David Bates

Razorbacks win SEC tourney. Criticize John Calipari all you want, but Arkansas in year two with him is better than Kentucky is in year two without him. All he does is win everywhere he coaches.

A mentor once told me this: Confidence is less about knowing you’ll win and more about knowing you’ll bounce back even if you don’t. Real confidence is built on resilience. Adaptability. Tolerance for uncertainty. Fear loses when you embrace that failure is never final.

i’ve been working at Walmart for 15 years. people sometimes look at me like i didn’t “make it” in life. but this job paid the rent, kept food on the table, and, most importantly, let me send my son to college. he’s studying engineering now. every time a customer rolls their eyes at me, i remind myself: I turned $14 an hour into my kid’s future. that feels like success to me.

Ultraprocessed foods “target the brain reward circuits that keep us coming back for more. They trigger overeating. They deprive us of any sense of fullness,” says former FDA Commissioner David Kessler. cbsn.ws/4rTopYv

@VinnysCorner1 False

True or False: You’ve seen your favorite NFL team LOSE in a Super Bowl ???

Macaulay Culkin, who played Kevin in "Home Alone", pays tribute to Catherine O'Hara: "Mama. I thought we had time."

@AigleRoyalK Red meat, eggs, and push ups.

A couple days ago I was too lazy to go to the gym so I did 200 pushups as a work out and now my triceps are absolutely scorched, pecs feeling it a little too. I'm never this sore after using the fancy equipment at the gym. What if it was all so simple...all along?

@matthewm1988 @TheStevenWillis

@TheStevenWillis It's obvious that Kiffin and Jimmy Sexton are behind all these allegations. They're trying to do the same thing to Ole Miss that Saban and Sexton did to Ole Miss in 2017. We beat Alabama 2 years in a row and out recruited them, becoming a huge threat to Saban's "dynasty" so..

If people think that Ole Miss will be the fall guy for all the tampering going on in the Transfer Portal...They are going to be surprised when Ole Miss breaks out the receipts they have too Most tampered with team this year was Ole Miss and it wasn't close....Bring it

My grown children always tease me that porridge made with water is my favourite food because it's all they saw me eat. I hate porridge. I only ate it because it was 50p for a bag and I didn't want to let them know we were poor as shit. The 'proper food' was for them

California's Central Valley produces 80% of the world's almonds. Each almond requires 3.2 gallons of actual irrigation water to grow. Not rainfall. Actual tap water pumped from aquifers. One gallon of almond milk requires 162 gallons of irrigation water. Compare that to dairy milk at 8 gallons of tap water per gallon, with the rest being rainfall that falls on pasture anyway. But here's where it gets properly grim. Almonds bloom for exactly three weeks in February. During those three weeks, California needs every pollinating bee in North America transported to the Central Valley or the crop fails entirely. Commercial beekeepers truck in 31 billion honeybees. That's two-thirds of America's entire managed bee population, all concentrated in one valley for three weeks. The bees are packed into trucks, driven across the country, dumped into almond groves drenched in pesticides, worked to exhaustion, then packed up and shipped to the next crop. The mortality rate is catastrophic. Beekeepers report losing 30 to 50% of their hives annually. That's billions of bees dead. Not from natural causes. From being used as disposable pollination machines for your almond milk. The pesticides don't help. Almond groves are sprayed with neonicotinoids which scramble bee navigation systems, fungicides which weaken their immune systems, and herbicides which eliminate the wildflowers they'd normally forage on between almond blooms. Meanwhile the aquifer depletion is permanent. The Central Valley has sunk 28 feet in some areas from groundwater extraction. That water took 10,000 years to accumulate. It's being drained in decades for almond milk. Your vegan latte killed more bees and used more water than a year's worth of dairy milk. But it's got "plant-based" on the label so you're definitely saving the planet.

@ZachLentzRTR Nothing will come of it. Dani is holding on tight to a game that’s passed him bye. ✌️

First post on Dabo and Pete Golding/ Ole Miss: first off Dabo did what many other coaches couldn’t, because he has done things the right way. If he had not, he would have not been able to sit at the microphone today and call out by name the coaches, players, lawyers, support staff etc. Second, not calling for coaches to lose jobs, but I don’t know how Golding can continue to coach young men, after he did everything he did. Lastly, I don’t believe that the NCAA-or Ole Miss- will do anything but issue a statement that will confirm that there are no rules and they don’t care. Ps. Other schools were put on notice by Dabo, if you F-around, you will find out.

