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Yahoo
3 days ago
- Sport
- Yahoo
"You guys are out having a good time, I'm in the gym working" - Grant Hill said the encounter with Larry Bird in 1992 taught him how to be a pro
"You guys are out having a good time, I'm in the gym working" - Grant Hill said the encounter with Larry Bird in 1992 taught him how to be a pro originally appeared on Basketball Network. Before Grant Hill stepped foot in the NBA, he had the opportunity to rub elbows with not just ordinary professional ballers, but the supreme legends of the sport. In the summer of 1992, the Duke standout, along with college stars Chris Webber, Penny Hardaway, Allan Houston, Jamal Mashburn and others, were selected to play a scrimmage against the original Dream Team. Meeting Larry Legend Hanging out with the likes of Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen, Karl Malone, Clyde Drexler and other legends taught Hill a lot about the sport, from a technical, tactical and physical standpoint. Among all his encounters with the 1992 Dream Team, his random meeting with Boston Celtics Larry Bird was the most unforgettable. In just a few words, Bird taught them what it took to be a legend in basketball. "The thing that I saw was just the competitiveness and the work ethic. I remember, we had practice one day and then we all went to the beach -- we did something as players -- and we got back and we were getting on the elevator, and Larry Bird gets on the elevator," Hill recalled, per ESPN. "He's the oldest guy on the team. But he just came from the gym. He was shooting. And he was talking trash. He was like, 'You guys are out having a good time, I'm in the gym working.' And the next day he came and put on a clinic. He just was on fire," Grant stated. Hill and the others understood the assignment. Bird was at the tail end of his career then. He had back problems and all sorts of injuries. But this did not stop him from putting in the work. It didn't matter if he was expected to play limited minutes. Larry Legend stayed ready by warming up his hand every chance he the Dream Team Hill said their encounter with Bird boosted their confidence. It was what powered them to defeat the Dream Team in that infamous scrimmage that sent the nation into a frenzy. Americans expected the Dream Team to annihilate every foe placed in front of them. And so they were nothing but disappointed when word got out that a bunch of college kids destroyed them. However, it was revealed later that Jordan, easily the best scorer in the squad, did not play as much in the Dream Team vs Select Team scrimmage. Chuck Daly made a tactical choice to humble his team. Meanwhile, the Select Team's stock plummeted, and many claimed their victory wasn't worth celebrating. Webber clapped back against such arguments. "I thought it was such a disrespect," Webber said. "If I was Scottie Pippen, if I was Karl Malone, if I was John Stockton, it's such disrespect to say, 'Oh, they were winning. But I looked on the side and noticed Michael Jordan was sitting down.'" "Y'all the best players in the world, what Jordan got to do with this? First of all, even with Jordan and if Jordan didn't play, it's still a story," Chris added. Indeed, the Select Team should be properly acknowledged for defeating the 1992 Dream Team. But that alone should not define them as players. Hill, Webber and the other players part of that young squad established their own names later on when they stepped foot in the story was originally reported by Basketball Network on Jul 25, 2025, where it first appeared.
Yahoo
5 days ago
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
Tyler Perry Says He Fired His Aunt Because She 'Wouldn't Come to Work': 'That Doesn't Work for Me'
Tyler Perry is opening up about working with family. The director, 55, appeared as a guest on the July 20 episode of YouTube series Den of Kings, where he shared with host Kirk Franklin and fellow guests Derrick Hayes and Jay "Jeezy" Jenkins a recent experience in which he hired an aunt to work for him. "She said she wanted a job. She would always call asking for money. I said, 'Okay,' I would send her the money," Perry told the group. "But then I was like, 'Listen, I want to help you. I want to help you build this thing, not be welfare to you. So, let me give you a job.' " The Madea's Destination Wedding director and actor said his aunt ended up not coming to work. "So, I'm like, 'Okay, well you gotta go.' You want me to hand you the money, but you don't want to work for it. See, that doesn't work for me.' Never miss a story — sign up for to stay up-to-date on the best of what PEOPLE has to offer, from celebrity news to compelling human interest stories. Perry continued, noting that he holds the same standards of work ethic for his 10-year-old son Aman. "There are certain things that he wants. He has to do chores and work for it. I don't believe in just giving us things that are just going to handicap us. That is the worst thing you can do." The Emmy winner also revealed that after his mother passed away in 2009, he sent letters to family members saying they needed to get a job within 60 days because he would not be financially supporting them anymore. "Are you serious?" Franklin asked, to which Perry replied, "100%. They all got jobs." Perry most recently debuted the latest film in the Madea movie franchise, Tyler Perry's Madea's Destination Wedding, which comes amid the 20th anniversary of the franchise overall. Reflecting on two decades of entertaining audiences onscreen with Madea, Perry told PEOPLE, "I'm filled with a tremendous amount of pride when I think of how Madea has continuously captivated audiences throughout the years." "She's meant to bring joy, laughter and comfort, and to see people are still watching and enjoying is a wonderful thing," he added. Read the original article on People
