#ports

Everyone, red state, blue state, everyone supports space exploration. ↗

— Bill Nye

#everyone #exploration #red #space #space exploration

I'm tired of hearing about money, money, money, money, money. I just want to play the game, drink Pepsi, wear Reebok. ↗

— Shaquille O'Neal

#about #drink #game #hearing #i

Sports without music is just a game. Music makes it entertaining. ↗

— Ice Cube

#game #just #makes #music #sports

In Russia we had to have special visas in our passports, and when we had to show our passports at the Kremlin gates, we realized that, Oh my God, we're actually playing in THE Kremlin! ↗

— Alan Parsons

#gates #god #had #kremlin #oh

Thus so wretched is man that he would weary even without any cause for weariness... and so frivolous is he that, though full of a thousand reasons for weariness, the least thing, such as playing billiards or hitting a ball, is sufficient enough to amuse him. ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#amuse #any #ball #billiards #cause

Tactics, fitness, stroke ability, adaptability, experience, and sportsmanship are all necessary for winning. ↗

— Fred Perry

#ability #adaptability #experience #necessary #sportsmanship

In the sports arena I would say there is nothing like training and preparation. You have to train your mind as much as your body. ↗

— Venus Williams

#body #i #like #mind #much

Unfortunately the world is what it is now. People don't get along for whatever reason. As professional athletes, in a way we're almost ambassadors for peace, because sports brings everyone together. ↗

— Venus Williams

#along #athletes #because #brings #everyone

Whenever an art form loses its fire, when it gets weakened by intellectual inbreeding and first principles fade into stale tradition, a radical fringe eventually appears to blow it up and rebuild from the rubble. Young Gun ultrarunners were like Lost Generation writers in the ’20s, Beat poets in the ’50s, and rock musicians in the ’60s: they were poor and ignored and free from all expectations and inhibitions. They were body artists, playing with the palette of human endurance. ↗

— Christopher McDougall

#beat-poetry #sports-inspirational #art

I'd only seen Julius play a few times, but he had that gift, that grace, those fingers like a goddamn medicine man. One time, when the tribal school traveled to Spokane to play this white high school team, Julius scored sixty-seven points and the Indians won by forty. I didn't know they'd be riding horses," I heard the coach of the white team say when I was leaving. ... Hey," I asked Adrian. "Remember Silas Sirius?" Hell," Adrian said. "Do I remember? I was there when he grabbed that defensive rebound, took a step, and flew the length of the court, did a full spin in midair, and then dunked that fucking ball. And I don't mean it looked like he flew, or it was so beautiful it was almost like he flew. I mean, he flew, period." I laughed, slapped my legs, and knew that I believed Adrian's story more as it sounded less true. Shit," he continued. "And he didn't grow no wings. He just kicked his legs a little. Held that ball like a baby in his hand. And he was smiling. Really. Smiling when he flew. Smiling when he dunked it, smiling when he walked off the court and never came back. Hell, he was still smiling ten years after that. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#native-american #sports #beauty