Podcasts about Hail Mary

The Virgin Mary was chosen by God for an important role. Should we then venerate her? Today, R.C. Sproul teaches us to seek a proper, biblical understanding of the mother of Jesus. Get lifetime digital access to R.C. Sproul's teaching series Mary for your donation of any amount: https://gift.renewingyourmind.org/4403/offer   Live outside the U.S. and Canada? You can still request this digital teaching series with your donation: https://www.renewingyourmind.org/global   Meet Today's Teacher:   R.C. Sproul (1939–2017) was founder of Ligonier Ministries, first minister of preaching and teaching at Saint Andrew's Chapel, first president of Reformation Bible College, and executive editor of Tabletalk magazine.   Meet the Host:   Nathan W. Bingham is vice president of media for Ligonier Ministries, executive producer and host of Renewing Your Mind, and host of the Ask Ligonier podcast. Renewing Your Mind is a donor-supported outreach of Ligonier Ministries. Explore all of our podcasts: https://www.ligonier.org/podcasts

In his 15th season in the NFL Fran Tarkenton was having another great year. Maybe his best. The Vikings would start the season 10-0 and finish 12-2 atop the NFL Central in large part to the numbers put up by Tarkenton. He completed 273 of his 425 attempts, 25 of them for touchdowns to lead the league in those 3 categories. And when the season concluded, he would take home the Most Valuable Player Award for the 1975 season. After three more very successful seasons in Minnesota, Tarkenton retired after his 18th year in the NFL. He finished his career with numerous NFL records at the time including completions (3,686), attempts (6,467) yards (47,003). and (342) touchdowns. Known as the 'Mad Scrambler', Tarkenton was the game's first true dual threat, retiring as the NFL's all-time leader in rushing yards by a quarterback and he did it all by winning games… the most ever by a QB at the time of him hanging it up.  He was named a Pro-Bowler 9 times, and had his #10 retired by the Vikings while being named one of the 50 greatest Vikings and Giants players of all-time. And in 1986, he earned a gold jacket and was enshrined into Canton as a member of the NFL's Hall of Fame. Unfortunately his success didn't translate to the postseason. Three times he took his Vikings teams to the Super Bowl and three times they came up short. But Fran tells us on the Past Our Prime podcast there is a reason the Vikings lost 4 of the first 11 Super Bowls. He also tells us about his love and admiration for the coach of those Minnesota teams, Bud Grant, and how if he could prepare for those Super Bowl games from back then differently now the results may have been different. Tarkenton also tells us how the loss to the Cowboys in the playoffs in 1975 was a “monumental day” in his life… one that changed him forever. Minutes after Roger Staubach connected with Drew Pearson on possibly the first ‘Hail Mary' ever, his life was forever altered. A tragic tale only made worse by how it all unfolded. Once retired, Fran embarked on his 2nd act and 50 years later, he's still as competitive and active as ever and more often than not… still coming out on top. As the CEO of https://tarkentonfinancial.com/ Fran continues to produce at a high level. His financial company has seen him rise to the top of the business world and he tells us how he stays up to date on the newest business trends like pipIQ which reduces risks associated with misusing AI in small and mid-size businesses at a fraction of the cost. If you're interested in learning more about this breakthrough technology go to https://pipiq.com/?via=proTV Fran tells us that the similarities between being a QB in a huddle or a CEO in a board room are numerous. That he learned more by his failures than by his successes and that the great leaders all have one thing in common. What is it? Listen and find out as we chat with one of the NFL's All-Time greats on the Past Our Prime podcast. Listen and subscribe wherever you get your podcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Delivered by Jovinson Tansil, Sri Muliyani, Lukitananda Putra, and Stella Wijaya from the Parish of Sacred Heart of Jesus Cathedral in the Archdiocese of Makassar, Indonesia. Ezekiel 47: 1-2.8-9.12; Rs psalm 46: 2-3.5-6.8-9; 1 Corinthians 3: 9b-11.16-17; John 2: 13-22.WE CLEAN THE DIRTYCHURCH Our meditation today isentitled: We Clean the Dirty Church. Today, the whole Church celebrates thefeast of the dedication of the Lateran Basilica of Rome. This basilica is oneof the four largest churches in Rome, Italy. Until now the basilica was thecathedral of the Bishop of Rome, the Holy Father, Pope Leo XIV. Just like otherimportant basilicas, the Lateran basilica looks so majestic and alwayswell-maintained and organized. One aspect of carethat is so particular should be on cleanliness. Even though this is an oldbuilding, cleanliness is so well observed. The visitors who always come everyday will feel comfortable and can enjoy the values ​​of Christian sacredness init. Actually not only aspects of cleanliness, but also orderliness, politenessand calmness. Visitors who are not modestly dressed will be put on a scarf, thenoisy will be reprimanded, those who use cell phones will be asked to turn off,and those who bring food will be asked to leave food outside the basilica. Our churches that aredirty can be seen from various aspects of perspective. Dirts like paper,plastic, dust, etc. can be found there, outside and inside. People who comethere with different type of clothes and the use of supporting instruments, canoften disturb the worship that is going on. Behaviors such as sharing stories,talking, cellular ringing, joking, fighting and violence can also happen there.Then the hearts, minds and souls of the believers can be also in the state ofdirty, because of sins that have not been forgiven, the type of spiritualimpurities that exsist in the believers. The house of God iscertainly not beautiful, comfortable, dignified, and holy if all types of dirtare always brought into it. Jesus sees all kinds of dirt there, inside andoutside the temple. He is burned by the demand to clean the house of worshipfrom all kinds of dirts, to be removed away, and He does His way with anger andpunishment. We, as His followers, are certainly burnt by the same demands whenwe know that our houses of worship are full with dirts as ellaborated above. Jesus also teaches usthat the house of worship is actually He himself. Likewise theologically, wewant to interpret the house of worship as ourselves, as today's second readingstates. Faced with all forms of desacralization whether by words or deeds, causingour bodies not worthy for God, for others or community and ourselves, we mustbe firm and burnt by the the demand to overcome those negative threats. Let's pray. In the name of the Father... O Lord, strengthen our faith, so that we can continue to preserve our ownpurity as the holy temple where You dwell. Hail Mary, full of grace ... In thename of the Father ...

Given at a Marian Eucharistic Conference, this is a joy-filled session on The Hail Mary ...

