Never was I booed.
quote by Willie Stargell
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Don't hate me 'cause I'm booed a fool!
quote by Brian Celio
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For the first couple of years I played really bad tennis. It was so bad that they booed me off the court.
quote by Richard Krajicek
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Five minutes before I went on, I looked at my manager and said, I'm going to get booed. I know it's going to happen. And you're responsible because you put me on here. It was horrible. I've never been more hurt in my entire life.
quote by Shannen Doherty
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There was a young sculptor from Thanet
Who's favourite medium was granite;
But everyone booed
At his statue, so rude
That the censors decided to ban it.
(Written Oct 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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If there was a big gardening convention, and you got up and gave a speech in favor of fast-motion gardening, I bet you would get booed right off the stage. They're just not ready.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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You know that a given in life in human nature, is that at a sporting event, a baseball game, a football game, you never introduce a politician, is because he'll be booed. I don't care if he's the most beloved person in the world, its part of the game.
quote by Mark Russell
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Goodnight
You thought shyness was to blame
And you'd get to live your life again
When you get to wish everyone goodnight
As the crowd booed out your name
At least they spelled it right, so you don't complain
Why everyone is wishing you goodnight
And maybe I'm wrong
And maybe you're right
What if I was the only one who can say goodnight
It's your heroes who are to blame
Constantly saying things that they don't explain
Well that's too bad, but I still can't say goodnight
And I just can't stay tonight
I woke up saying goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight
song performed by by Idlewild
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Domestic Shades-23
In The Crowd
Once on a day of Aadi- discount sale
My daughters took me out for a purchase
Whereat I was moved and moved and lost
Amid the lunacy of the mob thronging over..
Like a lost child lost
Tearfully eyeing for my daughters..
Bonanza booed threatening to find my refuge
Outside the shop whence finally
Picked me up my peevish daughters
Pointing at me that I was mindless
Like my forsaken maid
They proposed thence ever to exclude petite little me
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Tweaked and Sweetened Monologues
Spotlights are not used,
To coverup blemishes...
Kept masked and perfected in shadows.
When one chooses to appear centerstage,
There is no where to hide...
A masquerading and aging charade.
A flaw preferred to be left unseen...
Is lifted from muscles twitched,
As soon as that spotlight switch
Removes all the darkness...
That had limited visions to see.
And soliloquies rehearsed...
With purposes to please,
By the use of intensed and sweetened...
Tearjerking tweaked monologues,
Will not bring satisfaction to all witnessing.
Trained liars in performances stale and routine...
Reciting lines to convince from a dated script,
Without heart or feelings connected to it.
Are often booed and shown the exit!
Especially when the audience
Has been charged a higher price...
To observe someone they paid to give them sweat.
And the one expected to produce...
Could care less if they were there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Gunslingers
Two gunslingers, walked out in the street
And one said I dont wanna fight no more
And the other gunslinger thought about it
And he said, yeah what are we fighting for?
Im t akin control of my life,
Im takin control of my life
Im takin control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah
Well the crowd that assembled
For the gun fight were let down
Everyone hissed and booed
And a stranger told h is mrs.
Thats the last one of these gunfights
Youre ever gonna drag me to
Im takin control of my life,
Im takin control of my life
Im takin control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah
Well the two gunslinge rs
Went ridin out of town and
Were never heard from no more
And there aint been a gun fight
For a long time, maybe never
But nobody knows for sure
Im takin control of my life,
Im takin control of my life
Im t akin control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Who Killed Davey Moore?
Who killed davey moore,
Why an whats the reason for?
Not i, says the referee,
Dont point your finger at me.
I couldve stopped it in the eighth
An maybe kept him from his fate,
But the crowd wouldve booed, Im sure,
At not gettin their moneys worth.
Its too bad he had to go,
But there was a pressure on me too, you know.
It wasnt me that made him fall.
No, you cant blame me at all.
Who killed davey moore,
Why an whats the reason for?
Not us, says the angry crowd,
Whose screams filled the arena loud.
Its too bad he died that night
But we just like to see a fight.
We didnt mean for him t meet his death,
We just meant to see some sweat,
There aint nothing wrong in that.
It wasnt us that made him fall.
No, you cant blame us at all.
Who killed davey moore,
Why an whats the reason for?
Not me, says his manager,
Puffing on a big cigar.
Its hard to say, its hard to tell,
I always thought that he was well.
Its too bad for his wife an kids hes dead,
But if he was sick, he shouldve said.
It wasnt me that made him fall.
No, you cant blame me at all.
Who killed davey moore,
Why an whats the reason for?
Not me, says the gambling man,
With his ticket stub still in his hand.
It wasnt me that knocked him down,
My hands never touched him none.
I didnt commit no ugly sin,
Anyway, I put money on him to win.
It wasnt me that made him fall.
No, you cant blame me at all.
Who killed davey moore,
Why an whats the reason for?
Not me, says the boxing writer,
Pounding print on his old typewriter,
Sayin, boxing aint to blame,
Theres just as much danger in a football game.
Sayin, fist fighting is here to stay,
Its just the old american way.
It wasnt me that made him fall.
No, you cant blame me at all.
Who killed davey moore,
Why an whats the reason for?
Not me, says the man whose fists
Laid him low in a cloud of mist,
Who came here from cubas door
Where boxing aint allowed no more.
I hit him, yes, its true,
But thats what I am paid to do.
Dont say murder, dont say kill.
It was destiny, it was gods will.
Who killed davey moore,
Why an whats the reason for?
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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