#ball

The trouble for today's footballers is they have too many distractions. We used to get our old players coming to watch training with football magazines in their hands. Now, more often than not, they are checking the share prices. ↗

— Franz Beckenbauer

#coming #distractions #football #footballers #get

He speaks in that strange sports talk, telling me about the start of the new season and asks if I follow baseball. No. I really don’t. He assures me if I stay in town long enough I will become a baseball fan. It’s a requirement of living in St. Louis. Everyone is a Cardinal’s fan. “Loyal,” he tells me. St. Louis is a loyal town. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#cardinals #contemporary #gothic #historical-fiction #missouri

I don’t think anybody’s ever written a song called, “There’s urine on the couch, and the remote control is in the shower.” I would write it myself, but I’ve never been very good at writing love ballads. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#humor #love-ballad #shower #song #strange

Never sit back and wait for a opportunity to find you, get up and search for one, it exists find it! ↗

— Victoria Addino

#challenge-inspiration-motivation #motivational-inspirational #success #inspirational

Lies are so suburban...But murder is nice and clean. ↗

— Carole Morin

#screwball-noir #twisted-love #love

And one fine day the goddess of the wind kisses the foot of man, that mistreated, scorned foot, and from that kiss the soccer idol is born. He is born in a straw crib in a tin-roofed shack and he enters the world clinging to a ball. ↗

— Eduardo Hughes Galeano

#idol #inspiration #soccer #inspirational

Baseball has traditionally possessed a wonderful lack of seriousness. The game's best player, Babe Ruth, was a Rabelaisian fat man, and its most loved manager, Casey Stengel, spoke gibberish. In this lazy sport, only the pitcher pours sweat. Then he takes three days off. ↗

— Thomas Boswell

#love

Why do we remember the Boys of Summer? We remember because we were young when they were, of course. But more, we remember because we feel the ache of guilt and regret. While they were running, jumping, leaping, we were slouched behind typewriters, smoking and drinking, pretending to some mystic communion with men we didn't really know or like. Men from ghettos we didn't dare visit, or rural farms we passed at sixty miles an hour. Loving what they did on the field, we could forget how superior we felt towards them the rest of the time. By cheering them on we proved we had nothing to do with the injustices that kept their lives separate from ours. There's nothing sordid or false about the Boys of Summer. Only our memories smell like sweaty jockstraps. ↗

— Roger Kahn

#regret #love

Take my love, take my land Take me where I cannot stand I don’t care, I’m still free You can’t take the sky from me Take me out to the black Tell them I ain’t comin’ back Burn the land and boil the sea You can’t take the sky from me There’s no place I can be Since I found Serenity But you can’t take the sky from me… ↗

— Joss Whedon

#character-strength #firefly #freedom #music #song-lyrics

I'm OK with being single, but I'm not OK when the time comes where I have to move my furniture around and to change the high ceiling light balls... ↗

— Hiroko Sakai

#humorous #light-ball #love #single #single-life