Stated to a running back after an overly exuberant display of celebration: Next time you make a touchdown, act like you've been there before.
Nobody in football should be called a genius. Football players are not like Norman Einstein.
My father watched football with the sound off because he lived in fear of hearing the voice of Howard Cosell.
Your brain commands your body to "Run forward! Bend! Scoop up the ball! Peg it to the infield!" Then your body says, "Who, me?"
Baseball, it is said, is only a game. True. And the Grand Canyon is only a hole in Arizona. Not all holes, or games, are created equal.
He spends so much time in the sand trap you'd think he was in the cast of Baywatcb.
Most ball games are lost, not won.
Running isn't a sport for pretty boys...It's about the sweat in your hair and the blisters on your feet. Its the frozen spit on your chin and the nausea in your gut. It's about throbbing calves and cramps at midnight that are strong enough to wake the dead. It's about getting out the door and running when the rest of the world is only dreaming about having the passion that you need to live each and every day with. It's about being on a lonely road and running like a champion even when there's not a single soul in sight to cheer you on. Running is all about having the desire to train and persevere until every fiber in your legs, mind, and heart is turned to steel. And when you've finally forged hard enough, you will have become the best runner you can be. And that's all that you can ask for.
The problem with winter sports is that -- follow me closely here -- they generally take place in winter.
The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.
Have you noticed that whatever sport you're trying to learn, some earnest person is always telling you to keep your knees bent?
Although golf was originally restricted to wealthy, overweight Protestants, today it's open to anybody who owns hideous clothing.
I love the Olympics, because they enable people from all over the world to come together and--regardless of their political or cultural differences--accuse each other of cheating.
Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.
Everyone has the fire, but the champions know when to ignite the spark.
Soccer forces life to move on. There’s always a new match. A new season. There’s always a dream that everything can get better. It’s a game of wonders.
I think all of us are looking for that which does not admit of bullshit . . . If you tell me you can bench press 450, hell, we'll load up the bar and put you under it. Either you can do it or you can't do it—you can't bullshit. Ultimately, sports are just about as close to what one would call the truth as it is possible to get in this world.
He has the body of a professional athlete, chiseled to perfection in all the right places.
GrayG: I feel like I can tell you anything. IvyMac: You can. That's what friends do. GrayG: I've never been friends with a girl before. IvyMac: I'm honored to be your first.
No matter the disappointment, you simply cannot divorce your favorite team.