High school baseball is different. It’s about pride. Your school. Your teammates. Your town. The logo on your chest. It’s about community, brotherhood, and meaning. Play for something bigger.

Here's what I think happened. Prior to the Baby Boomers, people had lots of kids because there was no birth control. As such, the dominant culture (primarily religion) explained why children were worth the inevitable toil, but also encouraged parents to make it easy on themselves with such patent irrationalities as "children should be seen and not heard" and "because I said so." Then, the Boomers were hit with a bunch of new narratives. First, they had birth control, so free love became part of the rebellion against static old-world vibes. Second, their reaction against their parents included getting free of the burdens of a big family living in cramped conditions, no privacy, no ability to rock out or smoke weed or just be your own person. Third, they got hit with the population and environmental doomerism, and they got hit hard. Rachel Carson, Paul Ehrlich, Jane Goodall, Club of Rome, etc etc. All of these created a dominant cultural narrative that lots of kids is bad. Have two at max, to replace yourselves, and otherwise think about preserving the Earth. In the process, a key piece of cultural knowledge was lost, or perhaps overlooked, and that is the joy of having lots of kids. I have five, and I can't tell you how amazing it is. That's part of the problem, it's hard to put it in words. Yesterday morning I had a peak experience, probably the happiest I've ever been. My parents and my brother's family were visiting, and the 7 grandkids were playing, and I was chatting with my brother and my wife in the other room, and I just couldn't get over how happy I was. I think part of it is that, without a lot of kids, one tends to focus on hobbies, or career, or other pursuits to fill out life. There's nothing wrong with this, except that it often falls flat. Or, there's lots of down time. If fishing is your passion, you still spend lots of time not fishing. If you fancy yourself a writer, every moment is an opportunity to feel guilty for not writing. But with lots of kids, even if you're getting nothing done, you are bearing witness to constant growth that is all your doing. And you constantly have amazing things to do - play a game of chess with the 6 year old and he gets familiar with how the knight moves, and then he can play with his grandfather who's been dying to be able to beat someone. And then the 2 year old comes and hugs your leg while you're making waffles for the 4 year old. I mean, these little moments are nearly ceaseless. Now, in the before times, I'm sure there were ceaseless little joys like this. But the context was quite different, and I bet the joys were muted. Kids got sick, often desperately so, and even if they weren't dying, you could never be completely at ease. Today, childhood diseases are vastly safer. There wasn't always abundant food, heat, clothes. There were constant discomforts. You couldn't order same-day delivery of diapers. And of course, women were expected to shoulder the burden without having an outlet for other interests. But today, we have Amazon, the nation of China willing to make cheap toys and baby wipes, vaccines, minivans, drive through French fries, iPads, etc. Having lots of kids has never been easier. "But it's too expensive!" No, it's not. It's too expensive if you want to maintain your post-college lifestyle of eating out, going to craft breweries, vacationing, and living in Brooklyn. But if you prioritize the joy of having lots of kids, you can support them by living in the suburbs, getting a reliable job, not eating out, not spending money on your lifestyle. It's absolutely possible, it just takes a serious rearranging of your priorities. Which takes me back to my point about cultural narratives - if the benefits of having lots of kids was more prominent, people would more commonly aspire to it, would get a real major in college (or maybe skip it altogether), get a reliable, high-paying job in their early 20s, look for a life-partner early instead of a dating partner, save, and strive for making a big family instead of climbing various career or status ladders. And, AND - the basic stuff begins to really matter. You gotta figure out how to get along with your wife, cause you're both in deep. You gotta sand off your rough edges and figure out how to make it work. And you can't be diddling around with insignificant stuff because your life is on serious mode, not demo mode. And you gotta be liked and trusted by your kids so they can help you out as they get older, or at least not try to actively make your life miserable. I don't know how to change the cultural narrative. And I'm sure many people might hate having lots of kids. Maybe I'm wrong. But my personal experience is one of surprise at never being told by anyone when I was growing up that having a lot of kids is a recipe for a great life. It seems so obvious to me now, and yet whenever ppl find out I have five kids, they make some kind of face or say some kind of thing that essentially amounts to "Ugh." Many are genuinely surprised that I think the future is worth living. (Unbelievable, but true. Imagine if our distant ancestors thought the plagues and famines just made life not worth living.) I get the idea that we need to revive religion as it is quite an effective pro-human, pro-child narrative that considers people to be the very standard of what is valuable. Despite my deep atheism, I feel more aligned with religious families. But I can't stomach ignoring the God stuff. But also, I can't stomach the Godless religion, that's just phony nonsense. At least the God-fearing are serious.