The Daily Philip is a devotion of prayer to the Patron Saint of Joy, St. Philip Neri, led by Fr. Malone, parochial vicar of Christ the Redeemer Parish in Swift Current. This devotion has four parts: (1) a daily prayer for a particular virtue, based on the day of the week, to which Pope Pius IX has attached an indulgence (dated May 17, 1852,); (2) a reading from The Life of St. Philip Neri, Apostle of Rome; (3) a quote from The Maxims and Counsels of St. Philip Neri; and (4) the daily prayer for a good death.    For Friday Prayer to obtain detachment from temporal goods. Great Saint, who didst prefer a poor and austere life to the comforts of thy home, despising the honour and glory of thy station; obtain for me grace ever to keep my heart detached from transitory goods of this life.  St. Philip, whose desire it ever was to become so poor as one day to have to beg thy bread, and find no charitable hand to offer thee a crumb wherewith to support life; ask of God for me such love of poverty that I may turn all my thoughts to goods which never fail.  St. Philip, who didst prefer to live unknown, to promotion to the highest honours of the Church; intercede for me, that I may never seek after dignities, but always content myself with that state where God has set me.  My heart is too anxious for the empty fleeting things of earth; but thou - ah, what a maxim didst thou leave us by thy two words: "And then-" !  O wonder-working words! may they ever be deeply impressed upon my soul; that, despising the nothingness of earth, God alone may reign sole object of my affections and my thoughts. Our Father…, Hail Mary…, Glory Be…   Prayer to be said daily, for a good death. O glorious Saint Philip, faithful helper of thy dying children, be thou my father and protector in the hour of my death. Let not the devil overcome me; let not temptation oppress me, nor fear overwhelm me in that hour; but grant through thy intercession that, fortified by faith, hope, and charity, I may bear all things with patience and perseverance, and may happily die the death of the just. Amen.

Nate Tice & Charles McDonald dive into the Week 10 NFL slate with bold predictions, matchups to watch and more. The two hosts start off by getting Lost in the Sauce with their three favorite games of the week, including Drake Maye vs. Baker Mayfield in the Tom Brady Bowl, the Pittsburgh Steelers facing the Los Angeles Chargers on Sunday night and a Hoss Fight in Wisconsin as the Philadelphia Eagles take on the Green Bay Packers.Later, Nate & Charles give one key matchup to watch in the San Francisco 49ers vs. Los Angeles Rams battle before revealing their Hail Mary bold predictions for the weekend.(2:30) - New England Patriots @ Tampa Bay Buccaneers preview(24:00) - Steelers @ Chargers preview(39:25) - Eagles @ Packers preview(56:00) - Cheat Sheet: Rams @ 49ers(1:00:50) - Hail Mary bold predictions Subscribe to Football 301 on your favorite podcast app:

Nate Tice & Charles McDonald dive into the Week 10 NFL slate with bold predictions, matchups to watch and more. The two hosts start off by getting Lost in the Sauce with their three favorite games of the week, including Drake Maye vs. Baker Mayfield in the Tom Brady Bowl, the Pittsburgh Steelers facing the Los Angeles Chargers on Sunday night and a Hoss Fight in Wisconsin as the Philadelphia Eagles take on the Green Bay Packers.Later, Nate & Charles give one key matchup to watch in the San Francisco 49ers vs. Los Angeles Rams battle before revealing their Hail Mary bold predictions for the weekend.(2:30) - New England Patriots @ Tampa Bay Buccaneers preview(24:00) - Steelers @ Chargers preview(39:25) - Eagles @ Packers preview(56:00) - Cheat Sheet: Rams @ 49ers(1:00:50) - Hail Mary bold predictions Subscribe to Football 301 on your favorite podcast app:

The Daily Philip is a devotion of prayer to the Patron Saint of Joy, St. Philip Neri, led by Fr. Malone, parochial vicar of Christ the Redeemer Parish in Swift Current. This devotion has four parts: (1) a daily prayer for a particular virtue, based on the day of the week, to which Pope Pius IX has attached an indulgence (dated May 17, 1852,); (2) a reading from The Life of St. Philip Neri, Apostle of Rome; (3) a quote from The Maxims and Counsels of St. Philip Neri; and (4) the daily prayer for a good death.    For Thursday Prayer to obtain the Love of our Neighbour. Glorious Saint, who didst employ thyself wholly in the good of thy neighbour, thinking well of all, sympathising with all, helping all, who throughout thy whole life didst ever try to secure the salvation of all, never shrinking from labour or trouble, keeping for thyself no time or comfort, that thou mightest win all hearts to God; pray for me, that together with the pardon of my sins I may have charity for my neighbour, and be henceforth more compassionate to him in his necessities, and obtain for me grace that I may love every man with pure, unselfish love, as mine own brother, succouring each one, if I am unable to do it with temporal goods, at least with prayers and good advice. And teach me too on every occasion to defend the honour of my neighbour, and never to say to him a hurtful or displeasing word; but ever to maintain, even with my enemies, sweetness of spirit like thine own, whereby thou didst triumph over thy persecutors.  Blessed Saint, ask of God for me also this lovely virtue, which already thou hast gained for so many of thy clients; that so we may all one day come to praise our God with thee in an eternity of bliss. Our Father…, Hail Mary…, Glory Be…   Prayer to be said daily, for a good death. O glorious Saint Philip, faithful helper of thy dying children, be thou my father and protector in the hour of my death. Let not the devil overcome me; let not temptation oppress me, nor fear overwhelm me in that hour; but grant through thy intercession that, fortified by faith, hope, and charity, I may bear all things with patience and perseverance, and may happily die the death of the just. Amen.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

