EXCLUSIVE: The Justice Department is stepping in after a heated confrontation at a women's professional soccer game in Portland leaves "Save Women's Sports" supporters struck with flagpoles and forcibly removed by stadium security. Video shows tensions escalating after roughly 20 fans reveal XX-XY Athletics shirts and unfurl a "Save Women's Sports" banner during a Portland Thorns match before pro-trans activists confront the group and surround them with trans pride flags. Now, federal officials say the incident raises potential First Amendment and viewpoint discrimination concerns, while Portland police investigate reports of harassment and vandalism. The DOJ is reviewing whether government officials played a role in the removals. See why the stadium's ownership could become a key factor: @Outkick

🚩 Bullish Flag Setup A strong upward move followed by controlled consolidation can create a continuation setup. Look for a breakout above the channel, define risk below the retest, and use the flagpole to estimate the target. @ripster47 | @tenet_research | @TenetCharts

A bull flag forms when a strong move pauses inside a controlled pullback. Wait for the channel breakout and retest, define risk below the setup, and use the flagpole to guide potential targets. Confirmation before entry. @ripster47 | @tenet_research | @TenetCharts

The NYPD is investigating after a flag with swastikas on it was raised on NYU's campus during graduation week. The flag was quickly taken down, and in a statement, a spokesperson for NYU said, “We are shocked and deeply troubled that this hateful symbol expressing antisemitism was raised on a flagpole overlooking Washington Square Park.” CBS News' @JaredOchacher reports.

My cousin's son, Asahi, came home from Wyoming with fourteen pieces of paper. Rodeo back numbers. The big paper squares cowboys safety-pin to their shirts. Asahi is 19. He spent the summer working on a cattle ranch outside Sheridan, and every Friday night he entered the small-town rodeo. He got thrown off under every single one of those numbers. He has never been happier about anything in his life. On the back of each number, he wrote down one thing Wyoming taught him. He let me copy them. Here they are. #112# "Before the rodeo, a man on a horse prays into the microphone. Three thousand people take off their hats. He prays for the cowboys. Then he prays for the animals. In Japan, nobody prays for the bull." #87# "The American flag goes around the arena at a full gallop. Nobody sits. Not the old men, not the babies, not the guy holding four corn dogs. The corn dogs stood too." #204# "Mutton busting. Six-year-olds in hockey helmets ride sheep as fast as the sheep can run. Their mothers film it and scream 'HOLD ON, BUDDY!' In Japan, a six-year-old is not allowed to cut his own apple." #9# "Never put a cowboy hat on a table brim down. It ruins the shape. Four different strangers taught me this. One of them was eleven." #156# "Men here wear belt buckles they won in 1974. They do not take them off. A man at the gas station showed me his, and then told me about the horse, and then the horse's mother." #61# "The rodeo clowns are not clowns. When a cowboy falls, they run toward the bull. Their entire job is to make the bull choose them instead. I asked one of them why. He said, 'Somebody's gotta be more interesting than the kid on the ground.'" #33# "When a cowboy gets thrown and scores nothing, the announcer says, 'Let's give him a hand, folks. That's all he's taking home tonight.' And three thousand people clap louder than they did for the winner. I heard this thirteen times. All thirteen were for me." The fourteenth number is different. It doesn't have a ride on it. It's the night Asahi didn't compete. On his last Friday, before the grand entry, an old cowboy named Ike walked up to him in the dark behind the chutes. Ike is 81. He has carried the American flag into that arena on horseback for thirty-one summers. He handed Asahi the reins. Asahi thought it was a mistake. He tried to give them back. He tried to explain in his bad English that he was not American, that he could barely ride, that he had been thrown off thirteen times in a row in front of these exact people. Ike just took the flagpole out of the holder and put it in Asahi's hand. "Flag doesn't care where you're from, son," he said. "It cares if you hold on." Then the gate opened. Asahi says he doesn't remember the first lap. Just the noise. Three thousand people on their feet. Hats on hearts. The flag so loud above his head it sounded like a fire. He remembers the second lap. Because on the second lap, he looked up into the stands and saw the whole summer looking back at him. The rancher he worked for, standing on his bench. The eleven-year-old hat expert. The man with the 1974 belt buckle. The rodeo clown, hat pressed to his chest, face still painted. And a little kid in a hockey helmet, screaming the only thing he knew how to scream. "HOLD ON, BUDDY!" He held on. Thirteen Fridays, thirteen falls. Not this one. When he rode out of the arena, Ike was waiting by the gate. Not a word. One nod. He took the reins back and walked off into the dark. Asahi's mother told me the fourteen numbers are framed on his wall in Tokyo now, in a row. Thirteen of them say he lost. The last one has nothing written on the back at all. He said he tried. He said there's no Japanese for it, and his English isn't good enough yet. So I'll say it for him, Wyoming. That's all he took home that night. And it was everything.

