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Dave Kellett @davekellett.bsky.social · 08/03/2026

COMIC: When Life Gives You Lemons...

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Nick Bartkoski @nbartkoski.bsky.social · 24/11/2025

"I shall leave you, as you left me…as you left her: marooned at the center of a dead planet. Buried alive…buried alive…” "CHARLIE BROWN!!!"

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Nick Bartkoski @nbartkoski.bsky.social · 14/09/2025

Is "Andy can't manage 4th down" the new "Andy can't manage the clock?"

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Return of the Living Dan @danlarson.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

Quick explainer for why McDonald's (and every other food joint) looks the same (shitty). www.youtube.com/shorts/kO-E7...

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Wall Street broke Cracker Barrel, not WOKENESS

YouTube video by Pearlmania500

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SeasonalPun @pixelfish.bsky.social · 17/07/2025

You know what emergent tech of the last decade actually works well, and was adopted by millions? 3D printing. It’s great! So many applications. But also nobody is sneering at you for not having or utilizing 3D printing. Nobody is trying to sneak a 3D printer into your garage without your consent

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(insert indycar pun) @openwheel.racing · 08/05/2025

This is the journalism the people need

CHICAGO (WGN) - Almost immediately after Chicago-born Cardinal Robert Prevost's election as Pope, the question emerged: is the pontiff a fan of the Cubs or the White Sox?
Speaking to WGN on Thursday, Prevost's brother John answered the burning question:
Pope Leo XIV, as Prevost is now known, is a fan of the South Siders.

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Street Sharks Explained 🇨🇺🇵🇸 @gaykwon.bsky.social · 05/07/2024

This guy was such a G for telling his evil wizard cyborg boss that his religion is bullshit during a work meeting.

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Sara Sanchez @bcbsara.bsky.social · 15/04/2025

The largest paying crowd in the history of Wrigley Field was the day Jackie Robinson made his debut. Wrigley is the only park left Jackie played a game in. Mike Ryoko was a kid at that ballpark that day and he wrote about it. Take a minute and read this today. press.uchicago.edu/Misc/Chicago...

A newspaper clipping from Mike Ryoko part one:

Jackie's Debut a Unique Day
All that Saturday, the wise men of the neighborhood, who sat in chairs on the sidewalk outside the tavern, had talked about what it would do to baseball.
I hung around and listened because baseball was about the most important thing in the world, and if anything was going to ruin it, I was worried.
Most of the things they said, I didn't understand, although it all sounded terrible. But could one man bring such ruin?
They said he could and would. And the next day he was going to be in Wrigley Field for the first time, on the same diamond as Hack, Nicholson, Cavarretta, Schmitz, Pafko, and all my other idols.
I had to see Jackie Robinson, the man who was going to somehow wreck everything. So the next day, another kid and I started walking to the ballpark early.
We always walked to save the streetcar fare. It was five or six miles, but I felt about baseball the way Abe Lincoln felt about education.
Usually, we could get there just at noon, find a seat in the grandstand, and watch some batting practice. But not that Sunday, May 18, 1947.
By noon, Wrigley Field was almost filled. The crowd outside spilled off the sidewalk and into the streets. Scalpers were asking top dollar for box seats and getting it.

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I had never seen anything like it. Not just the size, although it was a new record, more than 47,000. But this was twenty-five years ago, and in 1947 few blacks were seen in the Loop, much less up on the white North Side at a Cub game.
That day, they came by the thousands, pouring off the northbound Ls and out of their cars.
They didn't wear baseball-game clothes. They had on church clothes and funeral clothes·suits, white shirts, ties, gleaming shoes, and straw hats. I've never seen so many straw hats.
As big as it was, the crowd was orderly. Almost unnaturally so. People didn't jostle each other.
The whites tried to look as if nothing unusual was happening, while the blacks tried to look casual and dignified. So everybody looked slightly ill at ease.
For most, it was probably the first time they had been that close to each other in such great numbers.
We managed to get in, scramble up a ramp, and find a place to stand behind the last row of grandstand seats. Then they shut the gates. No place remained to stand.
Robinson came up in the first inning. I remember the sound. It wasn't the shrill, teenage cry you now hear, or an excited gut roar. They applauded, long, rolling applause. A tall, middle-aged black man stood next to me, a smile of almost painful joy on his face, beating his palms together so hard they must have hurt.