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Nebraska high school football's postseason had a WILD opening weekend with UPSETS in every class! Jacob Padilla and Damon Benning, alongside Austin Jacobsen, dive into EVERY matchup, and discuss the Hail Mary for Gretna, Millard North's new run into the postseason, top seeds falling, and MUCH MORE!0:00 INTRO - Welcome back, Damon Benning!1:28 No. 1 Omaha Westside Handles No. 16 Bellevue West2:19 No. 8 Kearney Takes Down No. 9 Columbus2:58 No. 5 Elkhorn South Wins Early Kickoff Against Millard West3:58 No. 4 Millard South Keeps Winning5:19 No. 3 Papillion-La Vista South Survives Against Lincoln North Star7:01 No. 11 Millard North Upsets Omaha North in Opening Round9:31 No. 10 Lincoln East Upsets Omaha Central in Downtown Omaha10:18 No. 2 Creighton Prep Decisively Downs Lincoln Southeast11:32 CLASS A Quarterfinal - PREVIEW13:45 No. 1 Waverly Handles Grand Island Northwest14:50 No. 8 Seward Dominates Fourth Quarter Against No. 9 McCook17:05 No. 5 Bennington Blasts Plattsmouth17:55 No. 4 Elkhorn North Shuts Out Lincoln Pius X19:01 No. 14 York Travels West to Upset No. 3 Scottsbluff20:15 No. 11 Gretna's Hail Mary Pulls Off the ULTIMATE UPSET at No. 6 Norris28:25 No. 7 Skutt Catholic Handles No. 10 Gering28:35 No. 2 Gretna East Cruises Past Lincoln Standing Bear29:05 CLASS B Quarterfinal - PREVIEW31:00 CLASS C1 First Round - RECAP35:55 CLASS C1 Quarterfinal - PREVIEW36:15 CLASS C2 First Round - RECAP39:19 CLASS C2 Quarterfinal - PREVIEW40:50 CLASS D1 Second Round - RECAP & QUARTERFINAL PREVIEW42:10 CLASS D2 Second Round - RECAP & QUARTERFINAL PREVIEW43:09 CLASS D6 Second Round - RECAP & QUARTERFINAL PREVIEW44:00 CLOSE - Like & Subscribe to Nebraska Preps Postgame!Follow Mike Sautter on social:Youtube: https://tinyurl.com/yh7h3tjf Twitter: http://twitter.com/mikesautter_Instagram: http://instagram.com/mikesautter Tiktok: http://tiktok.com/mikesautter Follow Hurrdat Sports on social:Twitter: http://twitter.com/hurrdatsports Instagram: http://instagram.com/hurrdatsports Tiktok: http://tiktok.com/hurrdatsports Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HurrdatSportsHurrdat Sports is a digital production platform dedicated to the new wave of sports media. From podcasting to video interviews along with live events and entertainment, we're here to change how you consume sports. Find us online at Hurrdatsports.com#nebpreps #Nebraska #NebraskaHighSchoolFootball #HighSchoolFootball #NebraskaFootball #OmahaSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The Daily Philip is a devotion of prayer to the Patron Saint of Joy, St. Philip Neri, led by Fr. Malone, parochial vicar of Christ the Redeemer Parish in Swift Current. This devotion has four parts: (1) a daily prayer for a particular virtue, based on the day of the week, to which Pope Pius IX has attached an indulgence (dated May 17, 1852,); (2) a reading from The Life of St. Philip Neri, Apostle of Rome; (3) a quote from The Maxims and Counsels of St. Philip Neri; and (4) the daily prayer for a good death.    For Tuesday Prayer to obtain the virtue of Purity. St. Philip, who didst always preserve the white lily of thy purity unsullied, with such great honour to thyself that the brightness of this fair virtue dwelt in thine eyes, shone forth from thy hands, and cast its fragrance over thy whole body, causing it to emit so sweet a perfume that it gave consolation, fervour, and devotion to all who conversed with thee; obtain me from the Holy Spirit of God so true a love for that virtue, that neither the words nor bad examples of sinners may ever make any impression upon my soul.  Never permit me in any way to lose that lovely virtue; and since avoidance of occasions, prayer, labour, humility, frequent use of the Sacraments, were the arms with which thou didst conquer the flesh, which is our worst enemy, so do thou obtain for me grace to use the same arms to vanquish the same foe.  Take not away thy help from me; but be as zealous for me as thou wast during thy life for thy penitents, keeping them far removed from all sensual infection.  Do this for me, my holy Patron; and be ever my protector in respect of this fair virtue. Our Father…, Hail Mary…, Glory Be…   Prayer to be said daily, for a good death. O glorious Saint Philip, faithful helper of thy dying children, be thou my father and protector in the hour of my death. Let not the devil overcome me; let not temptation oppress me, nor fear overwhelm me in that hour; but grant through thy intercession that, fortified by faith, hope, and charity, I may bear all things with patience and perseverance, and may happily die the death of the just. Amen.

Send us a textA stubborn cold, a cursed bottle cap, and a Halloween cape with a thousand wrinkles set the stage for a conversation about the tiny beliefs that steer our choices. We laugh our way through dubious trends like “hot chocolate” electrolytes and the red-wine-on-ice-cream craze, then stop cold at a time capsule from 1916: a message in a bottle penned by two Australian soldiers on their way to war. That letter, hopeful and human, unlocks the real heart of the episode—why we cling to rituals when life gets unpredictable.From there, we chart how yesterday's taboos became today's habits: no shoes on the bed, avoid ladders, toss salt, knock on wood. We trace ladders back to Egyptian sacred geometry, salt to ancient protection rites, and tapping wood to tree spirits that once stood in for luck. Along the way, we own our personal rituals—phone solitaire during turbulence, pre-show handshakes that flip nerves into focus—and talk about the moment a superstition helps rather than rules. Then we go global: Sweden's no-keys-on-the-table rule, Turkey's no gum at night, Japan's tucked thumbs by graveyards, Australia's “rabbit rabbit” for monthly luck, and feng shui warnings about mirrors facing the bed. Each one is a window into how cultures turn uncertainty into something you can hold.We even discuss the recent penny shortage! If pennies cost more than they're worth to mint, do they disappear—and does a lucky find still count? Whether it's a coin on the sidewalk or a whispered Hail Mary when sirens wail, we're all trying to stitch meaning into the noise. Hit play for stories, history, and a clear-eyed take on when superstition is wisdom in disguise. If this conversation made you smile, nod, or text a friend “rabbit rabbit,” follow the show, leave a quick review, and share your favorite superstition with us.Mike Haggerty Buick GMCRight on the corner, right on the price! Head down to 93rd & Cicero & tell them the Noras sent you!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.

CINCINNATI -- Just when you thought it couldn't get worse. Meet the 2025 Bengals defense. After one of the more heroic quarterback performances in franchise history, the defense found a way to completely and utterly mess themselves with a collapse that may have outdone the epic fail one week earlier against a winless Jets team. Caleb Williams found Colston Loveland with 17 seconds left for a 58-yard go-ahead touchdown to lead the visiting Chicago Bears to a wild 47-42 win over the Cincinnati Bengals Sunday in Cincinnati. Jobs should be lost at every level after what the Bengals have done the last two weeks at home. Skinny joins Trags to explain why with the failing football operations and ownership, it almost certainly won't. Loveland caught the pass at the Cincinnati 40 and broke a Jordan Battle tackle attempt and outraced the Cincinnati secondary for the score. The game ended on the interception of Joe Flacco's Hail Mary pass 20 yards shy of the end zone. Loveland had a pair of touchdown grabs and stepped up for Cole Kmet, who didn't play in the second half due to a concussion. Flacco, playing with a sprained AC joint in his right shoulder, completed 31-of-47 passes and threw for a career-high 470 yards and four touchdowns for the Bengals (3-6), who lost for the sixth time in seven games. Flacco, playing with a sprained AC joint in his right shoulder, completed 31-of-47 passes and threw for a career-high 470 yards and four touchdowns for the Bengals (3-6), who lost for the sixth time in seven games. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

