This dude was drafted to one of the worst teams in NBA history. Lost an NBA record 28 straight games. Been through the trenches to bring basketball back to Detroit. Never complained. Never blamed his teammates. Never asked for a trade. Just put his head down and worked. Nobody deserves this success more. An absolute DAWG.

No matter how many buildings he hijacks and renames, no matter how "grand" a ballroom is, or how much gold he adds to the White House, this will always be his legacy. Nothing will ever change that fact.

Impeached Field @ Insurrection Stadium

Congratulations to Riley Greene on winning his first career Silver Slugger award! 👏

It’s easy, really… The Senate does not have 55 against 45, it has 100 members with 60 votes required. It’s the job of all 100 of those senators to work together to find common ground and keep the government operational; it’s literally your job, all of you. One side does not get to blame the other. One side does not get to steamroll the other with demands. You are ALL tasked with serving our country and working together to fulfill the tasks of the job description. You all need to grow up and start doing it.

“The breakfast also came just weeks before Epstein’s arrest in early July, and a month after Trump attended a fundraiser with fellow billionaire reprobates such as Steve Wynn, at Howard Lutnick’s 11 East 71st Street townhouse, next door to Jeffrey Epstein. (I happened to be outside that night and witnessed Wynn and others arriving, as if under duress). In my opinion, all of these events were an attempt for those most involved with Epstein to get their stories straight ahead of his arrest. And to reassure each other that AG Bill Barr would protect their secrets. Barr initially recused himself from any involvement with the case, as his prior law firm, Kirkland & Ellis, had represented Epstein - but ended up making himself the point man for the FBI investigation and eventually its fixer, as Jeffrey was soon found dead in his cell in August 2019. Epstein’s time in federal custody, from arrest to death, lasted a little over a month. Case closed. Failure to connect the dots was not for lack of red flags or clues, but a willful allergy to truth being dictated from the C-suites of media conglomerates and the international banking industry, which continues to this day.”open.substack.com/pub/noelca…

Lou Whitaker has a higher career WAR than the following second basemen: Ryne Sandberg, Roberto Alomar, Craig Biggio, Chase Utley, Joe Gordon, Jeff Kent, José Altuve. WAR is not a perfect metric, but when a player stands out that much vs. peers, voters should listen.

EVERY DEMOCRAT and EVERY INDEPENDENT should do this at their business... You want to take action and fight Trump, DO THIS. This is Trump's GREAT FEAR.

1. “Thousands could lose SNAP food benefits.” That story ran Sunday in the New Haven Register. The headline reflects an undercount. “Several hundred thousand ppl in [CT], including some in every single town and city, could go without food assistance they rely on to survive."

