest leaders I’ve been around were all able to say…”I don’t know the answer, but I’ll figure it out”. Too many leaders have to be the “smartest” in the room at all times, and that’s just not always the case….humility wins. Always. #WordsofChizdom

Get your boys into football and watch the transformation! Football uniquely challenges boys in ways that boys need but rarely get in today’s society. We need football because it provides an environment where boys can become young men, and young men can become grown men.

Call me old fashioned, but I think showing up is the key to life. Show up when it’s hard. Show up when no one’s watching. Show up when you don't feel like it. Show up when the rewards are uncertain. Show up. You can never bet against the person who just keeps showing up.