THE TIM JONES AND CHRIS ARPS SHOW 0:00 SEG 1 Trump on 60 minutes last night | SNAP benefit reserves to be used 16:40 SEG 2 THIS JIM TALENT SEGMENT BROUGHT TO YOU BY ROYAL BANKS OF MISSOURI https://www.royalbanksofmo.com/ JIM TALENT, Former US Senator and Chairman of the Reagan Institute’s National Leadership Council | TOPIC: National security, foreign policy, news of the day | Another drug boat has been taken out | Trump threatens US military action in Nigeria over treatment of Christiansx.com/JimTalent 34:54 SEG 3 Chris’ Corner is about whether there will be a Hail Mary in NYC with Mamdani | SNL made fun of Mamdani https://newstalkstl.com/ FOLLOW TIM - https://twitter.com/SpeakerTimJones FOLLOW CHRIS - https://twitter.com/chris_arps 24/7 LIVESTREAM - http://bit.ly/NEWSTALKSTLSTREAMS RUMBLE - https://rumble.com/NewsTalkSTL See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Delivered by Alice Budiman from the Parish of Salib Suci Cilincing in the Archdiocese of Jakarta, Indonesia. Romans 12: 5-16a; Rs psalm 131: 1.2.3; Luke 14: 15-24.THE HOUSE OF GOD MUSTBE FULL Our meditation todayhas the theme: The House of God Must Be Full. Today,the Church commemorates Saint Charles Borromeo. He came from a wealthy noblefamily and enjoyed high social standing as the nephew of Pope Pius IV. He washighly educated, becoming a lawyer, both civil and Church at the age of 21.Charles certainly had the potential to become a prominent and important figure. But his life's pathled him to become a diligent, pious, and dignified servant of the Church, sothat until his death he was an Archbishop and Cardinal leading the Archdioceseof Milan. He worked diligently and humbly in all the tasks entrusted to him bythe Church. Within the Church, he became the patron saint of priests. Charlesgave up all desires and activities in the social and political world because ofhis great intellectual ability and influence, and followed God's invitation tobecome a servant of the Church as a shepherd of the people and a wise teacherof God's people. God invites with theintention that all of His creations be saved. Why do people deliberatelydecline invitations to be saved? In a sense, we can understand that ourpractice of faith is sometimes incomplete and not serious. It is easy forpeople to say "yes" with their faith and membership in the Church.But in reality they do not come to strengthen unity among the faithful, to beactively involved in the Church activities, to sacrifice themselves for theirsuffering fellow-men, and offer themselves voluntarily in the service andmission of the Lord Jesus in the world. We need to continueto believe that the Church and the Kingdom of God that the Lord Jesus hasentrusted to us, still need to be developed and perfected, and if necessary beable to rule the entire world. We are the ones who must fulfill ourselves inaccordance with the scriptures and teachings of the Church. The emphasis mustbe on the role of each person as believer, and not merely on any organization,institution or movement from outside. About this, SaintPaul gives us an advice: if each of us makes use each of his personal gifts: asa preacher, office employee, teacher, farmer, businessman, servant and so on,and to be strengthened by the Christian spirituality, we can feel sure tofulfill the invitation to the kingdom of God. The principle is: none of us comeand join as an empty self. The gifts in every person should  not remain in vain. Let's pray. In the name of the Father... O God and mercyful Father, strengthen us to develop and make use of everygift in each one of us, so that we can build together the unity in the Churchand in this world. Hail Mary, full of grace ... In the name of the Father ...

The Daily Philip is a devotion of prayer to the Patron Saint of Joy, St. Philip Neri, led by Fr. Malone, parochial vicar of Christ the Redeemer Parish in Swift Current. This devotion has four parts: (1) a daily prayer for a particular virtue, based on the day of the week, to which Pope Pius IX has attached an indulgence (dated May 17, 1852,); (2) a reading from The Life of St. Philip Neri, Apostle of Rome; (3) a quote from The Maxims and Counsels of St. Philip Neri; and (4) the daily prayer for a good death.   For Saturday Prayer to obtain perseverance in good works. St. Philip, my holy Patron, who, ever constant in good works and full of merit, didst receive from Most High God the crown of glory in reward of all thy labours; obtain for me grace never to weary in His service.  St. Philip, who didst recompense those who loved thee by acquiring for them the gift of perseverance in good, ask of God this gift for me; stand by me, dear father, at the last moment of my life, and pray for me that I may depart this life strengthened with the grace of the Holy Sacraments.  Meanwhile intercede for me, that I may do penance for my sins, and deplore them bitterly all my days.  St. Philip, who from on high beholdest all my miseries, and the chains which yet bind me to my sins and to this earth; pray for me that I may be liberated from them, and be constantly devoted to my God.  Obtain for me an ardent desire to co-operate in my own salvation, and unshaken firmness in the good which I have begun; that so by thy intercession I may deserve to be for ever in thy company in an eternity of bliss.. Our Father…, Hail Mary…, Glory Be…   Prayer to be said daily, for a good death. O glorious Saint Philip, faithful helper of thy dying children, be thou my father and protector in the hour of my death. Let not the devil overcome me; let not temptation oppress me, nor fear overwhelm me in that hour; but grant through thy intercession that, fortified by faith, hope, and charity, I may bear all things with patience and perseverance, and may happily die the death of the just. Amen.

It's Halloween and as of today the government has been shutdown for one full month now. That's the scariest thing I might see all day! Political Analyst Chuck Todd breaks down if there are any "Hail Mary" options to save us from the spooky shutdown as he joins us for his weekly Friday discussion from Washington. Find Chuck Todd on "the Chuck Toddcast".

