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According to ESPN’s Jeff Carlisle, Chivas USA will cease operations in Major League Soccer for at least two years as condition of the imminent sale of the club.
Carlisle’s report states a buyer has been found who will pay approximately $100 million for the club, and the break from MLS play is part of the terms of the sale.
A rebrand of the club is certainly possible, and the report states part of the hiatus will be to find a location for a new stadium.
Sports Illustrated’s Brian Straus first brought up the possibility of a break for Chivas in the beginning of September, and it seems that has come to fruition.
The club has long operated in the shadow of cross-town rivals Los Angeles Galaxy, and have failed to perform both on the pitch and at the box office, missing the playoffs for now five straight seasons.
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My name is Meechie. I’m 27 years old and I’m homeless. I have a good life. Well, at least I did. I have a girlfriend. Well, at least I did. I live day to day. Very little money in my life has I currently have $55.52 in one bank account and $97.66 in a separate account. I bunk at my sister’s home and what’s new. I’ve lived with siblings off and on for the better part of 4 years now. I’m constantly looking for reasons or solutions to problems in my life. One day it’s I want to be a head football coach. The next day I tell myself I’m going to strike it big planning DraftKings testing my might in fantasy sports knowledge in which I must admit is quite difficult. I just wish I knew the answers to my problems. I have a good. To be blunt, a pretty cool job working for SportsData, LLC, here in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Our office building is in an awesome building downtown, overlooks everything from the highway, to the river, to a clear view of the new construction of the Minnesota Vikings football stadium. I watch sports all day and all night. The games ranging anywhere from college football to English Premier League Soccer. We have access to a high number of games worldwide. But enough about me rattling on, let’s ask one thing. What do I really want to talk about?
Is it life?
Am I typing this is at bar for my self-pleasure so I can vent?
I’ve tried the psychologist, I’ve tried the medications, and I’ve tried talking to my family. Well not so much the family part. They often say I need to talk to them about my problems but I just feel judged most of the time and told to suck it up. I try explaining my pain but it never gets anywhere. I’ve tried opening to them without feeling shame but it never succeeds. I must have been some sort of cruel, hateful bastard to be given the life that I have. I go to church weekly, I hear the word, I try many of readings to see if there’s something to look into about an afterlife but when your bombarded with Christianity, often times you feel brainwashed. I still confused of what it is, how to follow it, what to believe and not believe, but all I do is end up at square one asking,
“What is Christianity?”
I don’t know where to look half the time for help. Maybe writing will help me. I’m a big fan of the TV show One Tree Hill, more specifically Lucas Scott. His readings are powerful, the quotes hit me deep. The quotes move me in ways that no doctor has ever reached. When he decided he wanted to be a writer, he just started writing and the rest was history. Maybe this is my start. Maybe this is what I needed. Maybe to tell myself everything will be ok even if I’m the only one who hears me say it. Everything will be ok, right?
When I wake every morning, right away I start wondering if or when something bad will happen. I’m always looking out of windows, I’m paranoid, jumpy, nervous, timid, and hesitant, and whatever adjective you’ll want to tag this too. And I wonder how many others are like this throughout the say. I wasn’t like this when I was wild and free. Living with no care or worry in the world. But I’ve never adjusted to the adult life at twenty-seven years old. I tell myself every day that I have, but deep down I know damn well that I haven’t done so. My friends are traveling, getting married, having children, seem to be happy with what they’re doing. My whole life I’ve been co-dependent of others and when I stepped away from college in Fergus Falls full-time, it hit me that I couldn’t stand on my own and the downfall began. I see old faces, all the time. I say,
“Things are good” or “I’m doing great!”
