Carson Rainbolt @CarsonRainbolt

“Justin Herbert has no support!” • 1st-round WR • 1st-round RB • Two 2nd-round WRs • 1st-round LT • 1st-round RT • National title-winning HC • Hottest OC hire of the cycle • Top-five fanbase in football How much more help does he need?

Can't wait to hear how Herbert takes no blame for this one

Justin Herbert might legitimately be the greatest QB to ever touch a football if he just had: - A top offensive line - The best weapons in football - A top-tier defense - Andy Reid calling the shots - Madison Beer keeping him energized on the sidelines - World hunger completely eradicated - Clean water accessible to every human - The entire planet powered by renewable energy - No more wars or global conflict - Free education for everyone - Free healthcare for everyone - Worldwide poverty eliminated - Complete equality regardless of race, gender, or background - Climate change completely reversed - Technology that benefits humanity without exploiting it - Mental health checkups as common as physicals - Universal work-life balance - Innovation focused on sustainability instead of profit - Borders that encourage cooperation instead of division - Empathy taught in every school - Universal animal rights - Zero government corruption - Art and culture completely free from censorship - Free, green and efficient transportation - Housing guaranteed for everyone - Every major disease cured - Space exploration that unites humanity - Pollution-free oceans - Forests regenerating faster than we can lose them - Ethical and unbiased AI - Stronger communities around the world - Forgiveness replacing grudges - Lifelong education available to everyone - Justice systems focused on rehabilitation - Thriving biodiversity across every ecosystem - Economies focused on human well-being instead of endless growth - Creativity valued as highly as productivity - Clean air in every city - Technology that eliminates language barriers - Compassionate elderly care - Every child growing up safe and loved - Renewable resources replacing finite ones - Volunteerism becoming a global cultural norm - Scientific discoveries freely shared with humanity - Religious and spiritual freedom alongside secular progress - All waste efficiently transformed into useful resources - Enough leisure time for everyone to actually enjoy life - Democracies that truly represent every voice - Healthy nutrition available worldwide - Protection from natural disasters through advanced preparation - Every culture’s history preserved and celebrated - Technology somehow solving loneliness - Equal opportunity for everyone - Gratitude becoming the foundation of human relationships - Humanity embracing curiosity as its guiding principle That’s it. That’s literally all Justin Herbert needs.

I've seen enough. Bears v. Jags Super Bowl

These kids that make TikTok edits are special Man, the things I’d do for a 2nd Spieth run