The Daily Philip is a devotion of prayer to the Patron Saint of Joy, St. Philip Neri, led by Fr. Malone, parochial vicar of Christ the Redeemer Parish in Swift Current. This devotion has four parts: (1) a daily prayer for a particular virtue, based on the day of the week, to which Pope Pius IX has attached an indulgence (dated May 17, 1852,); (2) a reading from The Life of St. Philip Neri, Apostle of Rome; (3) a quote from The Maxims and Counsels of St. Philip Neri; and (4) the daily prayer for a good death.    For Friday Prayer to obtain detachment from temporal goods. Great Saint, who didst prefer a poor and austere life to the comforts of thy home, despising the honour and glory of thy station; obtain for me grace ever to keep my heart detached from transitory goods of this life.  St. Philip, whose desire it ever was to become so poor as one day to have to beg thy bread, and find no charitable hand to offer thee a crumb wherewith to support life; ask of God for me such love of poverty that I may turn all my thoughts to goods which never fail.  St. Philip, who didst prefer to live unknown, to promotion to the highest honours of the Church; intercede for me, that I may never seek after dignities, but always content myself with that state where God has set me.  My heart is too anxious for the empty fleeting things of earth; but thou - ah, what a maxim didst thou leave us by thy two words: "And then-" !  O wonder-working words! may they ever be deeply impressed upon my soul; that, despising the nothingness of earth, God alone may reign sole object of my affections and my thoughts. Our Father…, Hail Mary…, Glory Be…   Prayer to be said daily, for a good death. O glorious Saint Philip, faithful helper of thy dying children, be thou my father and protector in the hour of my death. Let not the devil overcome me; let not temptation oppress me, nor fear overwhelm me in that hour; but grant through thy intercession that, fortified by faith, hope, and charity, I may bear all things with patience and perseverance, and may happily die the death of the just. Amen.

Nate Tice & Charles McDonald dive into the Week 9 NFL slate with bold predictions, matchups to watch and more before discussing their favorite picks from their latest 2026 NFL mock draft. The duo kick things off by getting Lost in the Sauce with their three favorite games of the week: the Denver Broncos taking on the Houston Texans in a Hoss-Fight-worthy trench battle, the Indianapolis Colts looking to keep the offense churning against the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Kansas City Chiefs taking on the Buffalo Bills in an AFC juggernaut matchup.Later, Nate & Charles give key matchups to watch as J.J. McCarthy returns to the field for the Minnesota Vikings against the Detroit Lions and the Seattle Seahawks face the Washington Commanders on Sunday night. The two hosts also give their Hail Mary bold predictions for the weekend, as Charles backs the Carolina Panthers and Nate expects a big day from the Seahawks running backs.Nate & Charles wrap up with thoughts on their latest 2026 NFL Mock Draft, as they each give their favorite player-team fits for what's shaping up to be an interesting 2026 rookie class.(3:20) - Broncos @ Texans preview(21:05) - Colts @ Steelers preview(37:30) - Chiefs @ Bills preview(52:45) - Cheat sheet: key matchups for Lions-Vikings & Seahawks-Commanders(1:08:50) - Hail Mary bold predictions for Week 9(1:11:50) - 2026 NFL mock draft breakdown Subscribe to Football 301 on your favorite podcast app:

Nate Tice & Charles McDonald dive into the Week 9 NFL slate with bold predictions, matchups to watch and more before discussing their favorite picks from their latest 2026 NFL mock draft. The duo kick things off by getting Lost in the Sauce with their three favorite games of the week: the Denver Broncos taking on the Houston Texans in a Hoss-Fight-worthy trench battle, the Indianapolis Colts looking to keep the offense churning against the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Kansas City Chiefs taking on the Buffalo Bills in an AFC juggernaut matchup.Later, Nate & Charles give key matchups to watch as J.J. McCarthy returns to the field for the Minnesota Vikings against the Detroit Lions and the Seattle Seahawks face the Washington Commanders on Sunday night. The two hosts also give their Hail Mary bold predictions for the weekend, as Charles backs the Carolina Panthers and Nate expects a big day from the Seahawks running backs.Nate & Charles wrap up with thoughts on their latest 2026 NFL Mock Draft, as they each give their favorite player-team fits for what's shaping up to be an interesting 2026 rookie class.(3:20) - Broncos @ Texans preview(21:05) - Colts @ Steelers preview(37:30) - Chiefs @ Bills preview(52:45) - Cheat sheet: key matchups for Lions-Vikings & Seahawks-Commanders(1:08:50) - Hail Mary bold predictions for Week 9(1:11:50) - 2026 NFL mock draft breakdown Subscribe to Football 301 on your favorite podcast app:

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The Daily Philip is a devotion of prayer to the Patron Saint of Joy, St. Philip Neri, led by Fr. Malone, parochial vicar of Christ the Redeemer Parish in Swift Current. This devotion has four parts: (1) a daily prayer for a particular virtue, based on the day of the week, to which Pope Pius IX has attached an indulgence (dated May 17, 1852,); (2) a reading from The Life of St. Philip Neri, Apostle of Rome; (3) a quote from The Maxims and Counsels of St. Philip Neri; and (4) the daily prayer for a good death.    For Thursday Prayer to obtain the Love of our Neighbour. Glorious Saint, who didst employ thyself wholly in the good of thy neighbour, thinking well of all, sympathising with all, helping all, who throughout thy whole life didst ever try to secure the salvation of all, never shrinking from labour or trouble, keeping for thyself no time or comfort, that thou mightest win all hearts to God; pray for me, that together with the pardon of my sins I may have charity for my neighbour, and be henceforth more compassionate to him in his necessities, and obtain for me grace that I may love every man with pure, unselfish love, as mine own brother, succouring each one, if I am unable to do it with temporal goods, at least with prayers and good advice. And teach me too on every occasion to defend the honour of my neighbour, and never to say to him a hurtful or displeasing word; but ever to maintain, even with my enemies, sweetness of spirit like thine own, whereby thou didst triumph over thy persecutors.  Blessed Saint, ask of God for me also this lovely virtue, which already thou hast gained for so many of thy clients; that so we may all one day come to praise our God with thee in an eternity of bliss. Our Father…, Hail Mary…, Glory Be…   Prayer to be said daily, for a good death. O glorious Saint Philip, faithful helper of thy dying children, be thou my father and protector in the hour of my death. Let not the devil overcome me; let not temptation oppress me, nor fear overwhelm me in that hour; but grant through thy intercession that, fortified by faith, hope, and charity, I may bear all things with patience and perseverance, and may happily die the death of the just. Amen.

