Erm, is he wearing a billiard glove? Is there such a thing as a billiard glove? How would anyone get anyone else to lay down a bet on some impossible pool shot if they’re wearing a pool glove? And you’re not supposed to wear a vest that says you’re some sort of pool shark. You’re supposed to wear a t-shirt with “Vince” on it in big block letters.
(Thanks to reader and commenter Fred Z for sending that one along)
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. — Teddy Roosevelt
This is so much better than watching yesterday’s Broncos/Chargers game. I mean, at least the Patriots games have musket fire when the Flying Elvises score.
Cooperation and teamwork to the nth degree, all in the service of a common, difficult goal. There’s no showboating in the endzone, either. Of course if you’ve got the energy to showboat in the endzone, you were never really giving your all in the first place.
These men are upholding a tradition. The sun never sets on the British Empire. It’s a little country now, but there’s hardly a place on the map today that’s worth a turd that Victoria didn’t have something to say about at one time. The ex-British places are currently getting along alright without Royal Navy Field Guns on hand. But it looks like they could show up with them right quick if need be, so mind your manners.
May the road rise up to meet you — but good
May the wind be always at your back– no matter how much the world is spinning
May the sun shine warm upon your face — which is bleeding a bit
And the rains fall soft upon your fields — where you’re out, standing
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand — until he scores and spikes you once more.