"Someone kept calling the radio station requesting the same song. For 114 days straight. I'm a DJ at K-Rock 98.3. Overnight shift. Midnight to 6 a.m. Mostly lonely truckers and insomniacs listening. Around 1:15 a.m. every single night, same number calls. Same request, "November Rain" by Guns N' Roses. Eight-minute guitar solo version. First week, I played it. Thought maybe someone really loved that song. Second week, I started screening the calls. "We just played that yesterday, how about something else?" "November Rain, please." "We have a no-repeat policy" Click. They'd hang up. But they'd call back the next night. 1:15 a.m. exactly. "November Rain." This went on for months. My coworkers thought it was hilarious. Started a betting pool on when the caller would give up. They never did. Day 47, "Look, buddy, what's the deal with this song?" Long silence. Then, "Just play it. Please." The voice sounded older. Male. Tired. I played it. Day 82, My manager told me to block the number. "It's harassment." I didn't block it. Day 91, I answered. Before they could speak, I said, "It's queued up. Playing at 1:30." "Thank you," they whispered. Day 114, The call came. But different voice. Younger. Female. "This is about the November Rain requests," she said. "My grandfather passed away this morning. He won't be calling anymore." My stomach dropped. "He had dementia," she continued. "Couldn't remember much. But he remembered that song. Said it was playing when he proposed to my grandmother in 1992. At some restaurant. She died five years ago. The song was the only piece of her he could still hold onto." She was crying. "He'd get confused at night. Agitated. The only thing that calmed him was that song. So I'd call you. Every night. He'd sit next to me, listening on the radio, and for eight minutes he'd remember her. He'd smile. Then forget again. But for those eight minutes....." I couldn't speak. "Thank you for playing it," she said. "Even when you were annoyed. Even when your manager wanted you to stop. Those eight minutes were everything to him." She hung up. I sat in that booth. Played "November Rain" at 1:15 a.m. Nobody requested it. I just played it. Did it again the next night. And every night since. Some listeners complained. "Why do you keep playing the same song?" I never explained. Just said, "Station policy." But truckers started calling in. Said they pulled over during that 1:15 a.m. slot. Listened to the whole eight minutes. Some knew why. Most didn't. One guy said, "I don't even like that song. But something about hearing it at 1:15 every night..... feels like church. Like we're all stopping together. For something." They were right. It's been six months. I still play it. Every single night. 1:15 a.m. Some things aren't about what you like. They're about what someone needed. Once. When nothing else worked. That song's not mine anymore. It belongs to an old man who forgot everything except how to love his wife. And now it belongs to everyone driving lonely highways at 1:15 a.m., looking for a reason to keep going. Eight minutes. Every night. That's my church now." Let this story reach more hearts.... . Ai image is for demonstration purpose only. . By Mary Nelson

I found a wallet on the subway. Inside was $300 cash, a credit card, and an ID. The address was in a rough part of town. I drove there. It was a rundown apartment building. I knocked. A woman answered, looking exhausted. "I found this," I said. She gasped. She grabbed the wallet and checked the cash. She started crying. "This is rent. If I lost this, we were out on the street tomorrow." She tried to hand me a $20 bill. "Please, take a reward." I looked past her. I saw a little boy eating cereal with water because they didn't have milk. "No," I said. "Actually, I think you dropped this too." I pulled a $50 bill from my own pocket and tucked it into the wallet. "That wasn't in there," she said. "Must have fallen deep in the pocket," I winked. I walked back to my car. I skipped dinner that night to save money. But I was full. Anonymous

@Matt_Pinner All 20

7 for me!!….I feel confident nobody Has all 20!! How many for you?🤔

My son left for College yesterday. I’m on my way out there now. I am not ok. This is the hardest thing that I have ever done. There’s a million emotions running through my mind just hoping I did enough as a dad to prepare him. I think that’s just human. I already miss the daily stuff we take for granted , getting him up for school, hanging in our garage playing video games , making him breakfast, etc. Be there for your little ones, soak up every moment you have , never say no and enjoy because it goes way too fast!