Softball Inspirational Quotes

only sport known to have inspired an indignant left-wing poem. It was written by one Sarah Norcliffe Cleghorn in 1915. The golf links lie so near the mill That almost every day The laboring children can look out And see the men at play. Just show me an indignant left-wing poem about softball or bungee jumping. And our local mill has been converted to a shopping mall, so the kids are still there. Golf is also the only sport God is known to play. God and Saint Peter are out on Sunday morning. On the first hole God drives into a water hazard. The waters part and God chips onto the green. On the second hole God takes a tremendous whack and the ball lands ten feet from the pin. There’s an earthquake, one side of the green rises up, and the ball rolls into the cup. On the third hole God lands in a sand trap. He creates life. Single-cell organisms develop into fish and then amphibians. Amphibians crawl out of the ocean and evolve into reptiles, birds, and furry little mammals. One of those furry little mammals runs into the sand trap, grabs God’s ball in its mouth, scurries over, and drops it in the hole. Saint Peter looks at God and says, “You wanna play golf or you wanna fuck around?” And golf courses are beautiful. Many people think mature men have no appreciation for beauty except in immature women. This isn’t true, and, anyway, we’d rather be playing golf. A golf course is a perfect example of Republican male aesthetics—no fussy little flowers, no stupid ornamental shrubs, no exorbitant demands for alimony, just acre upon acre of lush green grass that somebody else has to mow. Truth, beauty, and even poetry are to be found in golf. Every man, when he steps up to the tee, feels, as Keats has it … Like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men Look’d at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien. That is, the men were silent. Cortez was saying, “I can get on in two, easy. A three-wood drive, a five-iron from the fairway, then a two-putt max. But if I hook it, shit, I’m in the drink.” EAT THE RICH

I am number- 19 for life… Her- um- she number- 14. 1 I have flashbacks, I recall- AGREEING with my own thoughts I go back in time. I stepped into my room and closed the door; a sigh of relief escapes my lips. The window of my room oddly, it was locked. I gripped the edge of my window and tried to push the glass up. I remember nights that I would sneak out, and go to the fields with her, I climbed the side of my house. Well, that was a big waste, I thought, other thoughts. The school was a total waste of my time. Summer was all that really mattered. Softball was all that was my world, and her. The girl was giving me mixed signals, I remember it all, yet what I have is that one summer, one minute, she’d be all over me, saying things like I really like you and giving me peppered kisses but the next second, she’d run away from like I had a something wrong. This was outside of the ball field. I’m not an abnormal lady.

I saw nothing- but darkness. Say- I am crazy also, I do not care! I would lie all the time to others, I would lie about my name, I would lie about where I lived, I would lie about being stocked, and Isolated in school I was a liar. I should have never been born; me being born like everyone else was a lie too. I know that now, but I did not back then. I - Jaylynn liked to be part of the softball team. I - Jaylynn liked to dance and sing. I - Jaylynn loves picking flowers in spring. I - Jaylynn also remembers the words that would sting. I - Jaylynn wanted a fling. I - Jaylynn wanted everything and had nothing. I - Jaylynn is who I was, you know I was nothing inspiring. As a young girl, I all was like taking things apart, yet I could not always get them back together.

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