The Daily Philip is a devotion of prayer to the Patron Saint of Joy, St. Philip Neri, led by Fr. Malone, parochial vicar of Christ the Redeemer Parish in Swift Current. This devotion has four parts: (1) a daily prayer for a particular virtue, based on the day of the week, to which Pope Pius IX has attached an indulgence (dated May 17, 1852,); (2) a reading from The Life of St. Philip Neri, Apostle of Rome; (3) a quote from The Maxims and Counsels of St. Philip Neri; and (4) the daily prayer for a good death.    For Wednesday Prayer to obtain the Love of God. St. Philip, I am filled with wonder at the great miracle which was wrought in thee by the Holy Spirit when He poured into thy heart such a flood of heavenly charity, that in order to contain it two of thy ribs were broken by the power of Divine love; and I am confounded when I compare thy heart with mine own.  I see thy heart all burning with love; and mine, all frozen and taken up with creatures.  I see thine inflamed with a fire from heaven, which so filled thy body that it radiated like flames from thy countenance; while mine is full of earthly love.  I love the world, which allures me and can never make me happy; I love the flesh, which ever wears me with its cares, and can never render me immortal; I love riches, which I can enjoy but for a moment.  O when shall I learn of thee to love nothing but God, my incomprehensible and only Good!  Help me, then, blessed Patron, that by thy intercession I may begin at once: obtain for me an efficacious love, manifesting itself by works; a pure love, making me love God most perfectly; a strong love, enabling me to surmount all obstacles hindering my union with God in life, that so I may be wholly united to Him for ever after my death. Our Father…, Hail Mary…, Glory Be…   Prayer to be said daily, for a good death. O glorious Saint Philip, faithful helper of thy dying children, be thou my father and protector in the hour of my death. Let not the devil overcome me; let not temptation oppress me, nor fear overwhelm me in that hour; but grant through thy intercession that, fortified by faith, hope, and charity, I may bear all things with patience and perseverance, and may happily die the death of the just. Amen.

The fantasy playoff push is heating up, and Trent's got your back with the Week 9 waiver wire targets that could save your season. In this episode, he breaks down every player worth adding who's still widely available on Sleeper (under 45% rostered) — no fighting over the obvious picks everyone already knows about.Trent covers it all: priority adds to start immediately, deep league stashes for the stretch run, crucial handcuffs to protect your roster, and those boom-or-bust Hail Mary plays that could win you a week. Plus, he dives into the latest injury updates and what they mean for your waiver strategy.Whether you're desperately trying to turn your season around or looking to solidify a playoff spot, these under-the-radar pickups could be the difference makers you need. Don't let your league mates beat you to the waiver wire — tune in and get the edge for Week 9 and beyond.Connect with the Showhttps://x.com/TFFDudes https://www.instagram.com/tffdudes/Watch the Dudes on Youtube athttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2JAx3YD3P-OJRiaqA7wSQwQuestions for the showtffdudes@gmail.com Watch the Dudes on Youtube athttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2JAx3YD3P-OJRiaqA7wSQw Sponsors Trophy Smackwww.trophysmack.com/dudeswww.sleeper.comDudes100 and they will match you $100

The Daily Philip is a devotion of prayer to the Patron Saint of Joy, St. Philip Neri, led by Fr. Malone, parochial vicar of Christ the Redeemer Parish in Swift Current. This devotion has four parts: (1) a daily prayer for a particular virtue, based on the day of the week, to which Pope Pius IX has attached an indulgence (dated May 17, 1852,); (2) a reading from The Life of St. Philip Neri, Apostle of Rome; (3) a quote from The Maxims and Counsels of St. Philip Neri; and (4) the daily prayer for a good death.    For Tuesday Prayer to obtain the virtue of Purity. St. Philip, who didst always preserve the white lily of thy purity unsullied, with such great honour to thyself that the brightness of this fair virtue dwelt in thine eyes, shone forth from thy hands, and cast its fragrance over thy whole body, causing it to emit so sweet a perfume that it gave consolation, fervour, and devotion to all who conversed with thee; obtain me from the Holy Spirit of God so true a love for that virtue, that neither the words nor bad examples of sinners may ever make any impression upon my soul.  Never permit me in any way to lose that lovely virtue; and since avoidance of occasions, prayer, labour, humility, frequent use of the Sacraments, were the arms with which thou didst conquer the flesh, which is our worst enemy, so do thou obtain for me grace to use the same arms to vanquish the same foe.  Take not away thy help from me; but be as zealous for me as thou wast during thy life for thy penitents, keeping them far removed from all sensual infection.  Do this for me, my holy Patron; and be ever my protector in respect of this fair virtue. Our Father…, Hail Mary…, Glory Be…   Prayer to be said daily, for a good death. O glorious Saint Philip, faithful helper of thy dying children, be thou my father and protector in the hour of my death. Let not the devil overcome me; let not temptation oppress me, nor fear overwhelm me in that hour; but grant through thy intercession that, fortified by faith, hope, and charity, I may bear all things with patience and perseverance, and may happily die the death of the just. Amen.

HOW TO PRAY THE PATRIOTIC ROSARY FOR THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA -Sign of the Cross -Come Holy Spirit For the Conversion of our Nation's Capital- The Apostle's Creed For the Holy Father Our Father- For Bishops, Priests, Religious Three Hail Mary's- For the Conversion of our Country- Glory Be THE FIRST MYSTERY: (Joyful, Sorrowful, Luminous, Glorious) (For the Presidency of the United States of America)-Our FatherTo be prayed before each Hail Mary: “We plead the Blood of Jesus over Alabama (name a different state for each Hail Mary) and every soul in that state.” Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, GeorgiaFor the Conversion of our Country Glory Be-Oh, my Jesus, forgive us our sins; save us from the fires of hell; lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Thy Mercy.THE SECOND MYSTERY: (For the Supreme Court of the United States of America)-Our FatherTo be prayed before each Hail Mary: “We plead the Blood of Jesus over (name a different state for each Hail Mary) and every soul in that state.”Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Maine, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maryland For the Conversion of our Country Glory Be-Oh, my Jesus, forgive us our sins; save us from the fires of hell; lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Thy Mercy. THE THIRD MYSTERY: (For the Senate and the House of Representatives of the United States of America) - Our FatherTo be prayed before each Hail Mary: “We plead the Blood of Jesus over (name a different state for each Hail Mary) and every soul in that state.”Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Hamshire, New Jersey For the Conversion of our Country Glory Be-Oh, my Jesus, forgive us our sins; save us from the fires of hell; lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in need of Thy Mercy. THE FOURTH MYSTERY: (For the office of the Governors of the United States of America)-Our FatherTo be prayed before each Hail Mary: “We plead the Blood of Jesus over (name a different state for each Hail Mary) and every soul in that state.”New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South CarolinaFor the Conversion of our Country Glory Be- Oh, my Jesus, forgive us our sins; save us from the fires of hell; lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Thy Mercy. THE FIFTH MYSTERY: (For all County and Municipal Offices of the United States of America)-Our FatherTo be prayed before each Hail Mary: “We plead the Blood of Jesus over (name a different state for each Hail Mary) and every soul in that state.”South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wyoming, Wisconsin For the Conversion of our Country Glory Be- Oh, my Jesus, forgive us our sins; save us from the fires of hell; lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Thy Mercy.Hail Holy Queen- Sign of the Cross- AmenMay God bless America-May God bless you...

