Show Me Your Vanishing Act One More TimeHoo boy, the Wizards fucking STINK. People saw murmurs of a Clippers team in Lob City that didn’t sing campfire songs with one another after games and fans thought it was a war zone. The prop bet for when a Wizard is going to throw a punch at his own teammate is now off the board. Currently at 5–11, nothing about this Wizards team works.
When my son comes home from school, the first thing he does while he eats his snack is log onto the GOAT app, or head over to StockX, and see the latest drops of sneakers. Kicks, as millennials refer to them today, are today’s substitute for the old school baseball card, where kids can trade, share, sell, attend shows on, yearn for certain models, and much more. The core of anything that becomes extremely valuable is limiting its availability.
One week before President Donald Trump’s visit to Israel, I, along with four other American Jewish teenagers, had our own private meeting with Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. At the age of 15, when I began to wrestle with the complexities of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, I could never have imagined my questioning would lead me to the office of the Israeli Prime Minister. In August 2014, Israel was at war with Hamas and besieged in the news and on social media.