Working hard or hardly working

Every August, we have a multi-day seminar for TNF on Prime… and now NBA on Prime!!!! This was my first one in my new role as host of the NBA show—coming October 2025—and it felt so special.

Our family has expanded to include legends like Dirk Nowitzki, Candace Parker, Blake Griffin, Udonis Haslem, Kevin Harlan, Ian Eagle, and so many more—all captured in this photo.

This is the greatest job I’ve ever had, and it’s because of the people in that picture and the culture we’ve built together. It’s my ultimate honor to help shape this new show from the ground up, carrying over the same magic we’ve already made—and finding new ways to make it our own.

Also —— 13 year old me would never believe I get to be Steve Nash’s point guard. Or maybe she would.

We got a sneak peek of our NBA on Prime Opening Night matchups and I almost started screaming. We have such a compelling and incredible slate this season. More info on our schedule comes out later today! You know where to be on October 24th baby!!!!!!!!!!!

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Had a debate about this last week….and I’m not ashamed to say I LOVE a good Instagram dump.

I’m not referring to a carousel from a single event or moment. Not here are 10 photos from my trip to Greece. I mean the hodgepodge 18 slide medley of mismatched images recapping someone’s month or season. A DUMP. It’s fun scrolling through one and seeing the shareable beats of someone’s life. A diversion away from the a solo selfie towards the fuller story. Some people hate them and I get that. The Art of the Instagram Dump is still curation that requires a level of planning and some self indulgence. But it’s try hard in the best way. The photos you choose say something about you. The order is deliberate. There are photos that don’t have your face in it and some that are just words. Two where you look fabulous. A clever meme. Something that shows you don’t always take yourself too seriously. The occasional grainy or blurry photo. A mix of moments from work and moments with the ones you love. The dump shows versatility, vivre, and the vastness of your life. The fullness that you didn’t have time to share.

And then the caption — “lately” used as another symbol of nonchalance. Or no caption at all. Something that gives the sense of “I’ve been too busy living to show you what I’ve been doing, but here are some photos I took along the way.” The best part about a dump is that it pretends not to care while still telling you everything you need to know. Maybe I’m being overly dramatic (which I tend to be) but to me the popularity of the Instagram dump signals a collective craving to live in the moment. Or at least get closer to it.

A few years ago, I bought a Contax point and shoot film camera, and I think thats why I love dumps so much - they remind me of film. I’d carry it around for months, snapping moments as they happened with no idea how they came out until I developed the roll. There’s something magical about not knowing what you looked like until you see it in your hands. Not obsessing over whether it’s a great angle. Not worried about if it’s a good photo. Just that it’s a good picture. One take. No redos. There’s a rawness to what is captured.

And when you finally get them all back at once, it feels like a gift. I’d print my favorites and add them to a photo album. Something I can hold. Flip through. Revisit.

Maybe this is a function of my never-ending desire to post less. Maybe I just enjoy seeing things all at once. The sporadic yet complete nature of it. Or sifting through your times and deciding what made you feel the most. What defined your days. Maybe it's that you get to pick and choose. I don’t know. But there’s something satisfying about what makes the cut.

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There is no greater sign you’ve hit your 30s than sudden mysterious back issues.

As I write this, I have a rib out. In short - that means a rib is out of place. It’s deeply uncomfortable. It makes it difficult to move to the left or right depending on which side is injured. It even hurts to take a deep breath because of how your ribs expand - tricking you into thinking something is wrong with your chest. It just sucks.

This is my third rib out since September 2024

• The first was after I went too heavy on a single-arm lift in a strength training class, which popped the rib on the opposite side.

• The second happened going up three flights of stairs to the Delta Lounge in Atlanta, carrying my carry-on with one arm. Same rib.

• This latest one? A 5.5-hour flight from LA to Boston. I must’ve slept weird, because when I reached to open my hotel room door… I felt it instantly.

So here I am, back at the chiropractor. I refuse to get the loud neck adjustment where they twist and crack and it sounds like popcorn in your spine—..so thankfully, for this injury, all they do is have you lay on your stomach, press down, pop the rib back into place, then lay on your back, flip your leg, fold your arms, wait for their body pressure.... and you wake up feeling brand new.

I love being active, so if you have any back-saving routines that work for you… I’m all ears.