Globe and Mail
21-07-2025
- General
- Globe and Mail
Losing my job revealed parts of myself I didn't know were missing
First Person is a daily personal piece submitted by readers. Have a story to tell? See our guidelines at I lost my job in early 2025, and at first, I thought it was the end of the world – or at least the part I had built a good part of my identity around. As an older-ish millennial, I've always had a strong work ethic. I prioritized work constantly, felt responsible for everything and carried guilt like a phone full of screenshots I'll never organize but refuse to delete. I tried to run the mad race of parenting a young child, managing a home, keeping up with social obligations, avoiding ultraprocessed foods and getting in my 10,000 steps – all while answering Teams messages faster than a teenager on TikTok. It was exhausting. I worked long hours, skipped dinners and mentally labelled every shower thought as 'high priority.' I genuinely loved my work and my team, and I prided myself on doing things well. Every small win gave me a hit of dopamine that made the whole cycle addictive. I wore my stress like a fitness tracker: the higher the numbers, the better I thought I was doing. Then one morning, I was let go. Provincial budget cuts – just like that. Luckily, I have a supportive partner and didn't need to find something immediately. Even with the privilege to coast for a few months, I couldn't relax right away. I didn't know what to do with myself. I'd still wake up at 6 a.m. out of habit. I felt guilty for relaxing. I missed my performance metrics. I missed feeling needed. But something shifted. One afternoon, I picked my daughter up from school. Not in the usual rushed, 'get-in-the-car-we're-already-late' kind of way – but slowly. We walked home together. No e-mails pinging. No podcast trying to 'optimize' my parenting. Just … walking. And I heard it. Our feet on gravel. The rustle of trees. Cars zooming by and the occasional screech of tires. But, somehow, even those sounds felt real, grounding, peaceful even. I felt untied from the pace of the world for a moment, fully present. We stopped at Tim Hortons. She got a sprinkle donut the size of her face. We lingered at the park. Blew on dandelions. Chatted with neighbours a little too long. Wandered into the library to browse books. We sat on a bench, no time frame in mind, people-watching: 'That guy looks like he just realized he forgot his keys.' 'That lady's wearing pajama pants and heels – respect.' It felt like vacation vibes – but we were three blocks from home. Over the next few days, we kept walking. We took the long way to nowhere. Past a pond where some aggressively territorial geese reminded me who really runs these streets in Ontario. We'd pause for ice cream, admire sidewalk chalk drawings that had definitely seen better days and stop to observe what my daughter calls her favourite animal: the humble, cute little potato bug. Watching my daughter's joy, her curiosity about absolutely everything – from puddles to excavators – and realizing this is how life is supposed to feel. We've built this go-go-go culture like it's a virtue. But humans didn't evolve to sprint through life with Teams notifications in one hand and a protein bar in the other. We evolved to wander. To cook slowly. To tell stories. To read for hours without checking our phones. To make soup and actually taste it before drowning it in sriracha and moving on. These past few months, cooking stopped feeling like a task to 'get done' by 6:15 p.m. It became something I enjoyed. I finally understood why people say 'cooking is love made visible.' I even started reading The Lord of the Rings – a book that had been sitting on my to-read list for years, too dense for the life I used to rush through. Now, I'm making time for the stories I once thought I was too busy to enjoy – and for the parts of myself I'd quietly left behind. I'm not saying I don't need to work. Bills still exist, and my daughter still thinks money grows on credit cards. But I am saying that I won't go back to the version of me that put work above everything. Losing my job gave me back parts of myself I didn't even know were missing. Joy in the in-between moments. The space to feel wonder and the quiet satisfaction of doing nothing with someone you love. And the understanding that love doesn't have to look like self-sacrifice – it can look like a slow walk home, a geese standoff or the smell of perfectly toasted garlic. If you've been living life in fast-forward, maybe this is your sign to press pause. Take the long way home. Read a book just because. Make dinner like it's an art project, not a checklist. You don't need to wait for a layoff to slow down – you can choose to live differently now. Because life isn't meant to be squeezed in around the edges of work. It's meant to be lived. This isn't just a pause – it's a reset. From now on, life will come first. Family will come first. And work? It'll have to catch up. Sonia Upadhya lives in Milton, Ont.