But I’m lying to myself and them. I want to be ok though. I want to live a happy life, a functional life. A productive life. More importantly, I want to be happy. Days don’t go by that I wish I can take back the events of New Year’s Day of 2010. I had one of two options. I could either stay with my family to celebrate New Year’s or I could go to party, with my friends. That was the day I knew and found out the hard way that you never choose anything or anyone over your family. Period. But like everything else in my life, my plans were destroyed before they even started. I’m doing what I can, the best I can to build something in my life. To build something great. I want to build my life out of this rubble that it has become to something that I could be proud. Something my family could be proud of. Something that my parents would be proud of. They say it’s easier to say what you really mean on paper. Though I’ve sometimes questioned that notion, I’ve come to find that to be pretty true. I’ve always been good at finding a way with words when talking with people. I always seem that have this “feeling” when to say the right thing at the right time at that moment in time. Maybe I should have gone into literature as a major? Maybe, but I just had to spell check for a typo of literature so I may be rough around the edges. But the idea of literature isn’t too crazy. I find it as one of the most powerful weapons that one could master. In literature, books seem to make it through hundreds maybe even thousands of years, and it’s still as powerful as it was when it was first written. When writing, you need the capability of making every word count that’s on paper. For you, other times for everyone else. Your words are supposed to be what you feel. Your words are meant to keep that drive within you to stay on the gas pedal even when others say to slow the hell down. Today, when people talk, I’ve never listened more intuitively.
I want to write something that means something to someone. You know, I want to write blind faith or a fading summer or just a moment of clarity. It’s like when you go and you see a really great team live for the first time, you know, and nobody’s saying it but everybody’s thinking it: “We have something to believe in again.” I want to write that feeling. But I can’t. And if I can’t be great at it then I don’t want to ruin it. It’s too important to me. It means too much to me and maybe someone else to mess this up. This needs to reach someone. It has to, because I need it to. For my sake. When life comes rushing at you out of the darkness who will you choose to face it with? Will it be someone you trust? Will they be wise? And will their love for you help them to guide you to the light, or will they lose their way in the darkness? June 10, 2014, I tried to commit suicide. June 17, 2014, was the first day I had eaten again since the day I tried killing myself by swallowing a bottle of antidepressants. I’m blessed of having this life that I have. But I’m far from pleased with it. I’ve been homeless for close to 4 years, I’ve been lonely in so many facets of life. I’ve had many of women to go over those years, a couple of girlfriends, but I’ve yet to get attached to someone. There are days where I want someone to share my life with, but when I can barely, and I mean barely care for myself, how do you care for another person in your life? It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re 17 and planning for someday. And then quietly and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life. But what do you do when you continue to do the things you were doing at 17? It isn’t fair to the women, it isn’t fair to you, and it wouldn’t be fair to anyone involved in such a relationship. I want someone in my life. I have some of the most beautiful girls in my life, but the relationships are hell on earth. And I make them that way. I’m like people but I love women. I befriend so many women that I can never gain the trust of the one close to me to trust me of infidelity. I’d take a female friend out to drinks, a ballgame, or even to an outing with friends but I would’ve had even thought twice of bringing my girlfriend at the time. I wouldn’t even know why I would do this but later blame the girlfriend of having trust issues. I’ve needed to find myself before I started dating someone else. I’ve had the no strings attached sexual relationships lately and often but it has only sent my mind into more of a tailspin of confusing and asking myself why I am like this. My life, its, confusing in many ways. What am I? What do I want to become? If there’s ever one thing I want to know, it’ll be one thing and one thing only. But, who am I?
I want to be someone important. I want to be great. But that’s that we’re supposed to say, right? Have you ever wondered what marks our time here? If one life can really make an impact on the world… or if the choices we make matter? I believe they do. And I believe that one man or woman can change many lives. For better… or worse. Sometimes I feel I’m living life reading through a script sometimes as if I’m not living my own life, quite often. There hasn’t been a day in 4 years that I’ve felt I’ve been able to just live and not feel like I’m being left. But why? I don’t know, I never know but I seem to be asking that same question every morning and then later when I lay my head down to sleep. On my sisters couch. I often hear people say that they can’t wait to buy their first home, first car, have their first child, maybe have that lavish wedding of his/her choice. But do you know what I can’t wait to say one day? Well, I’ll tell you. I can’t wait for the day that I can purchase my own bed for the first time. I can’t wait to purchase that dinner for that special someone that they’ll never forget. I want the day that I can awaken one morning and say “Today’s is going to be better than yesterday.” I want to find the day that once given the keys to my place that the next talk is of having a family one soon. Have the family that I’ve never had. Be there to be the father that I’ve never had. To care and show the love to my child that was very rare in my household. To have a day that I have to explain to my kids why being kind to others is so important. Some of these wished many people already have and rather seeing it as a blessing, they see it as a hassle or a burden to be dealing with.