My name is Marge, and I’m 72 years old. I’m a retired third-grade teacher. I live in the same beige ranch house in a quiet Ohio suburb where I raised my daughter, fought with my husband Bill (God rest his soul) about the mortgage, and watched the neighborhood change from young families to... well, to people like me. Old. After Bill died, I thought I’d become invisible. I was just the old lady with the wind chimes and the overgrown tomato plants. People waved as they power-walked by, but they didn’t see me. That changed on a hot, sticky Tuesday in August. I was dragging my recycling bin to the curb when I saw him. A boy. Couldn't have been more than ten. He was rail-thin, with elbows that looked sharp enough to cut glass, digging through my bin. He wasn't looking for cans; he was looking for food. He froze when he saw me, like a deer in the headlights, his eyes wide with that specific shame only hunger brings. I’m a retired teacher. I’ve seen that look before. I didn't yell. I didn't threaten to call the police. I just held up a finger, went back inside, and made the quickest sandwich of my life—peanut butter and jelly on white bread. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked back out. He flinched when I got close. I just set the food down on top of the bin. "It's for you," I said softly. He snatched it and ran. He didn't say a word. That night, I didn't sleep. I kept seeing those eyes. This isn't a third-world country. This is Ohio. Kids shouldn't be eating trash. The next morning, I raided my garage. I found the old Igloo cooler we used to take on fishing trips. I dragged it to the end of my driveway, right by the sidewalk. With a black Sharpie, I wrote on it: "Take what you need. Share what you can." I filled it with bottled water, granola bars, apples, and six more PB&J sandwiches in Ziploc bags. By Friday, the cooler was empty. So I filled it again. On Sunday, I went out and found the sandwiches gone, but someone had left two cans of tuna and a bag of rice. On Monday, someone left a pack of diapers and a box of tampons. By Wednesday, a local veteran had left a stack of new thermal socks with a note: "Stay warm, brother." A tiny, anonymous community was being born at the end of my driveway. Of course, that's when Brenda showed up. Brenda lives three doors down. She's the president of the Homeowners' Association and carries a clipboard on her daily walks. She stopped right in front of the cooler, her face pinched. "Marge, what is this?" "It's a cooler, Brenda." "You're attracting... elements," she said, lowering her voice. "It's a liability. It's lowering our property values. We have standards in this neighborhood." I looked Brenda, a woman who has never missed a meal in her life, straight in the eye. "I saw a child eating out of my garbage can, Brenda. My property value is the last thing on my mind." She huffed and marched off, clipboard in hand. A week later, it went viral. Some high school kid filmed the cooler, now overflowing with canned goods, bread, and baby formula. He put it on TikTok. By the weekend, I was "The Pantry Granny." Reporters showed up. A local church donated a small, used dormitory refrigerator. A hardware store ran an extension cord from my garage for free. Kids from the high school art club came and painted it with sunflowers. A GoFundMe someone started raised $15,000 for "Marge's Pantry." But with national attention came local backlash. The comments on the news articles were a warzone. Half were, "God bless this woman!" The other half were, "You're just enabling drug addicts and the lazy! You'll be sorry when you get robbed!" Then the letter arrived. It was from the Township Zoning Board. Brenda and a few others had filed a formal complaint. I was invited to a public meeting. It was a kangaroo court. They didn't talk about hunger. They talked about "health code violations," "risk of vermin," and "unregulated food distribution." "We need standards," one man said, adjusting his tie. "We cannot have individuals running rogue charities on residential property. It's a safety issue." The motion to ban "all personal food and item distribution on residential lots" passed. 9 to 2. They gave me 48 hours to remove the fridge and the cooler. Or I would face fines of $500 a day. I went home and cried. I cried for Bill. I cried for that skinny kid. I cried because I finally understood: this is the country we live in now. A place where you need a permit to be decent. I unplugged the fridge, defeated. I thought kindness had lost. The next morning, I woke up before sunrise. I looked out my window, and my heart stopped. The fridge was still there. And next to it were two more. One was an old chest freezer. The other was a large metal cabinet. Mr. Henderson from two streets over—the one with the massive "TRUMP 2024" flag on his lawn—was plugging the freezer into a heavy-duty extension cord he'd run from his own garage. At the same time, the two college kids who rent the house on the corner—the ones with the "PRIDE" flag on their porch—were loading the metal cabinet with canned soup. They weren't talking to each other. They were just... working. By the time I got outside with my coffee, my entire lawn was covered in signs. Homemade. Scrawled on cardboard and poster board. "WE ARE ALL MARGE." "FEED FIRST. ASK QUESTIONS LATER." "HUNGER ISN'T A NUISANCE." The city sent the first $500 fine. The GoFundMe paid it in three minutes. They sent another. It was paid in two. I never fought the citations. I just pulled up a lawn chair. Every morning, I sit by the fridges. I offer coffee to people who stop by. I listen to their stories. I watch strangers argue about politics while stocking the same shelf with pasta. Last week, the boy came back. He looked different. Taller. He had a new jacket on. He told me he and his mom were in a shelter now, and he was back in school. He didn't take anything. He handed me a small, brown paper bag. Inside was a ham and cheese sandwich. "It's for the next kid," he whispered. You don't need permission to be kind. You don't need a permit, or a nonprofit license, or a committee. You just need to see the person in front of you. They can write all the ordinances they want. They can fine you. But they can't make it illegal to see another human being. Kindness isn't a program. It's a revolution. And mine started with a sandwich.

WATCH: Dan Campbell’s postgame locker room speech had game balls changing hands. • Jahmyr Gibbs gave his to Penei Sewell, but he gave it back • Jack Campbell got one, shouted out DBs • Derrick Barnes gave his to Kelvin Sheppard, but he returned it

Bruce Springsteen on Trump: “I couldn't care less what he thinks about me. He's the living personification of what the 25th Amendment and impeachment were for. If Congress had any guts, he'd be consigned to the trash heap of history." RETWEET if you stand with @Springsteen!

Photo of the season so far 😭 (via: @Lions)

Have we forgotten that the wife of a sitting Supreme Court Justice helped plot and plan the overthrow of our Government ? AND NOBODY HAS DONE A DAMNED THING ABOUT IT

You sure about that?

Encouraging start. Next steps: 1. General Strike. 2. Arrest The President.

If you’re wondering why there are no counter protests, it’s because MAGA barely exists outside Twitter. The party has completely collapsed since January. It’s hard to fill the real world with troll bots.

Who knew there were this many “Marxist, Socialist, Antifa, pro-Hamas, far left Democrats” in Chicago @SpeakerJohnson? No wonder you crybabies are so worried. 🇺🇸

Notice how none of us broke into a federal building and rubbed shit on the walls, either