Times
20-07-2025
- Entertainment
- Times
Anne mirabilis: a popular princess who deserves all the plaudits
Princess Anne intends to work until the age of 90, like her father HODA DAVAINE/GETTY IMAGES W e are often told that longer lifespans mean we must expect to work beyond the traditional retirement age. Princess Anne appears to have taken this to heart. She will celebrate her 75th birthday next month but shows little sign of slowing down. Last year she carried out 474 official engagements. That is a work ethic even republicans can admire. It is surely no coincidence that polls consistently show her to be among the most popular of the royals. She has lived through turbulent decades for the monarchy, and on more than one occasion the behaviour of others in her family has risked damaging public support for the institution. Through it all she has quietly knuckled down and got on with the job. Anne's vigour is an inspiration to those of advanced years, and her wider approach is an example to all of us. She has focused on duties, not perks; substance, not style. There are others in her family who might take note.
The Sun
12-07-2025
- Politics
- The Sun
Norman Tebbit was a wise politician whose destiny was decided by love… he should be seen as an inspiration to all
NORMAN TEBBIT has died at the age of 94, but we shall feel his steely, steadfast presence for many years to come. Because nobody ever came closer to diagnosing what ails this country better than Norman 'Bites Yer Legs' Tebbit. 6 6 Derided in his prime as a knuckle-dragging skinhead by his lefty political opponents and soft-bellied satirists, Tebbit was, in reality, the most wise and prescient of politicians. It feels like he saw it all in his Chingford crystal ball — our nation's post-Covid torpor, the lazy working from home culture, the 4.2million working age individuals now claiming health benefits. Norman saw it all coming — this country fit for skivers that we have become. So Tebbit's words become even more relevant as time goes by. 'My father did not riot,' he said, in response to the view that the widespread riots of 1981 were caused by unemployment. 'He got on his bike and looked for work, and he kept looking until he found it.' Norman Tebbit never told anyone to get on their bike. What he said was that his father got on his own bike during the Great Depression, proving that nobody should ever rely on the state to feed their family when they can do it themselves. It is ultimately the most life-affirming of belief systems. The state is NOT the answer to each and every human problem. We are better human beings — healthier, happier, more at peace with ourselves — if we can solve our own problems. This was not the patrician Conservatism of the past. This was the Tory creed of the future — born not on the playing fields of Eton but in the streets of Essex. So much of what goes on today would have had Norman's skull-like head tightening with fury. Tebbit was never against immigration — he was against a lack of INTEGRATION, and knew in his bones that a multi- racial, multicultural country would never work unless we all believed in the same values, and if we all felt the same pride and affection in the country we call home. Norman Tebbit lived. He transformed two years of National Service into a visa to another life — becoming a pilot first for the RAF, and later for the British Overseas Airways Corporation. Appalling injuries He once crawled from a burning cockpit after smashing the glass. That is what he was doing at an age when today's MPs were getting their PPE degrees at Oxford or working as human rights lawyers. No wonder Norman had the bottle to take on the big beasts of the trade union movement. Tebbit believed in the power of the individual — to pay their way, to change their life, to look after and protect those they love. It is the brand of Conservatism that believes we all prosper when the raw animal spirit of private enterprise is unleashed. All the nanny-state policies that have killed that spirit — prolonged lockdowns, endless state handouts, massive pay rises for public sector unions, the conviction of both Tory and Labour politicians that the British people need the state to wipe our helpless bottoms — were all anathema to Norman Tebbit. It is ironic that he is seen as a hard man, an uncaring man. Because there was nobody more compassionate than Tebbit. He was a man whose destiny was decided by love. Norman Tebbit, modern working-class Conservatism made flesh and blood and bone, could reasonably have expected to take over from Margaret Thatcher when her time was done. Instead, he gave his life to another Margaret — his wife of 64 years, who was paralysed from the neck down in the IRA bombing of Brighton's Grand Hotel at the Tory Party Conference of 1984. Tebbit also suffered appalling injuries in the terrorist attack that caused him great pain for the rest of his life. But his beloved wife would never walk again and would always need help with everyday tasks. So Norman walked away from his career to care for Margaret. He was always by her side. There was never anything more important in his world than the wife who, he knew, was not even that interested in politics. 