Gary Kolanda

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Alex Cora will be standing in the unemployment line tomorrow.

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In August 2020 at Custer State Park, South Dakota, a woman got too close to a bison herd while trying to approach a calf. A protective adult bison charged her, hooked her jeans with its horn, dragged and tossed her across the road, and knocked her unconscious. Her pants eventually came off, causing her to fall to the ground as the bison returned to the herd. She suffered injuries but survived. Bison are wild, powerful animals that can weigh over 2,000 pounds and run up to 35 mph. They are especially dangerous when protecting calves and can attack without warning. National and state parks strongly advise keeping at least 25 yards (about 75 feet) away from bison and other large wildlife at all times. Never approach for photos or a closer look — especially around herds with young. Wild animals deserve respect and space. Their instincts are unpredictable, and close encounters like this can end in serious injury or worse. Stay safe. Keep your distance. Wildlife is best observed from afar.

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Never has someone been more right than Geno. The way the NCAA runs the women’s tournament is shameful.

Welcome home, Gerry McNamara! 🍊 He helped define Syracuse Basketball, now he leads it into a new era. 📰 bit.ly/4sZKvsF

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If what he is saying is true, this makes sense given Gabbard's character. Lev Parnas: "Folks, I’m going to be very direct with you. What I’m hearing from my sources right now is serious — and if it plays out, it will send shockwaves through Washington. Tulsi Gabbard is actively considering resigning as DNI. This comes on the heels of Joe Kent’s resignation — where he made it clear there was no imminent threat from Iran — and what we are now seeing is not coincidence. It’s a fracture inside Trump’s intelligence and national security circle that is getting harder and harder to contain. Let me explain what’s really going on. Over the last two days, during her testimony before Congress, Gabbard made something very clear — without saying it outright. She never once expressed support for Donald Trump’s decisions. Instead, she carefully walked a legal line, repeatedly affirming that the President has the right to make decisions, while stopping short of saying she agrees with those decisions. That’s not loyalty. That’s distance. At the same time, Joe Kent publicly undercut the administration’s position, saying there was no imminent threat — and then resigned. When you have senior figures breaking from the same messaging — especially on something as sensitive as Iran — that’s not policy disagreement… that’s a rift. Now here’s what I’m being told that the media is NOT reporting. Trump is concerned. And he should be. Because Tulsi Gabbard isn’t just another cabinet official. She has been deeply involved behind the scenes in Trump’s election strategy infrastructure — working on so-called “election reform” initiatives in states like Georgia and Arizona, and tied into broader efforts around foreign interference narratives, including Venezuela, that could be used as leverage politically. That’s not a small role. That’s central to the operation. And now — she’s pulling away. That’s why this is creating panic internally. And it gets even more complicated. Inside Trump’s inner circle right now, I’m hearing there are two camps forming: Those who want Gabbard out immediately And those who are trying to keep her in place at all costs But let me be very clear here — Trump and his inner circle are doing everything possible to keep her from leaving. Because this isn’t just about optics. This is about timing. With the midterms approaching, the last thing Trump can afford is a high-profile fracture like this — especially from someone as deeply embedded in his national security and election infrastructure as Tulsi Gabbard. They know if she walks now, it doesn’t just create headlines — it creates exposure. And at the same time, the pressure is building from all sides. The Tucker Carlson fractures, the Laura Loomer wing, and other voices inside the MAGA ecosystem are pulling in different directions — turning what was once a controlled operation into internal chaos. That pressure is spilling directly into the White House. And it’s becoming harder and harder to contain. Because they also know what happens next if she leaves. Tucker Carlson. Independent platforms. Uncontrolled conversations. Places where she can speak freely — and where the narrative can’t be managed. And that’s the real fear. At the same time, there are major shifts happening inside the White House itself. As I’ve been telling you: Susie Wiles is on her way out Stephen Miller is now effectively taking over, acting as chief of staff And I’m hearing Alina Habba may be stepping into a larger role This is a power struggle unfolding in real time — and nobody in mainstream media is connecting these dots for you. While this internal chaos is unfolding: Gas prices are climbing. Wars are expanding. Economic pressure is building on everyday Americans. And where is the leadership? ------- By Lev Parnas

Sources: Syracuse is working to finalize a deal to hire Siena coach Gerry McNamara as the school’s next head coach, per me and @jeffborzello. McNamara won a national championship as a player at Syracuse and led Siena to the NCAA Tournament this year.

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

Today I$rael tried to kill me in a targeted airstrike in southern Lebanon as I was reporting on was the targeting of bridges and the forced displacement of 1 million people, an ethnic cleansing operation on a larger scale than the Nakba I have absolutely no doubt that this was deliberate. Despite claims there were no warnings ahead of the strike and no notifications sent to the Lebanese Army who allowed us to film As we have seen in Gaza they want to silence journalists who document and report their war crimes It is the western powers who provide political and military support for I$rael, arming it to the teeth to carry out genocide in Gaza and ethnic cleansing here in Lebanon. They are not simply complicit, but active participants and should be held accountable for their actions. But if I$rael thinks today’s strike will silence us and keep us out of the field they are very, very mistaken

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Please take a little time out of your day to listen to @miketirico discuss Syracuse.

@JeffPassan DR’s failure to deliver a key hit with RISP in the 5th & 6th innings was more critical than the blown call in the 9th. Juan Soto’s inability to deliver in key situations was also a fault.

"100% it was a ball." The spectacular USA-Dominican Republic WBC semifinal game was marred by blown calls -- including one that ended the game. I spoke with Geraldo Perdomo, Juan Soto and DR GM Nelson Cruz about it. Here's what they said, free at ESPN: espn.com/mlb/story/_/id…

@RyanGarciaESM DR’s failure to deliver a key hit with RISP in the 5th & 6th innings was more critical than the blown call in the 9th. Juan Soto’s inability to deliver in key situations was also a fault. The game never comes down to one pitch or play.

We just cannot buy a RISP hit right now

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Reverend Jesse Jackson called on each of us to be heralds of change, to be messengers of hope; to step forward and say “Send me” wherever we have a chance to make an impact. How fortunate we were that Jesse Jackson answered that call. What a great debt we owe to him.