I played Chang here under the lights here. I think that was '91. Another good match. I've played a lot more good matches under the lights than I played bad. You tend to remember some of the bad ones unfortunately.
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Bismarck
There are many matches going on but,
The final matches will be played in Africa!
That is about the forth coming 2010 World Cup.
The last matches will be played in Africa and,
We are waiting for the 2010 World Cup;
There and then i will meet my friend Bismarck.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I have played in rain before. I have played in wind before. I have played in cold before, but not all put together. They were the hardest conditions I ever played in.
quote by Michelle Wie
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2010 World Cup
2010 World Cup,
Two brothers played against each other for different countries!
And they were 'Jerome Boateng' who played for Germany and,
His half-brother 'Kevin-Prince Boateng' who played for Ghana;
And Germany won the match by 1-0.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Stay The Best Of Kids
I have played with my children the same way,
On a daily basis.
Everyday.
And...
For most of their lives I have been in sight.
So do not try to reprimand me,
About my inability to be a good parent.
I raised my kids the best I could,
To be good children and nothing more.
'And...
Who played the role of the adult?
While you and your children played,
To stay the best of kids,
Most of your lives? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Generation: The Good Ole Days
I remember a time when radio music was good.
I remember the twin towers and when they stood.
I remember television shows like Boy Meets World and Rocket Power,
sitting there while eating Warheads pretending they weren’t sour.
I remember white Christmases and full streets of lights,
I remember waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve nights.
I remember believing in a fat man with a white beard dressed in red
and every glass of milk and god damn cookie I fed.
I remember board games like Sorry, and Candy Land.
I remember playing in giant turtles; the ones filled with sand.
I remember when all it took was a Yo-Yo to feel fine,
even though I could never walk the dog, it was still a good time.
I remember the days we would all play capture the flag.
I remember the nights we dressed in black and played flashlight tag.
I remember Ghost In The Graveyard never lasted long,
there was always a bad-a** humming the tune of a creepy song.
I remember riding on a big yellow bus to a six hour day of school.
I remember when having Kooshes and Tomagotchi’s was cool.
I remember trading Pogs and Pokémon cards,
but could never get a holographic Charizard.
I remember when MTV actually played music.
I remember when a Big Red wrapper could make you “sick”
I remember when they first came out with big trampolines,
we would jump to the stars; at least that’s how it seemed.
I remember when life was simple.
I remember a night I was able to dream.
poem by Michael Biondi
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The Oldest Game Played
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '
~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~
'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'
~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You have to remember that I played longer than anybody else on the main tour; I played until I was 40, and then played another six years or so on the seniors tour.
quote by Jimmy Connors
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I have good anticipation, and good reaction to the the ball because I've played so many matches in my life.
quote by Martina Hingis
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My father actually moved out from Chicago just so he could play tennis 365 days a year, so it was - it was a place we played every day. We played before school. We played after school. We woke up. We played tennis. We brushed our teeth in that order.
quote by Andre Agassi
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I played Othello, but I didn't sit around thinking how Laurence Olivier did it when he played it. That wouldn't do me any good.
quote by Denzel Washington
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But you see, I have played more good guys than I have played villains.
quote by Gary Oldman
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The Weekend Blues Session
Three days and three nights
playing the guitar blues of life
my mind and body taken back
I can see
the old streets and the seats
where the blues players of old
used to meet
They'd sing of the pain
and the hate
and we'd respect what they
had to say
All these memories coming back
as we played for the times
when blues was our life
We played for the joy
we played for our minds
we played for our souls
we played until the monday morning blues
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Here I was, this good guy that played football; I was gonna go play in college but I had a bad senior year. But I played guitar in assemblies whenever I could.
quote by Bob Livingston
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Maybe, one other match better; but if you look at the tournament as a whole, I played very high quality tennis for seven matches and raised my game when I needed to.
quote by Richard Krajicek
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Stage Love
WHEN the game began between them for a jest,
He played king and she played queen to match the best;
Laughter soft as tears, and tears that turned to laughter,
These were things she sought for years and sorrowed after.
Pleasure with dry lips, and pain that walks by night;
All the sting and all the stain of long delight;
These were things she knew not of, that knew not of her,
When she played at half a love with half a lover.