Albert Camus once wrote, “Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.” But I wonder if there’s no breaking then there’s no healing, and if there’s no healing then there’s no learning. And if there’s no learning then there’s no struggle. But the struggle is a part of life. So must all hearts be broken? There was this girl once not too long ago, we’ll call her “Kelsey”, but there was never a day were I didn’t miss her. Trust, insecurity, opening up, letting in and letting go, issue after issue, that’s how I ruined that relationship. I gave her no one reason to trust me even though I did nothing wrong. I never cheated but constantly had female friend’s texting or calling at random times without telling her who they were. Which only upset her and I acted as if I didn’t care. She asked to get into my world, what I was thinking, how I was feeling, was I hurting, to show some sort of feelings of emotions.
I never did.
I asked the same of her.
She never could do it.
Her insecurities help contribute in making me insecure. I found myself going many nights of hanging out asking myself,
“If she cares so much of what those guys think, what is she willing to do for them under intense pressure or stuck in a corner?”
But even still, she was one that I never wanted to let go. Like me, she had been through hell and high waters as well in her life. She’s had a pretty rough go at it, but just a bit different. We were the classic upper middle class or rich girl dating the boy from the other side of the tracks. That first 3-4 months were great up until we went to our separate schools and immediately we started losing what we had. But deep down I knew she was special. She had blond hair, bright blue eyes, gorgeous smile, cute laugh, an amazing rocking body, but more importantly she was highly intelligent. She had so much to offer. But she cared so much of what others thought of her from her weight, her looks, and her hair, who she hanged with, maybe even what her parents thought. But I’m not 100% sure if that last one. But I would never open up to her and she would do the same. She was so defensive but I could never figure out why. I still don’t know to this day.
I was always asking myself,
“Am I not holding her long enough? Tight enough? Do I say something here? How do I make her feel better?”
She was the very first I ever gave a damn about. I was thinking about the finality of it all – how somebody can leave your world in the blink of an eye and be gone forever. It’s too enormous to think about. It’s too hard. And then you’re just supposed to go on, right, like just deal with it, I mean really you’re only supposed to be sad for as long as the flowers last and then, oh, time to go back to telling jokes and reminiscing about the old days. At this moment there are 7.125 billion people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Seven-billion people in the world. Seven-billion souls. And sometimes — all you need is one.
You ever heard the expression ‘The best things in live are free.’ Well that expression is true.’ Every once in a while, people step up they rise above themselves sometimes they surprise you and sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes. It can push pretty hard but if you look close enough, you can find hope in the words of children, in the bars of the song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you’re lucky, if you’re the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back. Truth is still absolute. Believe that. Even when that truth is hard and cold, and more painful than you’ve ever imagined. And even when truth is more cruel than any lie. Will they make noble choices? Or will that person be untested, someone new? Life comes rushing at you from out of the darkness. When it does, is there someone in your life you can count on – someone who will watch over you when you stumble and fall, and in that moment, give you the strength to face your fears alone? There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back.
You can choose to blame your circumstances on fate or bad luck or bad choices. Or you can fight back. Things aren’t always going to be fair in the real world. That’s just the way it is. But for the most part, you get what you give. Rest of your life is being shaped right now. With the dreams you chase, the choices you make, and the person you decide to be. The rest of your life is a long time. And the rest of your life starts right now. Happiness comes in many forms-in the company of good friends, in the feeling you get when you make someone else’s dream come true, or in the promise of hope renewed. It’s okay to let yourself be happy because you never know how fleeting that happiness might be. I’ve come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I’m a failure. The important thing is not to be bitter over life’s disappointments. Learn to let go of the past. And recognize that every day won’t be sunny, and when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember it’s only in the black of night you see the stars. And those stars will lead you back home. So don’t be afraid to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, cause most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you’ll get everything you wish for. Maybe you’ll get more than you ever could have imagined. Who knows where life will take you. The road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination.
You ever look a picture of yourself, and see a stranger in the background?
It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other peoples life have we been in. Were we a part of someone’s life when their dream came true or were we there when their dream died. Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were somehow destined to be there or did the shot take us by surprise. Just think, you could be a big part of someone else’s life, and not even know it.