The Daily Philip is a devotion of prayer to the Patron Saint of Joy, St. Philip Neri, led by Fr. Malone, parochial vicar of Christ the Redeemer Parish in Swift Current. This devotion has four parts: (1) a daily prayer for a particular virtue, based on the day of the week, to which Pope Pius IX has attached an indulgence (dated May 17, 1852,); (2) a reading from The Life of St. Philip Neri, Apostle of Rome; (3) a quote from The Maxims and Counsels of St. Philip Neri; and (4) the daily prayer for a good death.   For Monday Prayer to obtain the virtue of Patience. St. Philip, my Patron Saint, whose heart was ever so constant in time of trouble, and whose spirit was so loving under suffering, that, when persecuted by the jealous, or calumniated by the wicked who thought to discredit thy sanctity, or when tried by God with many long, painful infirmities, thou didst always bear thy trials with wonderful tranquillity of heart and mind; pray for me that I may have a spirit of true courage in every adversity.  Alas, how much I stand in need of patience!  I shrink from every little trouble; I sicken under every light affliction; I fire up at and resent every trifling contradiction; never willing to learn that the road to paradise lies amidst the thorns of tribulation. Yet this was the path our Diving Master deigned to tread, and this too, my Saintly Patron, was thy path also.  Obtain for me, then, this courage, that with good hearty will I may embrace the crosses which every day I receive from God, and bear them all with the same endurance and ready will as thou didst when thou wast on earth; that so I may be made worthy to enjoy the blessed fruit of sufferings with thee in heaven above. Our Father…, Hail Mary…, Glory Be…   Prayer to be said daily, for a good death. O glorious Saint Philip, faithful helper of thy dying children, be thou my father and protector in the hour of my death. Let not the devil overcome me; let not temptation oppress me, nor fear overwhelm me in that hour; but grant through thy intercession that, fortified by faith, hope, and charity, I may bear all things with patience and perseverance, and may happily die the death of the just. Amen.

In this episode of The Latin Prayer Podcast, we explore the Maremagnum devotion, often confused with the unauthenticated “9 Prayers.” Instead, we focus on the authentic 7 Prayers of St. Gregory, a powerful set of meditations on the Passion of Jesus Christ. These prayers, preserved in medieval manuscripts and long recommended for Catholic devotion, each reflect on a mystery of Christ's suffering, death, resurrection, and glory. Join us in praying this traditional Catholic devotion in English, with structure and context explained. Each prayer is followed by an Our Father and a Hail Mary, guiding the faithful in deeper reflection and love for our Lord's Passion. Perfect for Holy Week, First Fridays, or any time you wish to unite with the suffering Christ through Catholic meditations, Latin prayer traditions, and Eucharistic spirituality.   To follow me on other platforms Click on my LinkTree below. linktr.ee/dylandrego Submit Prayer Requests or comments / suggestions: thelatinprayerpodcast@gmail.com To Support FishEaters.com Click Here (  / fisheaters  ) Join me and others in praying the Holy Rosary every day; here are the Spotify quick links to the Rosary: Joyful Mysteries https://open.spotify.com/episode/1yhn... Sorrowful Mysteries https://open.spotify.com/episode/3P0n... Glorious Mysteries https://open.spotify.com/episode/3t7l... Luminous Mysteries https://open.spotify.com/episode/6vlA... 15 Decade Rosary https://open.spotify.com/episode/2q33... Know that if you are listening to this, I am praying for you. Please continue to pray with me and for me and my family. May everything you do be Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam. God Love You! Valete (Goodbye)   This podcast may contain copyrighted material the use of which may not always have been specifically authorized by the copyright owner. We are making such material available in our efforts to advanced the teachings of the Holy Catholic Church for the promulgation of religious education. We believe this constitutes a "fair use” of any such copyrighted material as provided for in section 107 of the US copyright law, and section 29, 29.1 & 29.2 of the Canadian copyright act. Music Credit: 3MDEHDDQTEJ1NBB0

It's time to set fantasy lineups for Week 8. In this video, I break down the must starts, must sits, sleepers, rookies, boom/bust plays, and my Week 8 winner so you can dominate your fantasy football matchups We'll cover:

Nate Tice & Charles McDonald dive into the Week 8 NFL slate with bold predictions, matchups to watch and more. The duo kick things off by getting Lost in the Sauce with their two favorite matchups of the week, including the Aaron Rodgers revenge game (Green Bay Packers @ Pittsburgh Steelers) and a hoss fight in Denver (Dallas Cowboys @ Denver Broncos).Next, Nate & Charles celebrate a particularly sloppy Sunday slate with a triple Slop Watch (games that are more interesting than they appear on paper), featuring the New England Patriots taking on the Cleveland Browns, the Chicago Bears trying to hold off the Baltimore Ravens and the Buffalo Bills vs. Carolina Panthers.The two hosts wrap things up with their Hail Mary bold predictions of the week, as Charles predicts a monster day from the Kansas City Chiefs offense, while Nate predicts a New Orleans Saints divisional W against the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.(2:55) - Packers @ Steelers preview(21:55) - Cowboys @ Broncos preview(40:25) - Slop watch: Browns @ Patriots(47:30) - Slop watch: Bears @ Ravens(54:40) - Slop watch: Bills @ Panthers(1:03:40) - Hail Mary predictions Subscribe to Football 301 on your favorite podcast app:

Nate Tice & Charles McDonald dive into the Week 8 NFL slate with bold predictions, matchups to watch and more. The duo kick things off by getting Lost in the Sauce with their two favorite matchups of the week, including the Aaron Rodgers revenge game (Green Bay Packers @ Pittsburgh Steelers) and a hoss fight in Denver (Dallas Cowboys @ Denver Broncos).Next, Nate & Charles celebrate a particularly sloppy Sunday slate with a triple Slop Watch (games that are more interesting than they appear on paper), featuring the New England Patriots taking on the Cleveland Browns, the Chicago Bears trying to hold off the Baltimore Ravens and the Buffalo Bills vs. Carolina Panthers.The two hosts wrap things up with their Hail Mary bold predictions of the week, as Charles predicts a monster day from the Kansas City Chiefs offense, while Nate predicts a New Orleans Saints divisional W against the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.(2:55) - Packers @ Steelers preview(21:55) - Cowboys @ Broncos preview(40:25) - Slop watch: Browns @ Patriots(47:30) - Slop watch: Bears @ Ravens(54:40) - Slop watch: Bills @ Panthers(1:03:40) - Hail Mary predictions Subscribe to Football 301 on your favorite podcast app:

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As we continue move through the month of the Rosary, Father Dave welcomes Shannon Wendt to discuss finding time in our hearts and schedules for prayer. Shannon is the Founder and CEO of ChewsLife.com and the author of the new book, “The Way of the Rosary: A Journey with Mary Through Scripture, Liturgy, and Life.”

