If there's grass in the field, play ball!
Do you agree that when theres tension and an obsession to want to hit the ball is when you hit it worst? You have to be loose.
I do want to play the short ball and I do want to play the long ball. I think long and short balls is what football is all about
My first job was a commercial for Ball Park Fun Franks.
People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly. . . time-y wimey. . . stuff.
Put a lot of paint & a wooden ball or other object on a board. Push to the other end of the board. Use this in a painting. - ruler on board.
I have big nuts. huge nuts. Elephantitis of the balls - that's what I have.
In soccer, the blindest player is the one who sees nothing but the ball.
The ball is round so that the game can change direction
I didn't know I wanted to be a hairdresser. I was always interested in fashion and imagery in a very naive way, but it was always an attraction, like glitter balls.
The reason I do what I do is because I was influenced by Steve Martin, by Woody Allen, by Bob Newhart, by Carol Burnett, by Lucille Ball.
It was kind of ridiculous to carry it up to a certain point and then drop the ball or the bomb, like quitting the band right after we had signed to Virgin.
If you put a pistol against my head and ask which I think is worse, Muslims or Mexicans, I'd have to think a moment, then I'd say the Muslims because they've broken my balls.
Socrates said that, from above, the Earth looks like one of those twelve-patched leathern balls.
I guess I do prefer a ball cap. I have performed without a cap, mostly at funerals and weddings.
You gotta keep the ball off the fat part of the bat.
I'm happy when I'm juggling, but I feel like I've gone from, like, 3 balls to 10 bowling balls. But, that's a good problem. I don't really have a complaint about that.
Chess is a time game, it’s a game of patience. That pretty much defines how I run the ball.
I met Hilary Vaughan at a Student Ball in 1944 and we married in the summer of 1946, as soon as I graduated.
Anybody who can't hear the difference between a ball hitting wood and a ball hitting concrete must be blind.