I chose the green door ninety-three days ago. At the time, it seemed obviously correct. Not even a close call. The red door offered two billion dollars immediately—a sum so large it would solve every material problem I'd ever face, fund any project I could imagine, and still leave enough to give away amounts that would meaningfully change thousands of lives. But two billion is a number. It has a fixed relationship to the economy, to the things money can buy, to the world. The green door offered one dollar that doubles every day. I remember standing there, doing the mental math. Day 30: about a billion dollars. Day 40: over a trillion. Day 50: a quadrillion. The red door would be surpassed before the first month ended, and after that, the gap would grow incomprehensibly fast. Choosing the red door would be like choosing a ham sandwich over a genie's lamp because you were hungry right now. So I walked through the green door. The first few weeks were unremarkable. I had a dollar, then two, then four. By day ten I had $512, which felt like finding money in an old jacket. By day twenty I had over a million, and I started getting calls from financial advisors I'd never contacted. By day thirty-one I had crossed the two-billion threshold—officially richer than I would have been behind the red door. I didn't understand what was happening until around day sixty. The money, you see, had to exist somewhere. Not philosophically—I mean physically. Digitally. When I checked my bank balance, a computer somewhere had to store that number. And storing the number 2^n requires n bits. One bit per day. That's it. That's the rate at which my fortune's representation grows. A linear function. Almost comically modest. But here's what I'd failed to understand about exponential growth: the value doesn't care about the representation. The bits grow linearly. The dollars they encode grow exponentially. And dollars make claims on the physical world. Day sixty. My balance: 2^60 dollars. About 1.15 quintillion. Roughly 1,000 times the entire global GDP. The number itself required only 60 bits to store—less than a tweet, less than this sentence, trivially small from an information-theoretic perspective. But money is not information. Money is a claim. The calls started coming from the Treasury Department. Polite, confused, increasingly frantic. They explained that the M2 money supply of the United States was approximately 21 trillion dollars. I now held about 15,000 times that amount. When I tried to spend any of it—even a tiny fraction—the transaction represented a claim on more goods and services than the entire human economy had ever produced in its history. "The number in your account," a Treasury official said, "is not meaningful." "It's in your computer," I replied. "The computer," she said carefully, "does not understand what the number represents." Day seventy-five. 2^75 dollars. I could purchase—in principle—roughly 350 million copies of the entire Earth's annual economic output. The representation remained elegant: 75 bits. Nine and a half bytes. I could write my net worth on a Post-it note in binary. But representations aren't wealth. Wealth is factories, farmland, human labor, time, attention, atoms arranged into useful configurations. And I had laid claim to more atoms than existed. This is where it gets strange. The global financial system is, at its core, a system of ledgers. Distributed, reconciled, audited. When the Federal Reserve's systems recorded my balance, and Chase's systems recorded my balance, and the IRS's systems recorded my balance, those numbers had to match. And they did match—trivially, easily, using a handful of bytes each. But then the systems tried to do things with the number. Calculate taxes owed. Assess systemic risk. Determine what fraction of GDP was held by a single individual. Run inflation models. Price assets in a market that now included a participant with claims exceeding the value of all other claims combined. Day eighty-two. The S&P 500 became undefined. Not zero, not infinity—undefined. My proportional ownership of the market, if I chose to exercise it, exceeded 100%. The shares I could theoretically purchase outnumbered the shares that existed. Financial models divide by market cap; market cap now included a term that broke the arithmetic. Day eighty-five. The International Monetary Fund published a paper titled "On the Representability of Post-Scarcity Claims." It concluded that exchange rates could no longer be calculated because the dollar itself had become paradoxical—simultaneously the world's reserve currency and a unit of measurement that had lost all meaning. My balance on day eighty-five: 2^85 dollars. Still just 85 bits. About ten and a half bytes. The representation remained trivial. The reality it pointed to had become impossible. Day ninety. I tried to buy a coffee. The transaction failed. Not because of insufficient funds, not because of a technical error, but because the payment system could not determine a meaningful exchange rate. My card represented a claim on approximately 10^27 dollars. The coffee cost $4.50. The ratio between these numbers—the percentage of my wealth the coffee would cost—was so small that it rounded to zero in every floating-point system on Earth. I could not pay because the act of payment required representing a number smaller than any computer could distinguish from nothing. I offered to pay in cash. I had a twenty. The barista looked at me like I'd offered to pay with a seashell. "Where did you get physical currency?" she asked. That's when I realized: I had broken cash too. The Treasury had stopped printing bills three weeks earlier. Why maintain physical currency when one account holder could—at any moment—claim more dollars than had ever been printed in human history? The symbolic relationship between paper and value had always been a polite fiction, but my existence had made the fiction impossible to maintain. Day ninety-three. Today. My balance is 2^93 dollars: approximately 10^28. About 10 billion times the estimated value of all assets on Earth. The representation requires 93 bits. Twelve bytes. Smaller than my name. The economy hasn't collapsed, exactly. People still trade, still work, still produce. But they've stopped using dollars. They've had to. A currency in which one person holds virtually infinite units is not a currency at all—it's a monopoly ticket that everyone has silently agreed to stop playing with. I keep thinking about what money actually is. It's not the bits. The bits are trivial; they always were. It's not even the paper or the gold or the entries in a ledger. Money is a shared agreement about who has claims on what. A story we tell together about value and exchange and debt. I broke the story. Not through violence, not through fraud, not through any action more dramatic than walking through a door and watching a number tick upward. Just by existing. Just by holding a claim that grew faster than the world's ability to honor it. The red door offered two billion dollars. A large but finite claim. A claim that fit within the story, that could be exchanged and spent and taxed and inherited. A claim the world could accommodate. The green door offered something else entirely: a claim that would grow until it consumed all other claims, until the very concept of claiming became incoherent. I still have the 93 bits. They're sitting on a server somewhere, humming along, doubling quietly at midnight. By next week they'll represent more dollars than there are atoms in the observable universe. And I still can't buy a coffee.

Bill Nye the Football Guy @JacoryMerritt15 | #RaiseHail

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We haven’t been shutdown

this hole is going to be impossible for all the guys underhand throwing their ball at the hole from five feet away this week

TaylorMade Golf @TaylorMadeGolf

a year ago

Nightmare fuel. 😱 #TeamTaylorMade

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@Sole0526 Agreed

How bout them OKLAHOMA STATE Cowboys??? You won't believe this box from Stillwater and I have to say what an incredible program and tradition the Cowboys have! There is some really incredible stuff in here! Thank you Coach Gundy and @CowboyFB for this amazing box... GO POKES!

@KylePorterNS Ben Griffin wins and Maxfli overtakes Titleist as top ball in golf. #LEGENDARY

@twb_06 @KP_Omaha @HailStateBB Wait first chip in school history? Any sport? Tell me that's not true. I'd rename it Chris Lemonis University

@KylePorterNS I'm looking forward to JT shooting the course record Friday and still missing the cut

March Madness finally happened but it was College Wrestling

You have to say pwease and tank you, Mistow Zensky