Jesse Mitchell

@Hoopss @BallTalkO Kobe and Shai would be a GREAT matchup as similar as their styles are. Chet, however… Mmmmmmm, boy…😬😳 Youngster, you’re talkin’ bout a cat nicknamed THE DIESEL for a reason. Lord. Have. Mercy. Love the confidence, though…

Chet Holmgren reportedly believes that he and Shai Gilgeous-Alexander could cook Kobe Bryant and Shaquille O’Neal in a two-on-two matchup, even in a seven-game series against their championship versions. Holmgren expressed confidence in their modern playstyle, saying their spacing, versatility, and skill set would allow them to compete against one of the most dominant duos in NBA history.

@Hot_Pepper76 Isn’t it amazing how we can recall exactly where we were when we heard an amazing song?

Heard this for the first time in the wee early hours, and it stuck right away. Love the intro. The Hollies, "Bus Stop" (1966) A rainy bus stop meeting turns into a love story. Hit No. 5. Who remembers this one?x.com/calmalgodown/s…

@gpatterson828 Man that sax at the end…👌🏻

On Christmas Eve 1975, two high school sweethearts ran into each other buying groceries. What happened next became the most heartbreaking holiday song ever written. His name was Dan Fogelberg. He'd grown up in Peoria, Illinois, the son of a musician and bandleader. After graduating from Woodruff High School in 1969, Dan left for Colorado to chase a dream of making music. He was talented, driven, and deeply romantic in the way only songwriters can be. Back in Peoria, a girl named Jill Anderson had been part of that same graduating class. She and Dan had dated on and off through high school. He used to write poetry and share it with her. He called her "Sweet Jilleen Green Eyes"—a nickname he made up by twisting a Crosby, Stills and Nash song title. After graduation, they went to different colleges and drifted apart the way young people do. She married, moved to Chicago, and became a flight attendant for TWA. He headed west and started building a music career. Their lives moved in completely different directions. Neither had spoken to the other in years. Then came Christmas Eve, 1975. Dan was home visiting his family for the holidays. His parents wanted to make Irish coffees, so they sent him out to find whipping cream. A few blocks away, Jill was also home visiting her family. Her mother asked her to run out and pick up eggnog. It was late on Christmas Eve. Almost everything was closed. The only store still open was a small convenience store at the top of Abington Hill, at the corner of Frye Avenue and Prospect Road. They both ended up there at the same time. Jill didn't recognize him at first. When she did, she went to hug him and spilled her entire purse across the floor. They laughed until they cried. Standing in that tiny store on the coldest night of the year, they were suddenly nineteen again—back in the hallways of Woodruff High, back before life had pulled them in opposite directions. They wanted to sit down somewhere and talk, so they tried to find a bar. But nothing was open. It was Christmas Eve. So they did the only thing they could. They bought a six-pack of beer, climbed into her car, and sat in the parking lot for two hours in the freezing cold, catching up on six years of living. They talked about everything. Her marriage. His music. The distance between who they used to be and who they'd become. She told him things about her life. He told her things about his. They toasted old memories and tried to make sense of new ones. And when the beer was gone and the words ran out, she gave him a kiss as he got out of the car. He stood in the cold and watched her drive away into the falling snow. That was it. No dramatic promises. No plans to meet again. Just two people who had once meant the world to each other, sharing a quiet moment before returning to the lives they'd chosen. Five years later, Dan Fogelberg sat down and wrote every detail of that night into a song. He called it "Same Old Lang Syne." He changed only two things: He made Jill's eyes blue instead of green because it rhymed better with the melody. And he made her husband an architect instead of what he actually was—a physical education teacher. Everything else was exactly as it happened. The convenience store. The spilled purse. The six-pack in the cold car. The kiss. The snow. The song was released in 1980. It climbed to number nine on the Billboard Hot 100 and became a holiday staple almost immediately. Radio stations began playing it every December alongside traditional Christmas songs. Not because it was about Christmas exactly, but because it captured something no other holiday song ever had: The quiet ache of going home and realizing that home has changed, and so have you. The bittersweet weight of sitting with someone you once loved and feeling the distance of all the years between then and now. The first time Jill heard the song, she was driving to her job at TWA before dawn. It was still dark outside.

@AmericanGidget @DefiantLs Mine too!!! 109%!

Yea, my grandma baked treats every week.... She always had something in case company showed up. She kept coffee all day. Whoever came over, as long as it was before she did the dinner dishes, could get a hot cup of coffee and a piece of pie or cake. And to top it off, not only did most company never call ahead, they just came right on in the back door - knock and open. I wish things were like that. I wish I were like that. I wish I knew people who would just stop by because they liked you.

The difference between 1970s and '80s vs. the 1990s and 2000s

@DefiantLs HE SAID, “SANKA” AAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!! My Grandma to a “T”!!!

@FlagAndFire SANG IT, Bonnie!!!

“Dixie Chicken” comes on and suddenly you’re not in your car anymore… you’re in a dim bar somewhere in the South, drink sweating in your hand, life a little messy but somehow making sense. Little Feat didn’t just make songs. They built places you could disappear into for a few minutes. And if you’ve lived a little… that chorus doesn’t hit the same. It hits harder. Play it loud or let it fade into the background tonight?

