Quotes About Rivalry

I have no doubt that LeBron James would've loved to have played against Michael Jordan, but that simply is not going to happen.

I always find competition in each and every thing I do, and it will bring competition - no doubt about it.

When two teams skirmish with each other or the two drivers don't like talking to each other, all you do is go backward. There's no doubt about it.

There are no friends in boxing, I've said that from day one.

Like, I'm not enjoying LeBron's greatness right now. I mean, I have no fun playing against him. So you don't get to enjoy it until you look back.

There's no love lost between me and Mitt Romney.

You've gotta respect everybody. If they race hard against you, you've got to race hard against them. It's very simple; if there's respect both ways, there's no problem.

It is part of the essential Arsenal experience that they are loathed.

I don't know what to do about Justin continuing to fleece my family. How much did you lose? Alan shrugged and sipped. About one seventy-five. Catching Shelby's eye, he grinned. I only play with Justine for diplomatic reasons. As she continued to stare he leaned back against the buffet. And, dammit, one day I'm going to beat him.

Mostly, we argued about who which of us was better at arguing, and particularly about who had won the previous argument.

After long enough, everyone in the world will be you enemy.

We've always been enemies, Flay. And we always will be.

Game on, asshole

The whole country is divided into two camps," wrote Dave Boone in the San Francisco Chronicle. "People who never saw a horse race in their lives are taking sides. If the issue were deferred another week, there would be a civil war between the War Admiral Americans and the Seabiscuit Americans.

With heads thrown back, legs pumping out of sync, Louie and Lash drove for the tape. With just a few yards remaining, Lash began inching up, drawing even. The two runners, legs rubbery with exhaustion, flung themselves past the judges in a finish so close, Louie later said, "you couldn't put a hair between us.

Louie made a habit of sitting next to the mountainous shot putter Jack Torrance, who had an inexplicably tiny appetite. When Torrance couldn't finish his entrée, Louie dropped onto the plate like a vulture.

But Sean wasn't going to let her win. Not this time. She'd won the last round, back in Rome, when the wooden door to her room in the slightly cheesy pensione nearly flattened him.

And though Finn was tall, his arms and legs ropey with farm muscle, the Rudes were wider and stronger, and there were about four and a half too many of them.

Yes! The Yanks had creamed the Red Sox last night.

Columbus and Fonseca despised one another and fought bitterly.

A leader is known as much by the quality of his enemies as the quantity of his friends, and Ted Kennedy's greatest enemy was the president of the United States. Nixon feared that the senator from Massachusetts might one day rise from the dark waters of Chappaquiddick to challenge him and his party. Nixon

Left unsaid was that unity required a common enemy. One box in which to collect all their anger; one straw man to wear the hats of everything they feared.

Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the same road, one of them has to give place.

And on the other side of the ledger, unions like the Teamsters often employed their own muscle, their own reigns of terror, including bombings, arsons, beatings, and murders. The warfare and violence were not just between labor and management. It was often between rival unions vying for the same membership. Sadly, it was often violence directed at rank-and-file union members who urged democratic reform of their unions. The