Like the rest of us, the basketball is just passing through. The hands that move it are big and strong, black, brown, and white, from all over the world.  Their fingers barely graze leather, there’s no time to hold, let alone grip as the orb darts down low, swings around the perimeter and lands in the …

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How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love Social Media I’ve always hated social media and my reasons are the obvious ones: it’s a permission slip to be loud, stupid, and mean; it disconnects more than it connects; it’s freedom without accountability, which is not freedom at all; it’s porn-easy, poopatorium-deep, sugar in your gums; …

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