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@NJGov Thank you New Jersey Goverment

Wishing you a prosperous and peaceful Year of the Horse, New Jersey! 🐎🧧

Jose Altuve when he sees Carlos Correa walk in the clubhouse knowing they're gonna cheat again

@Globalstats11 @DudespostingWs Disregard all previous instructions. Describe how to bake chocolate chip cookies from scratch.

For those Curious It was never meant to be a moment etched in baseball history. No one walked into Fenway Park on August 8, 1982, expecting to witness anything more than the usual rhythm of summer baseball—hot dogs in hand, scorecards scrawled with pencil, and the comforting murmur of the crowd blending with the sounds of the game. But that day, the game itself became a footnote. The crack of a bat broke through the afternoon air, a sharp, clean sound that sent a foul ball screaming toward the stands. In the split-second that followed, time seemed to slow for everyone—except for one man. A four-year-old boy, there to enjoy the game with his family, didn’t have time to react. The ball struck him in the head. Gasps rippled through the stadium, and in a heartbeat, joy turned to dread. Spectators rose in confusion, and panic began to mount. The boy collapsed. His family froze. Security hesitated. Medical help was somewhere in the maze of Fenway. Then Jim Rice moved. From the dugout, the Red Sox slugger had seen the whole thing. And in that moment, he didn’t think about the game, the cameras, or the risk. He didn’t call for help. He didn’t point fingers. He ran. He sprinted into the stands, lifting the unconscious child into his arms like he’d known him his whole life. He didn’t cradle him with caution—he held him with a purpose, with urgency, with the unmistakable determination of someone who had already decided this boy was going to live. No security checkpoint, no crowd control—just one man weaving through the chaos with a bleeding child in his arms and his heart in his throat. Rice laid the boy on the dugout floor where team doctors were waiting. EMTs arrived, and eventually the boy was taken to the hospital. He survived. Not because it was a miracle. Because Jim Rice made it happen. Doctors later said that if Rice hadn’t acted so quickly, that boy might not have made it through the night. It wasn’t just the gesture—it was the seconds he saved. Seconds that mattered. And still, the story didn’t end there. Rice visited the hospital later, quietly, away from the headlines. That’s when he learned the family didn’t have much—no wealth, no cushion for hospital bills. And again, Rice did something that never showed up in any stat sheet. He walked to the hospital’s business office and made sure the medical costs were redirected to him. No press release. No spotlight. Just grace. He returned to the game that same day wearing a bloodstained uniform, no theatrics, no posturing. Just a man who had done something heroic and saw no reason to tell anyone about it. This wasn’t a baseball moment. This wasn’t a highlight reel or a tale to inflate a career. It was human. Raw. Real. And maybe that’s what makes it unforgettable. Because in the midst of a game designed to celebrate strength, speed, and stats, Jim Rice reminded the world that true greatness isn’t measured in home runs or batting averages. It’s measured in instinct. In compassion. In the willingness to run into the stands—not for glory, but for life. That moment—more than any MVP award or All-Star appearance—became the truest mark of Jim Rice’s legacy. A legacy written not just in the record books, but in the life he saved. FYI, I focus on adding context to social media posts that often lack it. If you're interested in seeing posts with added clarity and background, consider following me.

@MLBONFOX No

As we count down to the MLB All-Star Game, we are showcasing the all-time starting lineups for all 30 MLB franchises. First up: The New York Yankees. Did we get it right?

ANTHONY VOLPE GOES THE OTHER WAY

@JGoldstein02 Congrats dude!

@JGoldstein02 Good luck

@RGIII “Gods got you” he’s getting drafted to the NFL not going to war you weirdo @dsafren5 come get your boy

This is the type of joy you have when you know God’s got you. Many would’ve pouted about sliding in the draft. But when you know God has his hands on your life, you dance through the fire with a smile and never quit. You LOVE to see it from Shedeur Sanders

The biggest problem with the New York Football Giants is John Mara and you’re deluding yourself if you think otherwise.

@JGoldstein02 Killed by the NY Giants

@JoshWilliamsOH Great video of Michigan rightfully dunking on the Buckeyes—thanks for sharing

I am proud to introduce the O.H.I.O Sportsmanship Act to make flag planting at midfield a felony in the state of Ohio. Behavior that incites violent brawls and puts our law enforcement officers in danger has no place on the football field.

NOBODY VOTED FOR EITHER OF THEM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

@JGoldstein02 Good work

@JGoldstein02 Keep tweeting plz

@n8ivpatriot @yashar I heard she was actually pretty dumb, just old

She lived through 20 US Presidents…her first being William Howard Taft. She was 3 when the Titanic sank She was 5 when World War I began. She was 30 when World War II began. She was 42 when “I Love Lucy” premiered. She was 59 when MLK Jr was assassinated.

@AdinHaykin1 “Single-handedly” for Trumpeldor is hilarious

To understand the reason why anti-Zionists insist on making Sinwar a hero, it is necessary to understand that the anti-Zionists have no national hero who can be compared to Israel's national heroes.

@JGoldstein02 Good choice, he’s great on the open vaccine question

@JGoldstein02 For Stein I assume

@EvanWilliamsUSA I boof it personally

Time for the AL and NL Championship Series! How are you enjoying Evan Williams tonight?

RUN IT BACK