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Marcus Eng retweeted
This is the worst free kick I’ve ever seen teapawt.net/BurnerAFC/status/20937…
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Ferran Torres, delantero que hizo a España campeona mundial con su gol, es una de las caras más visibles del fútbol en la lucha contra el abandono y maltrato animal ♥️🐶
Creció jugando fútbol con sus perritos y ahora rescata y apoya fundaciones
Crack dentro y fuera del campo
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This wasn't allowed in public incase it offended anyone. So please don't retweet it. Thanks 🙏dutchbarn.com
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It’s a beautiful thing to see the whole world come together for a common reason - to fuckin hate Argentina.
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Odysseus was away from his home for 20 years, ten years fighting in the Trojan War and ten more years struggling at sea before being "washed ashore" in Ithaca, at his home. After everything he endured, he returned to Ithaca alone, aged, weary, burdened with suffering and sorrow, and unrecognizable to everyone.
Dressed in rags so no one would recognize him, he was accompanied by Eumaeus, the swineherd, who also did not recognize him. As they approached the palace, Odysseus saw Argos, his beloved dog and friend who had missed him during his time in Ilion (Troy), now in a very miserable state.
Homer describes Argos as covered in ticks, neglected, lying still as if waiting for something, his death, but not quite ready yet. A brief conversation takes place over Argos between Odysseus and Eumaeus, after which Odysseus enters the hall with the suitors.
Now, Argos is ready to die. He can finally take his last breath, as the moment he had waited for over 20 years had arrived, he saw his best friend one last time. His longing and hope for the return of his master had kept him alive for 20 whole years.
Only Argos recognized him. The hero Odysseus, deeply moved, could not hold back a tear, which he secretly wiped away so that Eumaeus wouldn’t see it and suspect something.
"νόσφιν απομόρξατο δάκρυ"
"he secretly wiped away his tear."
Homer writes:
Rhapsody ρ, Line 290
Thus they were speaking to each other, But the dog, lying down, lifted his head and ears; Argos, Odysseus’ faithful dog, whom he once raised but never got to enjoy, as Odysseus left early for sacred Ilion (Troy).
295.
... lying in a pile of dung spilled in front of the gates by mules and cattle, which the servants took to fertilize Odysseus' estate.
300.
There Argos lay, full of ticks. The moment he sensed Odysseus near him, he wagged his tail and lowered both ears, but he couldn’t get up to reach him. Odysseus saw him from afar and secretly wiped away his tear so Eumaeus wouldn’t notice, and then he asked him:
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"A wonder, this dog, Eumaeus, lying in the manure. He is good in body, but I’m not sure if he’s as swift as he is beautiful, or if he’s one of those table-fed dogs of men, kept only as an ornament by lords."
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As he said this, he entered the well-built house and went straight into the hall with the shining suitors. And the fate of black death seized Argos, immediately after he saw Odysseus for the first time in twenty years..
Homer Pavlos✍️
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The greatest warrior who ever lived was told, after his death, that he should be happy.
His answer is one of the most devastating things ever written...
Achilles had been given a choice while alive: a long, quiet, forgotten life at home, or a short one at Troy that would make his name immortal. He chose glory. He chose to die young and be remembered forever.
In the Odyssey, Odysseus goes down into the land of the dead, and Achilles comes to meet him. Odysseus tries to comfort him. He tells him he has nothing to mourn:
"For of old, when thou wast alive, we Argives honored thee even as the gods, and now that thou art here, thou rulest mightily among the dead. Wherefore grieve not at all that thou art dead, Achilles."
You are the most blessed man who ever lived, he says. You were worshipped in life, and now you are a king among the dead. What is there to grieve?
Achilles answers immediately:
"Nay, seek not to speak soothingly to me of death, glorious Odysseus. I should choose, so I might live on earth, to serve as the hireling of another, of some portionless man whose livelihood was but small, rather than to be lord over all the dead that have perished."
He would rather be a day labourer, working someone else's field, for a master so poor he can barely feed him. He would take that life over ruling every soul that ever died...
Achilles chose to die young so that his name would live forever. And then, in the Odyssey, Homer let him speak from the other side of that choice. And this is his answer, to Odysseus and to us: being remembered is not the same as being alive. And the ordinary day you are living right now is the thing the greatest hero in the world would trade eternity to have back.
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In America they told me the football game starts at 1 PM.
I arrived at 1 PM.
I was five hours late.
The parking lot was already a city.
A man had built a living room beside his truck. Not metaphorically. He had a couch. A television. A chandelier powered by a generator the size of a small horse.
He was grilling enough meat to feed a village, and when I walked past he said, "You hungry?"
I said I had not been invited.
He looked at me the way you look at someone who has apologized for breathing.
"Brother," he said. "You're here. That's the invitation."
He handed me a plate. It was not a small plate. The brisket hung over the edges like a man sleeping in a bed he has outgrown.
I ate it standing beside a stranger's couch in a parking lot in October, and it was among the finest meals of my life.
A woman across the row had a tent, a smoker, a speaker system, and a flag so large it could have sheltered a family of five beneath it.
She had been here since 6 AM.
The game had not started.
The game, I began to realize, was not the point.
I asked the man what time he would go inside the stadium.
He said, "Depends."
I asked on what.
He said, "On whether the ribs are done."
I want to be clear. He had a ticket. He had driven four hours. He had assembled a small civilization from the back of a pickup truck.
And he was considering not going to the game.
Because the ribs were not ready.
In Japan we tailgate nothing. We do not build living rooms in parking lots. We do not grill for strangers.
We sit quietly on trains and think about whether we remembered to bow at the right angle.
I have since attended eleven tailgates.
I have never once cared who won the game.
Nobody has.
The game is inside the stadium.
America is in the parking lot.
Marcus Eng retweeted
🗣️ Javier Hernández:
“I have never seen a team get favored and protected like Argentina in a World Cup, ever in my lifetime.
I couldn’t believe my eyes watching that first half. I think it was Enzo Fernández who elbowed Elliott in the back of the head, and the referee stood there and did absolutely nothing—not even a yellow card.
They were playing dirty, committing foul after foul, yet no yellow cards were given. This makes Messi’s World Cup questionable because, if we’re being honest, Argentina has been getting protected since the group stage, and the same thing happened in the 2022 World Cup.
No one should be proud of winning a World Cup this way.”
