#ball

I have absolutely no idea what my generation did to enrich our democracy. We dropped the ball. We entered a period of complacency and closed our eyes to the public corruption of our democracy. ↗

— Wynton Marsalis

#ball #closed #complacency #corruption #democracy

He who looks in the crystal ball ends up eating glass... They're way, way close. ↗

— Mary Matalin

#close #crystal #crystal ball #eating #ends

If you've ever been around a group of actors, you've noticed, no doubt, that they can talk of nothing else under the sun but acting. It's exactly the same way with baseball players. Your heart must be in your work. ↗

— Christy Mathewson

#around #baseball #baseball players #been #doubt

Many baseball fans look upon an umpire as a sort of necessary evil to the luxury of baseball, like the odor that follows an automobile. ↗

— Christy Mathewson

#automobile #baseball #evil #fans #follows

I guess the biggest thing is that I committed to a spiritual center before I do anything else. And I put some daily things in my life into practice and I maintain that, to make sure that I don't drop the ball. ↗

— Kathy Mattea

#ball #before #biggest #biggest thing #center

It was not long before I was struck with the idea that base ball was just the game for a national sport for Americans. ↗

— Henry Chadwick

#base #before #game #i #idea

In playing or managing, the game of ball is only fun for me when I'm out in front and winning. I don't give a hill of beans for the rest of the game. ↗

— John McGraw

#beans #front #fun #game #give

I've been very influenced by folklore, fairy tales, and folk ballads, so I love all the classic works based on these things -- like George Macdonald's 19th century fairy stories, the fairy poetry of W.B. Yeats, and Sylvia Townsend Warner's splendid book The Kingdoms of Elfin. (I think that particular book of hers wasn't published until the 1970s, not long before her death, but she was an English writer popular in the middle decades of the 20th century.) I'm also a big Pre-Raphaelite fan, so I love William Morris' early fantasy novels. Oh, and "Lud-in-the-Mist" by Hope Mirrlees (Neil Gaiman is a big fan of that one too), and I could go on and on but I won't! ↗

— Terri Windling

#fairy-tales #folk-ballads #folklore #influences #pre-raphaelite

I crawled back to bed, knowing I was done for. Hours later, the phone in our room started ringing. It was George. He was not happy. "Room 312. Now!" he shouted. Bouldy got up. I tried to pull myself together, splashing my face with water and hauling on my shorts and flip flops. It was a lovely day outside, the sun was scorching hot and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but it might as well have been a pissing wet morning in St Albans for all I cared. I felt sick to the pit of my stomach as we made the Walk of Death to Room 312, which I knew was Paul and Gus's room. When we walked in, I thought I'd arrived in downtown Baghdad. Water dripped from the ceiling. The board games were in pieces and all the plastic parts were scattered over the floor. The balcony window was wide open and I could see a bed upended by the pool outside. ↗

— Paul Merson

#humour #prank #trouble #death

I was trying to have an insight, and all I could think of was that I'd backed myself into a corner, and the corner was me. ↗

— John Welter

#humor #love #lunchmeat #satire #softball