Quotes About Athletics

Everyone is coming after me now. Fine, let them keep on coming. I'm the fastest man in the world, no doubt.

There's no doubt about it; playing football and how tough it is on the body afterwards.

Anthony Johnson hits harder than any other person, no doubt. Every time he hit me, it made me kind of, like, fly all over the place. He was trying to take my head off.

Nick Diaz is going to go down as one of the greatest MMA fighters of all time, no doubt.

MMA in my opinion is the hardest sport in the world, no doubt.

I'm no doubt the best fighter in MMA. There's no doubt about that, and I have the mental ability now to go along with the skills I have always had.

No, I don't put no pressure on myself, I just go out and play the game.

I would fight McGregor in any weight, no problem. It would be a good fight, I'd really like to fight him.

But there's no problem to lift before the game in the morning, then play the game at night.

I've got no problem making 125.

Poe, football star who had had scouts sniffing around him. Tough faced, tough bodied. He'd been the one to push a plate of spaghetti to her when she and Max had found the house in the snowy dark.

Most schools don't do this job well at all. Instead, most children feel failure when they go to class. They could also hire athletics to do the job. For a few, sports do the job well. But for the less gifted, athletics makes students feel failure, too. So they hire electronic games to feel successful. And yet for many, even such games yield failure. So they hire friends who have feelings of failure, too—and engage in drugs and other things to feel successful.

Though not much of a swimmer herself, Hux knew the four basic strokes. Freestyle was the speed stroke, breast was for en durance, the backstroke was a quirk of the body's buoyancy in motion, and the butterfly was the power stroke.

I'd never been much of an athlete, due to a physical condition I'd had since birth (unathleticism). Perhaps if there were a sport centered around lying on your couch in a neurotic stupor all day, I'd take an interest.

Line 130: I never bounced a ball or swung a bat Frankly I too never excelled in soccer and cricket; I am a passable horseman, a vigorous though unorthodox skier, a good skater, a tricky wrestler, and an enthusiastic mountain climber.

thoughts. The concentrated mind has no room for thinking how well the body is doing, much less of the how-to's of the doing. When a player is in this state, there is little to interfere with the full expression of his potential to perform, learn and enjoy.

sports; they come when the mind is as still as a glass lake.

The playing field is more sacred than the stock exchange, more blessed than Capital Hill or the vaults of Fort Knox. The diamond and the gridiron -- and, to a lesser degree, the court, the rink, the track, and the ring -- embody the American dream of Eden.

I always thought the whole idea of being paid to play pro basketball is ridiculous. I mean, think about it. You are taking that ball, running down the court, and you've got somebody on you. You've got four guys out there on your team, and five from the other team, and some people on the bench, and you look up and the place is packed, and all you are trying to do is make that ball go through the hole. It's just crazy to me. After all these years, it still doesn't make sense.

The key to being a good shooter is balance. Everything follows balance.

I wasn't real quick, and I wasn't real strong. Some guys will just take off and it's like, whoa. So I beat them with my mind and my fundamentals.

lt takes guts to play defense, because you can loaf out on the court and nobody will know it. Only you will know if you did your best to grab a loose ball, or stop your man from scoring.

The best player I ever played with was Dennis Johnson.

A month earlier, twenty-six-year-old Zamperini had been one of the greatest runners in the world, expected by many to be the first to break the four-minute mile, one of the most celebrated barriers in sport. Now his Olympian's body had wasted to less than one hundred pounds and his famous legs could no longer lift him. Almost everyone outside of his family had given him up for dead.