Time was chorus, gave them cues to laugh or cry;
They would kill, befool, amuse him, let him die;
Set him webs to weave to-day and break to-morrow,
Till he died for good in play, and rose in sorrow.
What the years mean; how time dies and is not slain;
How love grows and laughs and cries and wanes again;
These were things she came to know, and take their measure,
When the play was played out so for one man’s pleasure.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Penny Arcade
(sammy king)
A light shown in the night some way ahead, blue turned into green then it was red
And stirring the night love music played the light I saw in the night was a penny arcade
Hey step up and play each machine seemed to say,as I walked round and round the penny arcade
Just ring the bell on the big bagatelle and youll make all those colored lights cascade
And music played at the penny arcade, yes it played and it played, played all the time
Roll up and spend your last dime
At first I thought it a dream that I was in, lost, lost in a sea of glass and tin
But no, so dipping my hand in the back of my jeans I grabbed a handful of coins to feed the machine
Repeat chorus
Oh! repeat chorus
Roll up and spend your last, roll up and spend your last,
Roll up and spend your last dime
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Night That Tito Played
It was a hot night
The crowd was hangin' in the neighborhood
Everybody there was lookin' so cool
Everyone was feelin' so good
Now, mister puente
They said he'd be here by ten-thirty
Said he was comin' back to his roots again
To finds some old friends
The night that Tito played
My life forever changed
I felt my heart and soul come alive
I felt it all
Movin' and swayin' under the moon
Prayin' to the rhythm of a puente tune
The night that Tito played
Nothin' was ever the same
There was Romona
She came uptown from corona
Right there on the stairway of the subway train
We danced real slow
(she was heaven to know)
She whispered secrets
The way she kissed me it was perfect
We held on in the shadows of the city lights
Oh, it felt so right
The night that Tito played
My life forever changed
I felt my heart and soul come alive
I felt it all
Movin' and swayin' under the moon
Prayin' to the rhythm of a puente tune
The night that Tito played
Nothin' was ever the same
The night that Tito played
My life forever changed
I felt my heart and soul come alive
I felt it all
Movin' and swayin' under the moon
Prayin' to the rhythm of a puente tune
The night that Tito played
Nothin' would ever be the same
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Old Upright Piano
For as long as I remember, when friday night came round
The family would gather out at grandpas house.
With supper over and the dishes done
It was then the best time came
At an old upright piano that only grandma played.
She played beautiful dreamer, my wild irish rose;
She never played em perfect, but there was love in every note.
Grandpa sat beside her, in harmony they sang,
At the old upright piano that only grandma played.
Grandpa was a stubborn man, they said it was his style.
Grandma called him ornery, but she said it with a smile.
Even he could not disguise the love he felt so strong;
We all could see it in his eyes when she played his favorite song.
She played beautiful dreamer, my wild irish rose;
She never played em perfect, but there was love in every note.
Grandpa sat beside her, in harmony they sang,
At the old upright piano that only grandma played.
I was almost 17 when my grandma died;
I stayed all night with grandpa; the old man never cried.
He sat at her piano, there was nothing we could say
It was the first time in my life I ever heard my grandpa play.
It wasnt beautiful dreamer or my wild irish rose
It was a song he played from memory & he never missed a note
I sat right there beside him until the morning came
What a friend we have in jesus was the only song he played.
She played beautiful dreamer, my wild irish rose;
She never played em perfect, but there was love in every note.
Grandpa sat beside her, in harmony they sang,
At the old upright piano that only grandma played.
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Honky Tonk Saturday Night
Angels and devils share the same tables
And thats not so wrong if you get it done right.
Halos and horns lock up on the dance floor
On a honkytonk saturday night.
Its a honkytonk saturday night,
Its not who is who, its who will or who might.
With luck shell turn on fore they turn out the lights
On a honkytonk saturday night.
I played the jukebox, I played some merle haggard,
Me and the waitress think hes outta sight.
Then some folks got thirsty while we were dancin
On a honkytonk saturday night.
Its a honkytonk saturday night,
Its not who is who, its who will or who might.
With luck Ill turn her on fore they turn out the lights
On a honkytonk saturday night.
With luck Ill take her home fore they turn out the lights
On a honkytonk saturday night.
song performed by by George Strait
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I think any band we played with would be a weird match. We're on our own, a little out there, but it's a good thing. I think we're complimentary to each other.
quote by Jon Crosby
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