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When Robinson stepped into the batter's box, it was as if someone had flicked a switch. The place went silent.
He swung at the first pitch and they erupted as if he had knocked it over the wall. But it was only a high foul that dropped into the box seats. I remember thinking it was strange that a foul could make that many people happy. When he struck out, the low moan was genuine.
I've forgotten most of the details of the game, other than that the Dodgers won and Robinson didn't get a hit or do anything special, although he was cheered on every swing and every routine play.
But two things happened I'll never forget. Robinson played first, and early in the game a Cub star hit a grounder and it was a close play.
Just before the Cub reached first, he swerved to his left. And as he got to the bag, he seemed to slam his foot down hard at Robinson's foot.
It was obvious to everyone that he was trying to run into him or spike him. Robinson took the throw and got clear at the last instant.
I was shocked. That Cub, a hometown boy, was my biggest hero. It was not only an unheroic stunt, but it seemed a rude thing to do in front of people who would cheer for a foul ball. I didn't understand why he had done it. It wasn't at all big league.
I didn't know that while the white fans were relatively polite, the Cubs and most other teams kept up a steady stream of racial abuse from the dugout. I thought that all they did down there was talk about how good Wheaties are.

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Late in the game, Robinson was up again, and he hit another foul ball. This time it came into the stands low and fast, in our direction. Somebody in the seats grabbed for it, but it caromed off his hand and kept coming. There was a flurry of arms as the ball kept bouncing, and suddenly it was between me and my pal. We both grabbed. I had a baseball.
The two of us stood there examining it and chortling. A genuine major-league baseball that had actually been gripped and thrown by a Cub pitcher, hit by a Dodger batter. What a possession.
Then I heard the voice say: "Would you consider selling that?"
It was the black man who had applauded so fiercely.
I mumbled something. I didn't want to sell it.
"I'll give you ten dollars for it," he said.
Ten dollars. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what ten dollars could buy because I'd never had that much money. But I knew that a lot of men in the neighborhood considered sixty dollars a week to be good pay.
I handed it to him, and he paid me with ten $1 bills.
When I left the ball park, with that much money in my pocket, I was sure that Jackie Robinson wasn't bad for the game.
Since then, I've regretted a few times that I didn't keep the ball. Or that I hadn't given it to him free. I didn't know, then, how hard he probably had to work for that ten dollars.
But Tuesday I was glad I had sold it to him. And if that man is still around, and has that baseball, I'm sure he thinks it was worth every cent.

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James Martin, SJ @jamesmartinsj.bsky.social · 14/04/2025

If you shed tears over the story of Jesus being unjustly imprisoned, then you should shed tears over the story of Mr. Garcia. "Lord, when did we see you in prison?" they will say. "Whenever you did this to the least of my brothers and sisters, you did it to me" (Matthew 25).

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Mad Scholar Frights @mattzollerseitz.bsky.social · 28/02/2025

A guy who used to be a comedian & is good at improv and dealing with hecklers and who has also spent the last 3 years in a war zone turns out to be a guy you can’t out-alpha, imagine that

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Kevin M. Kruse @kevinmkruse.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

Daughter: “why do some Chiefs fans still do the tomahawk chant?” Me: “because they’re idiots, honey”

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Kevin Ahern @kevinjahern.bsky.social · 20/01/2025

The Catholic tradition holds clearly that how we treat migrants is how we treat Christ as explained by Erga Migrantes Caritas Christi (issued under JP2) Inhumane treatment of migrants and refugees would be like someone spitting on the Eucharist or insulting the Blessed mother.

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Nick Bartkoski @nbartkoski.bsky.social · 05/01/2025

A Dalton Bond film....sure, why not.

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Anna E. Clark @annaeclark.bsky.social · 11/12/2024

This is what's so baffling about so many suggestions for AI in the humanities classroom: they mistake the product for the point. Writing outlines and essays is important not because you need to make outlines and essays but because that's how you learn to think with/through complex ideas.

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Cheap Ass Gamer @cheapassgamer.com · 18/11/2024

Follow @cheapassgamer.com & Repost for a Chance to Win a The Legend Of Zelda - Master Sword Proplica (MSRP $199.99) Ends Dec. 16th at 9PM ET. USA, Canada, U.K., Australia, New Zealand Only. ow.ly/TneX50RCo0q It also has a built-in vibration gimmick.

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