@TrixStar76 @LouStandUP1 100%!!!

@LouStandUP1 I’m more offended by Joey Crawford getting in than I am about Amare Stoudemire.

Can someone explain to me, like I’m a small child, why Amar’e Stoudemire is getting into the Basketball Hall of Fame? Keep your emotions out of it, I need facts.

@lady_valor_07 @aol, baby!!!

If your first email ended in @ yahoo, @ hotmail, or @ msn… you have seniority on the internet.

@PistolRick Y’all remember this cat at the end of his career here? He couldn’t be bothered to run to halfcourt on defense. It’s been the same at Kentucky. Their fans cannot stand BG for the most part. They don’t put up with players that don’t hustle.

Not likely but I said it when we hired Lutz. The offense Lutz ran in his last year at WKU, assuming he wants to get back that, would be perfect for BG game if he came back.

@REALUNCTARHEEL @CClarkReport It’ll happen or she’s going to have a short career.

@CClarkReport I wish Caitlin Clark would put on some serious muscle and start dishing out some punishment when she gets cheap-shotted. Call Michael Jordan up, he will tell you.

Remember that one time Geno called Caitlin Clark fans delusional for thinking she would tear up the WNBA and then she went and rewrote the record books year 1?

@RWilliamBurton @thewriterme The PROOF is the 40 days that the Man Himself walked with His Friends & Disciples! They saw Him, spoke with Him & touched His wounds. He then ascended into Heaven to sit, where He remains today, at the Right Hand of God The Father until the day of His coming! That’s the proof!

@thewriterme Cruxifiction yes, resurrection no. You don’t have proof. You will never have proof until he returns. Stop trying to prove It is a matter of faith, and any person with proof is dishonest

This is worth 3 plus minutes. He’s here to “blow your mind.” Good Friday ✝️

@ThrillaRilla369 Not me… I’m usually a 1:45-2:30 kinda cat, myself!😜

Do all 50-year-olds wake up at 5 a.m.?

@timecaptales So… Crazy that this post came up today. YESTERDAY, my wife & I went with our daughter to take a tour of our Alma Mater as a prospective university. As we walked through our former dorm lobby - no joke - I looked @ the place where the TV was & remembered the MTV NEWS Break…

17-year-old River Phoenix sat down for an interview just before celebrating his 18th birthday in 1988

@HotRodd01 @timecaptales I came here to say this. We missed so much.

@timecaptales He was the Brando, Dean and Newman of our time

@Go_Okstate Coaches: “You can ASK that all you want. Let me show you what transfer big men have produced, on average. We’re asking you to prove it. You do, you’ll be rewarded with the NBA Draft. You don’t get something for nothing at this school.” There’s the script. Grow some 🥜

Ok maybe not 😅

@Parley_Preaches @TatafuHemaloto @bucees Man!!!! That brisket is the MOVE, boy!!!!

@TatafuHemaloto @bucees Heading there in a couple of weeks! Love that brisket.

My wife wanted to stop at @bucees. At first, I didn’t understand her excitement. She said she saw posts about it on Instagram. When we pulled up, I started to get a sense of why. There were lines upon lines of gas pumps. We went in, and it was like walking into a mall. I was impressed. My wife forced everybody to go to the bathroom. I didn’t bother. They came out and said I had to go. I thought it was weird. But she insisted I must go. My kids joined her in encouraging me to go, too. I finally gave in. As I walked through the entrance, I swear it felt like stepping into a 5 ⭐️ hotel lobby or a military museum. Once I walked into the actual bathroom, I finally understood the hype around @bucees. It felt like one of those exclusive clubs you see only in movies. If it weren’t for the actual urinal being there, I would have mistaken it for a living room. I know I’m exposing that I didn't come from money, but @bucees lived up to the hype.

@Go_Okstate Full-grown man right here. He honestly reminds me of Julius Randle when he was at Kentucky - he has no CLUE how good he can even become. Get a true group of top assistants around Coach Lutz, and this thing may take off!

GET THIS MAN TO STILLWATER NOW

@vee_monty @SusieM414141 Yes, I was coming here to see if anyone else caught this

@SusieM414141 This is creepy... At the end it sounds like he says "oh well. C'est la vie" not she loves me. But if he did say the latter, she should be looking to move! 🤦🏽‍♂️

The nosy neighbor! This guy brings the meaning of a nosy neighbor to new levels. So is he just a lonely old man or is it creepy? What would you do if this happened to you? Maybe he just wants a friend.

@Andrew_Moser @Super70sSports Gotta be the ‘ol Immaculate Reception off the front of the recliner/sofa for the TD!

@Super70sSports Hmm... so in your head it's Staubach throwing and Drew Pearson catching? Or Bradshaw and Stallworth? Stabler and Cliff Branch?

I keep this ball in a drawer and, sometimes, when I’m alone, I’ll break it out and toss it across the room and run and catch it while announcing the play. I’m 54 years old.

@FastbreakHoops5 100% true. There are absolutely “levels” to basketball skill, and when we’re talking NBA, we’re talking a VERY, very small % that EVER make that tier - and they will absolutely humiliate the everyday cat in the gym, no doubt.

You think this is true or false?