Relay Sports Quotes

Moment, momentum, momentous If you reduce sports to its smallest discrete units, its subatomic particles, you're left with protons and electrons and neutrons called moments. They're the building blocks of every season, every game, every series of downs. Two or more moments may accrete into something more, a propulsive energy called momentum, which in turn can snowball into something greater still, that which is momentous. Consider those consecutive moments last Aug. 4 (2012 summer Olympics) in London, when Michael Phelps-in his final Olympic race-caught and then overtook Japan's Takeshi Matsuda on the butterfly leg of the men's 4 x 100 medley relay. Momentum passed to Phelps's U.S. teammate Nathan Adrian, who pulled away on the freestyle leg, sealing a victory that yielded Phelps's 18th gold medal, and 22nd medal overall, more than any other Olympian in history. It was like the conjugation of some Latin verb: moment, momentum, momentous. Or if you prefer: Veni, vidi, vici (we came, we saw, we conquered). From "moments of the year

Played in the spring and summer, track and field is a collection of running, jumping and throwing events. The goal is to be the fastest, strongest and most liber player on the field with the best scores and time. Events may include the high jump, long jump, 400 meter dash and even relay events.

I’ve decided to bridge out a little, explore different genres, if you will. And because you, my very good friend, are starring in a play penned by none other than the renowned—which I’m sure you know means celebrated—Mr. Grimstone, I decided to try a few of his gothic novels.” “What did you think of the Grimstone stories?” Bram asked from behind them. Turning, Lucetta found that Bram had stepped out of the carriage and was looking dashingly rumpled, with his hair standing on end and his face streaked with soot here and there. Glancing at Millie, Lucetta found her friend considering Bram closely, right before she nodded at Lucetta and arched a brow. “The mysterious grandson, I assume?” “One and the same.” Lucetta pulled Millie forward, stopping right in front of Bram. “Millie, I’d like to introduce you to Abigail’s grandson, Mr. Bram Haverstein. Bram, this is one of my very dearest friends, Millie Mulberry, formerly Millie Longfellow.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Mulberry,” Bram said, bringing Millie’s hand to his lips and placing the expected kiss on it. “Lucetta and my grandmother speak most highly of you.” Millie smiled, the action causing a dimple to pop out on her cheek. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Haverstein. I won’t embarrass you by relaying all the things your grandmother told me and Lucetta about you over the past few months. Although I will admit I thought she was exaggerating your attributes—and that means features—but . . . never mind about that.” Her smile widened. “I’m very relieved to discover that you appear to be relatively normal, and that you’re not sporting a humped back or any other peculiar deformity, something Lucetta and I were afraid your grandmother was trying to hide.” Bram quirked a brow Lucetta’s way. “You’d thought I’d be deformed?” Smiling, Lucetta shrugged. “Abigail made you out to be so mysterious, who could blame us for concluding the worst?” “She kept calling you a dish,” Millie added with a grin.

The winners are awarded medals, but no prize money. The top three finishers in each event receive a medal and a diploma. The next five finishers get only a diploma. Each first-place winner receives a gold medal, which is actually made of silver and coated with gold. The second-place medal is made of silver and the third-place medal is made of bronze. The design for the medal changes for each Olympics. All members of a winning relay team get a medal. In team sports, all the members of a winning team who have played in at least one of the games during the competition receive a medal.

followed by high jump and then finally, the relay race. All of you have to participate, there is no escaping. Let us begin.” Mr. Ruperts said. I swear to you, if the phrase “chain of disasters” didn’t exist until now, it would definitely exist after today. I failed so miserably in every single activity that I don’t think I will ever be able to show my face in a sports field ever again. Let me tell you in detail. Long jump: So basically in long jump, there is a sand pit and a line is drawn outside the pit where you have to jump from. You have to come running towards the line and jump when you reach it. Wherever your feet land on the sand is the distance you have jumped. The farther you jump, there better. Sounds pretty simple, right? Well, my body certainly didn’t seem to think so. My turn to jump was almost toward the last. After seeing everyone jump so well

That summer, we’re in London, mixing Seconds Out, a live album recorded during our four-night stand at Paris’s Palais des Sports in June. I’m driving from Queen Anne’s Grove to Trident, and I see Steve in the street in Notting Hill. “Want a lift to the studio, Steve?” “Ah, no, I’ll call you later.” I arrive at the studio and relay this odd encounter. “Oh, didn’t he tell you? He’s left,” says Mike. I think Steve was too embarrassed to tell me. But also, I later learn, he feared that I might have been the one person who could have persuaded him to reconsider.