Izzy is perplexed that the Steelers' defense could look that bad against the Bengals. Then, Stugotz wonders if the Aaron Rodgers failed Hail Mary might've been the best incompletion in NFL history. And finally, we head into the weekend, updating the polls. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Nate Tice & Charles McDonald dive into the Week 7 NFL slate with bold predictions, matchups to watch and more. The duo start off by getting Lost in the Sauce with their 3 favorite games of the week: the Indianapolis Colts taking on the Los Angeles Chargers in a potential shootout, a Hoss Fight of the Week in the New York Giants offensive line against the Denver Broncos defensive front and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers vs. the Detroit Lions on Monday night.Later, Nate & Charles bust out the Cheat Sheet for key matchups to watch in four other games: Los Angeles Rams vs. Jacksonville Jaguars, Philadelphia Eagles vs. Minnesota Vikings, Atlanta Falcons vs. San Francisco 49ers and Houston Texans vs. Seattle Seahawks.Finally, the hosts wrap up with their Hail Mary predictions of the week, as Charles predicts the New York Jets getting their first W, and Nate thinks Sam LaPorta has a big day against the Bucs defense.(2:25) - Colts vs. Chargers preview(17:10) - Giants vs. Broncos hoss fight(23:20) - Buccaneers vs. Lions preview(37:20) - Rams vs. Jaguars preview(45:10) - Eagles vs. Vikings preview(54:10) - Falcons vs. 49ers preview(1:00:30) - Texans vs. Seahawks preview(1:06:42) - Hail Mary predictions Subscribe to Football 301 on your favorite podcast app:

Patrick responds to listeners’ most personal questions, tracing everything from the roots and meaning of the Hail Mary and the Memorare to practical struggles with family estrangement over faith. He moves between stories of prayer and reconciliation, wild odds behind human conception, and the quiet drama of why the Eucharist lingers outside early Church creeds. Clarifying what comes from official teaching versus what arises from pious tradition, Patrick mixes wisdom, wonder, and a direct approach to Catholic belief. Maria – Why do we kneel during the Purification? (00:45) Patrick in Newton Falls - Matthew 24:36. What is the origin of the phrase 'at the hour of our death' in the Hail Mary? (02:39) Bridget - Before the world was made, God chose us in Christ. How can I reconcile this with biology? Would you agree that the selection of our birth is determined by God? (11:21) Gabriel - When should I try to stop trying to evangelize my Calvinist in-law family? (20:46) Peter - Why is the belief in the Eucharist not found in the Creed? (34:13) Isaac - Does the Church approve the St. Bridget 12-year devotion? (40:16) Hazel - Can lay people anoint a sick person with Holy Water or Holy Oil? (46:42)

Survivor 49's Matt Williams joins Sharon Tharp to break down the episode that sent him home. He opens up about his failed Hail Mary plan to flip the tribe, what really went wrong at Tribal Council, and the behind-the-scenes moments fans didn't see on TV.

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Jerry kicked off his first update with the Bears clawing past the Commanders after Jayden Daniels' brutal late fumble set up the game-winning FG. Then came the roar from Atlanta, where Bijon Robinson and the Falcons steamrolled the Bills. And in Detroit, Aaron Glenn finally fessed up — Justin Fields took a step back and botched a Hail Mary chance before halftime.

The Jets clock management at the end of each half was egregious.

Joe Ostrowski and Sam Panayotovich break down all of yesterday's NFL action including Patrick Mahomes throwing four touchdown passes to lead Kansas City over Detroit, Baker Mayfield proving once again why he's currently the leader in the club house for MVP, and the Colts starting 5-1 for the first time since the Peyton Manning era. Then, bets for each of tonight's games of the Monday Night Football double header, as Josh Allen and the Bills look to bounce back from their first loss of the season, as just over a field goal favorite in Atlanta, and the Bears looking for their revenge on the Washington Commanders for after the season altering Hail Mary in 2024. The hour wraps with a Case of the Monday's airing out all of their grievances from the weekend including Penn State firing James Franklin and his $50 million buyout, and Justin Fields' horrendous performance for the entire world to see in London.

Joe Ostrowski and Sam Panayotovich discuss how they're betting each of tonight's games of the Monday Night Football double header, as Josh Allen and the Bills look to bounce back from their first loss of the season, as just over a field goal favorite in Atlanta, and the Bears looking for their revenge on the Washington Commanders for after the season altering Hail Mary in 2024.

The Commanders have a Monday Night Football date with the Bears in a rematch of last year's much-discussed Hail Mary game – but is it time to move on from that? It seems both teams have, and we discuss all things Commanders-Bears, including the budding Jayden-Caleb rivalry, in this week's Best of Commanders!

The Commanders have a Monday Night Football date with the Bears in a rematch of last year's much-discussed Hail Mary game – but is it time to move on from that? It seems both teams have, and we discuss all things Commanders-Bears, including the budding Jayden-Caleb rivalry, in this week's Best of Commanders!

JP Finlay and Mitch Tischler are live from Ashburn to preview the Commanders' Week 6 Monday Night Football matchup against the Chicago Bears. The episode begins by re-living last year's Hail Mary and a debate whether that carries over to this game. The guys then dive into a preview for Monday with a discussion of the Caleb Williams-Ben Johnson pairing and what the Commanders must do to win. The episode ends with over/unders, 100 chips and the Benji bet.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Nate Tice & Charles McDonald dive into the Week 6 NFL slate with bold predictions, matchups to watch and more. The two hosts kick things off by getting Lost in the Sauce with their three favorite games – San Francisco 49ers vs. Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Detroit Lions vs. Kansas City Chiefs & Chicago Bears vs. Washington Commanders – analyzing what to watch for on each side of the ball, key matchups and final predictions.Later, Nate & Charles bust out the Cheat Sheet, where they each give one thing to watch in the Seattle Seahawks vs. Jacksonville Jaguars matchup and the Buffalo Bills taking on the Atlanta Falcons on Monday.Finally, the duo give their Hail Mary bold predictions for the weekend, as Charles reluctantly backs the Cleveland Browns against the Pittsburgh Steelers and Nate picks the New York Jets to pull off a huge upset against the Denver Broncos in London.(2:40) - 49ers @ Buccaneers preview(20:55) - Lions @ Chiefs preview(39:15) - Bears @ Commanders preview(52:30) - Cheat Sheet: SEA @ JAX and BUF @ ATL(1:03:15) - Hail Mary bold predictions! Subscribe to Football 301 on your favorite podcast app: