Quotes About Game

You got to be lucky. Like, for example, one time in the seventh game of a playoff, somebody took a shot -- I think it was Nelson or Ramsey or Sam -- and it hit the backboard, hit the rim, rolled around, went in, and made me a hell of a coach. You know what I mean?

What affects the game today is money. And the agents tell their players "It's all right to be a great defensive player and so forth and so on, but you better put some points up there so I can sell you to some teams." And you say "Well, he averages twelve points a game, only plays fifteen minutes, he's one hell of a player." But if I go to him and say, "I got a guy out here, he's a good defensive player, and he averages two points a game," you can't sell him. See. It's money.

The poem is furious ascension; poetry, the game of arid riverbanks. I am a man of riverbanks – excavation and inflammation – not always able to be torrent.

Cheat at this game.

De pronto aparece, porque esas son las reglas del juego, una aguja que revienta la burbuja que se ha estado cuidando como una inocencia: y ya, fin de la tregua.

Football is an angry game, played with punishing violence," he writes. "People get destroyed on the field, lives end. It makes sense that its first star was someone who'd already lost everything, a ruined man, ill-treated, stripped to his essential qualities: speed, strength, power. Jim Thorpe is the spirit of the game. Every NFL hit still carries the fury of the disgraced Indian, prowling the field, seeking justice.

It is as if we are trapped in a never-ending game, our lives hinging on the roll of a dice or the turn of a card.

Poker is good for you. It enriches the soul, sharpens the intellect, heals the spirit, and when played well - nourishes the wallet. Above all else, poker forces the player to face reality and deal with it head-on. [...] Your challenges for as long as you aspire to win at poker is this: Be willing to examine your character and game.

The military, moreover, made one major cultural breakthrough: on the frozen lake, members of the Royal Canadian Rifles developed, by hit and miss and bump and grind, a new game using skates, field hockey sticks and a lacrosse ball.

We'll live and trade and make deals and have love affairs, all in symbol space. The world will be a game, with on-screen scores. And all this?" He waves, as people do on phones, even knowing Chris can't see him. "All the things you say people really want? Real life? Soon we won't even remember how it used to go.

The game's best AIs are smarter than last year's interplanetary probes. Play becomes the engine of human growth. But

Someone who doesn't even know she's been invented, staying game in the face of the inescapable plot.

The game seems childish, at first. But all of art is childish, all storytelling, all human hope and fear.

Human life, for Nietzsche, is ultimately a part of a kind of vast game…[which] is, so to speak, the only game in town….The nature of the game, he holds, establishes a standard for the evaluation of everything falling within its compass. The availability of this standard places evaluation on footing that is as firm as that on which the comprehension of life and the world stands.

Sydowski and his father had good seats at the Coliseum. Thirty rows up from first. But the game lacked zeal. Entering the eighth, with the A's up by seven over the Yankees, was not exciting baseball.

And, whoa! He turned to Mr.D. Your the wine dude? No way! Mr.D turned hi eyes away from me and gave Nico a look of loathing. The wine dude? Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I've got your figurine! My figurine. In my game, Mythomagic. And holofoil card, too! And even though you've only got like five hundred attack points and everybody thinks your the lamest god card, I totally think your powers are sweet! Ah. Mr.D seemed truly perplexed, which probably saved my life. Well, that's...gratifying.

I held out a lead figurine of Hades—the little Mythomagic statue Nico had abandoned when he fled camp last winter. Nico hesitated. I don't play that game anymore. It's for kids. It's got four thousand attack power, I coaxed. Five thousand, Nico corrected. But only if your opponent attacks first. I smiled. Maybe it's okay to still be a kid once in a while.

Are you guys busy? Juniper asked. Well, I said, we're in the middle of this game against a bunch of monsters and we're trying not to die. We're not busy, Annabeth said.

But Annabeth just smiled and put us in jail. As she was heading back to the front line, she turned and winked. See you at the fireworks? She didn't even wait for my answer before darting off into the woods. I looked at Beckendorf. Did she just...ask me out? He shrugged, completely disgusted. Who knows with girls? Give me a haywire dragon, any day. So we sat together and waited while the girls won the game.

Juniper: Are you guys busy? Percy: Well, we're in the middle of this game against a bunch of monsters and we're trying not to die. Annabeth: We're not busy.

I mean, five gods in one stomach—dang. That's enough for doubles tennis, including a ref. They'd been down there so long, they were probably hoping Kronos would swallow down a deck of cards or a Monopoly game.

Where are you taking us? Nico said. You should be honored, my boy. You will have the opportunity to join a great army! Just like that silly game you play with cards and dolls. They're not dolls! They're figurines! And you can take your great army and—

Fighting giants was one thing. Bacchus making into a game was something else.

On a basketball court, five players were in the middle of an intense game. They wore assortment of jerseys from different American teams, and they all seemed keen to win—grunting and snarling at each other, stealing the ball and pushing. Oh…and the players were all baboons.