Bobby Blair’s “Hiding Inside the Baseline” is the compelling, must-read story about a young boy from a poor family — incredibly supportive mother, alcoholic father — who begins working towards becoming one of the top tennis prospects in the country.

When a radicalized US Army veteran mowed down 15 people in New Orleans, Donald Trump wasted no time pointing his finger, blaming immigrants and a non-existent “open border” for the tragedy:

I met this guy, and we have been hooking up for a while.

During last night’s walk with Sebastian, two young adult males rode by on bicycles, one yelling to the other, “You’re a f*cking man. Suck it up!”

In life, we often face moments that define us — moments of deep struggle, unexpected triumph, and transformation.

It’s morning, New Years Day, 2030. After a night of revelry, Americans are waking up to a dancing hologram, by now familiar, floating over their beds. Donald Trump’s three-dimensional image gyrates enthusiastically if irrhythmically to the dreaded YMCA song, tiny fists boxing the air as everyone grabs the covers. Swinging a flyswatter, throwing a shoe or spraying disinfectant at the specter does nothing; running is equally pointless as Trump’s hologram dances right along into the bathroom.