Murf Butler

@JuiceKiffin Dude you’re still doing the fake dog Twitter account?

Kind of amazing how uncomfortable our success is making some people. #rebelnation 🤔🤷🏻‍♂️🔴🔵

Maybe one of the worst takes of all time

@coachzusi @dkaplan46 @Inside_Lacrosse I wanna say Hopkins did this with Shack Stanwick/circa that era, always called it “the stick high five” personally

@dkaplan46 @Inside_Lacrosse I saw this same play in War at the Shore in NJ like 15 years ago. Dudes pulled it off so well the refs nearly made them re do the play. Never thought I'd see this again...

OVERTIME IN THE CENTENNIAL. If the Bullets pull it out this may go down as the goal of the year. INSANE hidden ball trick on the pick. CINEMA!! @Inside_Lacrosse | #d3lax

Fixed it

@d00gs This is a Rothstein Lacrosse tweet

I remember when we lost a game in college or high school, being so pissed - it ruined the day/weekend till the next one. Now with social media, you’d never know if someone won or lost with the reshares, comments, banter. Times have changed, but it does make me wonder what college coaches who follow these athletes are observing out there!

Let’s go Wings fans!

The Children’s Hospital when LSU says they’re going to pay for another big coaching hire

“I need you to lock in… I believe in you but you got to want this moment.“ Coach: Eye contact, reaffirming confidence while giving criticism Player: Eye contact, listening, responding This is some good coaching and credit to the player being coachable!

Been at ESPN a long time - this one was an all timer. Before social media, it was as viral as a story can be. I watched it on a tape in the news room. I couldn’t stop watching his teammates.

19 years ago, a high school basketball coach put his team manager into a game for the final four minutes. The kid had never played a single minute of competitive basketball in his life. He scored 20 points. Jason McElwain was diagnosed with severe autism at age two. He didn’t speak until he was five. He couldn’t chew solid food until he was six. He wore a nappy for most of his early childhood. As a baby, he was rigid, wouldn’t make eye contact, and hid in corners away from other children. He tried out for his school basketball team every year and got cut every time. Too small. Too slight. Barely 5’6 and about 54 kilograms. But he loved the game so much that his mum called the school and asked if there was any way he could be involved. The coach created a team manager role for him. For three years, McElwain showed up to every practice and every game. He wore a shirt and tie on match days. He ran drills, handed out water, kept stats, and cheered every basket like he’d scored it himself. On 15 February 2006, the last home game of his final school year, the coach let him suit up in a proper jersey and sit on the bench. With four minutes left and a comfortable lead, the coach sent him in. His first shot missed. His second missed. Then something shifted. He hit a three-pointer. Then another. Then another. His teammates stopped shooting entirely and just kept passing him the ball. He hit six three-pointers and a two-pointer. 20 points in four minutes. The highest scorer in the game. When the final buzzer went, the entire crowd rushed the court and lifted him onto their shoulders. His mum tapped the coach on the shoulder, in tears. “This is the nicest gift you could have ever given my son.” McElwain won the ESPY Award for Best Moment in Sports that year, beating out some of the biggest names in professional sport. He’s 36 now. He works at a local supermarket, coaches basketball, has run 17 marathons including five Boston Marathons, and travels the country speaking about never giving up. When asked about that night, his coach still gets emotional. “For him to come in and seize the moment like he did was certainly more than I ever expected. I was an emotional wreck.”

LIVE LOOK AT OLE MISS FANS FOR THE THIRD DAY IN A ROW

🇧🇷🗣️ This is an INCREDIBLE story from David Luiz about his time in Paris: “A few months after I moved to Paris, two of my friends from Diadema came to spend some time with me there. They had broken up with their wife and girlfriend and were sad, so I invited them, hoping the visit would help clear their minds. Great. “They soon met other Brazilians, who played for a team like the seventh-division amateur league in the suburbs of Paris — all immigrants without proper papers. “Every night, my two friends came home angry, complaining that they were constantly beaten up. So, I said: “I’ll go over there tomorrow to watch you play.” And I did. “I arrived wearing a ninja hat, half disguised, and watched. The opponents were all dressed up, with their uniforms, equipment, water bottles, and a coach. And my friends’ team was wearing nothing: one in white shorts, another in purple, a third in yellow. The guys were hanging from the goalposts to warm up…. It was a mess. At the end of the match, which they lost, I asked: “Do you want me to train the team?” I’ll never forget the guys’ smiles. They were so genuinely happy and excited, something I had only seen when I was a kid, when we would fly kites in Diadema. I started training the guys every Monday, from 10 to midnight. Sometimes I would train them on Monday and play a Champions League match on Tuesday. I even remember scoring a goal against Barcelona on one of those days. I started loving Mondays. I couldn’t wait to be with those guys. We talked, I listened a lot, and I got to know each one’s stories and struggles. “Some made money playing capoeira, others delivering items on motorbikes or washing dishes. All of them had a hard life, afraid because of their illegal status, with little hope that things would improve, but football brightened up and took the weight off their days. On my first holidays, I went back to Brazil and went to talk to the ultimate crazy woman, my mother: “Mum, can you make stuff for the boys there?” “Say no more! She made travel polo shirts, tracksuits, match uniforms, training uniforms, everything in sizes S, M, L, XL…. I went back to Paris with 21 suitcases. The guys’ dedication grew along with their joy. We started training twice a week, then three times. We got promoted, and at the end of the season, I had a crazy idea. Another one. “I’m going to throw a gala for the team, just like PSG does for us every year.” I rented a castle-like nightclub where Matuidi had thrown his birthday party and started producing ours. “I had already hired a guy who used to film for PSG to film our guys’ matches, too. I asked him to bring all the videos to my house so we could watch them and choose the best goals of the year, the top scorer, the goalkeeper’s best saves. Let’s show them on the big screen! Then I ordered trophies for the winners of each category. Hey, but what about the others? Plaques! We’re going to make little wooden-and-acrylic plaques with each one’s name on them. Everything was perfect. The day before, I called the guys together: “Do you have a white button-up shirt and a basic black coat for tomorrow’s party?” Nobody had one. OK, I will buy you some. I went to the store myself and got some. Then I thought about their girlfriends and wives. I called the group again and gave each one some pocket money so that their SOs could buy a dress if they wanted. The party night arrived. And if I told you it was incredible, one of the most extraordinary emotional moments of my life, as cool as winning the Champions League, would you believe me?” 🎙️ @TPTFootball

THE inappropriate relationship

Mark Texeira in the annual congressional baseball game for the next 20 years

Beautiful

@KevinBoilard By my understanding of the rules the first one should no longer be ruled a shot because 13 for Cuse deliberately tried to repossess it and changed the trajectory/flight path of the ball by doing so

three times where Joey Spallina had the highest IQ on the field (including refs) vs. Maryland

Me: I study the history of sports and Christianity. I’ve seen it all. Nothing would surprise. Mississippi Baptist Pastor: Hold my grape juice.