I keep meeting American men in their sixties and seventies who still mention something they did when they were seventeen. Not a touchdown. Not a girl. "I'm an Eagle Scout." They say it the way a Japanese man says the name of his university. Quietly. Like it settles something. So I looked it up. To become an Eagle Scout, a kid has to earn at least 21 merit badges. Then he has to plan, organize, and lead a service project for his own community. Not join one. Lead one. At sixteen or seventeen, he's giving instructions to grown men. In recent years, only about 6 percent of eligible Scouts have made it. In a single year, Eagle Scouts and the volunteers they led put almost 8 million hours of work into their towns. About 153 hours per project. So all over America, there are benches, trail bridges, flagpoles, and church gardens that were built by a teenager who wanted to earn a title. And the title never expires. They have a saying for it. "Once an Eagle, always an Eagle." The first man to walk on the moon was one. Here's what gets me, as a Japanese person. In Japan, the things we're proudest of usually belong to us. Our school. Our company. Our test scores. An Eagle Scout's proudest thing belongs to his town. He built it, he walked away, and now people sit on his bench without ever knowing his name. Somewhere near you, a seventeen-year-old's work is still holding someone up. So, Eagle Scouts. What was your project? And is it still standing?

可爱捏😊 GPT- image 2 prompt 👇 Create a photorealistic 9:16 casual mirror selfie of an exceptionally beautiful adult East Asian woman in her mid-20s, standing inside the glass entrance of a modern building during daytime. She has a refined oval face, fair natural skin, softly arched eyebrows, dark almond-shaped eyes, subtle eyeliner, a small straight nose and softly parted natural pink lips. Her expression is calm, slightly curious and effortlessly confident as she looks at her phone screen rather than directly into the mirror. She has very long honey-blonde hair tied into a low side ponytail falling over one shoulder, with a deep side part and soft face-framing strands. She has a fit, naturally curvy hourglass figure with a full bust, narrow waist, rounded hips and long shapely legs. She wears a fitted pale butter-yellow lightweight zip-up athletic jacket with long sleeves, a structured collar and the zipper lowered slightly at the neckline. Pair it with high-waisted light-gray fitted flared yoga pants. A large black quilted leather shoulder bag with a gold chain strap hangs from one shoulder. Add a simple gold bangle and natural pale manicure. Recreate the pose: she stands facing the mirror with her weight shifted onto one leg. One hand holds a silver smartphone vertically beside her face, while the other hand rests casually inside the jacket pocket. Frame her from the top of her head to near her ankles. Behind the glass is an outdoor parking area with several parked cars, gray pavement, tall vertical metal flagpoles and dense green trees covering a hillside. Add a large cute cream-colored pixel-art bear sticker with pink ears floating over part of the background, clearly appearing as a digital sticker rather than a real object. Cool natural daylight from outside mixes with the dimmer interior light, leaving her face and body slightly shaded while the outdoor background remains brighter. Realistic phone-camera exposure, subtle glass reflections, mild cool color cast, slight wide-angle perspective and authentic social-media mirror-selfie quality. No anime rendering, no plastic skin, no excessively exaggerated anatomy, no distorted phone, no malformed hands, no extra fingers, no duplicated body, no random text, logo or watermark.