Make a wish and place it in your heart. Anything you want, everything you want. Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true. You never know where the next miracle is going to come from, the next smile, the next wish come true. But if you believe that it’s right around the corner, and you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you’re wishing for. The world is full of magic. You just have to believe in it. So, make your wish. Do you have it? Good. Now, believe in it with all you heart…You can find the good in everybody, if you just give them a chance. To give those people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes, people disappoint you. Sometimes they surprise you. But you never really get to know them…until you listen for what’s in their hearts. That’s what we should do for others. So for you skeptics out there, prepare to be surprised.
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I have watched more salespeople and companies pitch their ideas over the years than I care to count. And during thousands of interviews with consumers about how they use different products and services and respond to marketing messages, I have honed the craft of ferreting out telltale signs of lies and omissions.
From that experience, I am going to let you in on a little secret about a word you should stop using immediately.
It is “actually.”
For the experienced listener, “actually” is a dead giveaway of an area that at the least needs to be further investigated, and may point at a deception.
Let me explain. When you use the word “actually” properly, you are comparing two thoughts and providing clarification.
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Gruden won’t rule out Cousins keeping job over a healthy RG3
Originally posted on SiriusXM Blog:
Even if Monday Night’s game between the Philadelphia Eagles and Indianapolis Colts doesn’t feature anybody on your current fantasy football roster, there is one player you may want to keep an eye on: Jordan Matthews.
Matthews, the Eagles’ second round pick in the 2014 NFL Draft, was quiet Week 1, finishing with two catches on four targets for 37 yards. SiriusXM Fantasy Sports Radio’s Matt Camp and Joe Dolan are playing the long game with Matthews, though, ranking him favorably with wide receivers such as St. Louis Rams wide receiver Brian Quick and Houston Texans wide receiver DeAndre Hopkins.
Highlights of the analysis from Camp and Dolan:
- “If I’m looking to the future, I wanna pick up Jordan Matthews.”
- “Say what you will about depth charts and all that; officially, Jordan Matthews was promoted this week.”
- “People would be going absolutely nuts for Jordan Matthews on the waiver…
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I was a huge Kansas City Chiefs fan as a kid, and there are three big reasons why:
1. I lived in St. Louis between the time the Cardinals left for Arizona and when the Rams moved there in 1995. I had to look outside my city for some TDs.
2. Eventually, Joe Montana moved from the 49ers to the Chiefs. Swoon!
3. A boy I had a huge crush on wore a KC Chiefs jacket and so, really, I never stood a chance.
I’d watch games on the weekend on an old black-and-white television I was lucky enough to have in my room. I’d stay up late to watch the scores on TV whenever a game wasn’t televised. I’d try to talk to friends or family about the Chiefs but aside from my crush-worthy dreamboat, who I couldn’t approach due to my nerves and shyness, no one was interested. No one seemed…
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Originally posted on CBS Atlanta:
5. Washington Redskins
Robert Griffin III took the league by storm two years ago and put up a phenomenal rookie campaign, leading his team to a division title. Last year, he was injured and ineffective, and it seems to have carried over to 2014. Yes, Kirk Cousins relieved RGIII and did an admirable job, but it was possibly against one of the worst teams in the league in the Jaguars. DeSean Jackson is banged up as well after coming over from the Eagles, and the defense has played just OK so far, which is an upgrade from the poor play they displayed a season ago.
4. New York Giants
Eli Manning and Tom Coughlin have won two Super Bowls together, both in spectactular fashion over the New England Patriots. It seems their run is coming to a tragic end. Yes, Eli should keep putting numbers up because it’s a QB…
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Twitter is the headquarters of the control freak. It’s a social network for those who want everlasting control over what they see and from whom they see it. It’s the social network for those who want to bless people by following their digital auras, depending on if they prefer ethos (power Twitter), pathos (animal pictures / rage Twitter), or logos (wonk Twitter).
“Social sharing is a popular but controversial way to measure the value of information itself.” – Me, explaining why people share on Twitter, These Tiny Gutenbergs, Part Two
Twitter is experimenting with a new feed function to rip this god-like control out of your pure, innocent, OCD-hands, in favor of showing you content only tangentially related to who you follow.
Encouraging rogue tweets to infiltrate your feed is a great thing because Twitter has a huge problem we should all care about: community silos which are based on groupthink or industry, and…
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