'An inspiration to all Conservatives,' Kemi Badenoch called Norman Tebbit. I would put it even higher. Norman Tebbit was an inspiration to the human race. WRITER HIT BY SALT BURNS 6 THE Salt Path is a beautiful book. But the reason Raynor Winn's story exploded – a massive bestseller turned into a film starring Gillian Anderson and Jason Isaacs – is because its tale of a destitute married couple walking England's South West Coast Path was pitched to the world as an 'unflinchingly honest' true story. And that now seems, ahem, unlikely. Some of the alleged fabrications, uncovered by a forensic investigation by the Observer newspaper, are merely embarrassing. Raynor Winn and her partner Moth were once called plain old Sally and Tim Walker. Moth's terminal illness CBD – in The Salt Path he is presented as a man with one hiking boot in the grave – is perhaps not quite as terminal as it is cracked up to be. Nine neurologists raised a wry eyebrow at the notion of Moth living for so many years (12 and counting) with a condition that was expected to kill him in six to eight years. In response, Winn has posted letters addressed to Timothy Walker, which she said showed he had been treated for CBD for 'many years'. But one letter said Moth was 'affected very mildly' by CBD, another suggested he had an 'atypical' form of the condition. But the truly damaging allegation is that Winn embezzled a previous employer, the late Martin Hemmings, out of £64,000 when she was his bookkeeper – and that is why she eventually became homeless. 'Her claims that it was all just a business deal that went wrong really upset me,' says Hemmings' widow, Ros. 'Highly misleading,' said Raynor Winn of the Observer expose – later issuing a lengthy statement offering vague 'regrets' about 'past mistakes', maintaining her book was 'accurate'. Which doesn't really clear things up, does it? The Salt Path's millions of readers have a right to know if this beloved book is ultimately based on lies. And a grubby crime. Until then, we will just have to think of it as The-Pinch-of-Salt-Path. SO WHY NO ROMP ROUND TWO, CHARLIZE? CHARLIZE THERON, 49, tells the Call Her Daddy podcast about an amazing one-night stand. 'I've probably had three one-night stands in my entire life,' confesses the actress. 'But I did recently f* a 26-year-old and it was really f*ing amazing.' Lucky Charlize. Even luckier 26-year-old! But I am just a teeny-weeny bit sceptical about tales of one-off brief encounters where the earth moves. Because if it was really that incredible, then why wouldn't you do it all again next week? SPLAT'S A WINNER 6 ED SHEERAN is putting some of his paintings on sale to raise money for his Ed Sheeran Foundation, which helps provide inclusive music education for children. And like many of the singer's melodies, the man's artwork is disarmingly beautiful. A paint-stained Ed poses before a large canvas that has been splattered with colours from multiple directions. It looks like paintings by John Squire of the Stones Roses, another musician who was a dab hand at abstract expressionism. Both Ed and John paint in the style of Jackson Pollock, who revolutionised art after the war with his 'drip technique'. So don't be alarmed if someone says Ed Sheeran's paintings resemble a load of old Pollocks. Because that's a compliment. FEARS OVER RICKY RICKY HATTON, 46, is planning to supplement his pension pot by stepping back into the ring against Eisa Al Dah in Dubai in December. Those of us who love and admire the Hit Man can't help but have mixed emotions. For we all remember Ricky's heavy defeats to Manny Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather. We know about his struggles with depression outside the ring. And yet Hatton deserves a comfortable retirement. Who can begrudge him one more big pay day? And yet who cannot be worried for him? We are right to have mixed emotions about Hatton coming back. It is being called an Oasis-style return. Please. Noel and Liam are not going to get smacked in the cakehole while touring. Fingers crossed! AFTER the state visit of Monsieur le President and Madame Macron, there is a lot of chatter about French chic. But the most sophisticated woman at that state banquet was Catherine, Princess of Wales. Just look at the devastating impact she had on the French president himself. Kate's radiant presence turned Macron into a total winker. MIXED reviews for the new Superman reboot. But the latest Man Of Steel does have a lovely dog – Krypto, who has his own little red cape. Krypto's breed? CGI. So he is not going to need much grooming.
