I love playing out. I love dance music, I love minimal electro. Especially hearing that in clubs, it's a nod to that really.
Yogi Berra, Bill Lee, they were irreverent, poked fun at the stodgy owners and managers.
Baseball games are like snowflakes and fingerprints, no two are ever alike.
Hardly anybody recognizes the most significant moments of their life at the time they happen.
Baseball is the most perfect of games, solid, true, pure and precious as diamonds. If only life were so simple. Within the baselines anything can happen. Tides can reverse; oceans can open. That's why they say, "the game is never over until the last man is out. " Colors can change, lives can alter, anything is possible in this gentle, flawless, loving game.
Praise the name of baseball. The word will set captives free. The word will open the eyes of the blind. The word will raise the dead. Have you the word of baseball living inside you? Has the word of baseball become part of you? Do you live it, play it, digest it, forever? Let an old man tell you to make the word of baseball your life. Walk into the world and speak of baseball. Let the word flow through you like water, so that it may quicken the thirst of your fellow man.
Syzygy, inexorable, pancreatic, phantasmagoria - anyone who can use those four words in one sentence will never have to do manual labor.
Fashion is what you feel comfortable in and being a little adventurous with it.
I was collecting Barbies. I know. . . embarrassing. I sold them all on eBay, and traded them for vintage dishes. So I've collected two things.
Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. “I’m embalmed. ” “Potted and splificated?” “Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.
Why is it, I wonder, that anyone who displays superior athletic ability is an object of admiration to his classmates, while one who displays superior mental ability is an object of hatred?