Tami: Can I help you make the decision?
Coach Taylor: Sure, go ahead. Make the decision. What’s your decision? Make the call.
Tami: Start Saracen.
Coach Taylor: Start Saracen? I cannot start Matt Saracen.
Tami: Start Voodoo.
Coach Taylor: I don’t want to start Voodoo.
Tami: Start me.
Coach Taylor: I would love to start you.
Paul: For Michigan fans, football is a religion. And the Ohio State game is Easter.
There’s a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore looking like an idiot.
Radio: Feed the dogs, spit the fire, lock up your daughters. Turn on the radio, sit down, and shut up ’cause it is game time, people!
Coach Taylor: I’ll tell you something. I know you didn’t want me to step foot in your house tonight. I’ll tell you something else and don’t you ever forget this. You should feel proud. You should feel real proud.
Matt: Yes, sir.
Coach Taylor: This is all yours for the taking. Depends on how much you want it. It’s yours for the taking. The other night you played for a few minutes. Tomorrow, four quarters. You can’t be distracted by anything. You’re gonna have a lot of distractions. You’re gonna have our fans, their fans. You got the band. You got the cheerleaders with their pretty young-shaped legs bouncing up and down. You got a job to do. Nothing else.
Coach Taylor: Saracen. I need you to work a little bit harder. You need to learn this offense, son. You need to know this offense in your mind, in your body. You need to know this offense so well that your children are gonna know this offense in their own DNA. Do you understand me? Do you understand?
Matt: Yes, sir.
Coach Taylor: All right, go on.
It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and can coast down them…. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motorcar only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.
The steps of one’s progress are distinctly marked. At the end of each lesson he knows he has acquired something, and he also knows what that something is, and likewise that it will stay with him. It is not like studying German, where you mull along, in a groping, uncertain way, for thirty years; and at last, just as you think you’ve got it, they spring the subjunctive on you, and there you are. No — and I see now, plainly enough, that the great pity about the German language is, that you can’t fall off it and hurt yourself. There is nothing like that feature to make you attend strictly to business. But I also see, by what I have learned of bicycling, that the right and only sure way to learn German is by the bicycling method. That is to say, take a grip on one villainy of it at a time, and learn it — not ease up and shirk to the next, leaving that one half learned.
Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live.
There are two kinds of bathing suits, those that are adapted for use in the water, and those that are unfit for use except on dry land. If you are going to swim, wear a water bathing suit. But if you are merely going to play on the beach and pose for your camera friends, you may safely wear the dry land variety.
I resolved to follow my dream. I wanted to push every boundary. I wanted to swim further than anyone else. I wanted to cross seas and round capes that no one had dreamed of swimming before. And I wanted to swim in waters that were so cold no one thought it was possible to survive in them. And though it promised to make me poor and would take away the security provided by a career in law, that didn’t worry me.
You must not dither – swim like you’re running through a minefield.
Jeremy: Look, I know these are animals, and they don’t play bridge and go to the prom, but you can’t tell me that the little one didn’t know who his mother was. That’s gotta mean something. And later, at the hospital, Bob Shoemaker was telling me about the nobility and tradition of hunting and how it related to the native American Indians. And I nodded and I said that was interesting while I was thinking about what a load of crap it was. Hunting was part of Indian culture. It was food and it was clothes and it was shelter. They sang and danced and offered prayers to the gods for a successful hunt so that they could survive just one more unimaginably brutal winter. The things they had to kill held the highest place of respect for them, and to kill for fun was a sin. And they knew the gods wouldn’t be so generous next time. What we did wasn’t food and it wasn’t shelter and it sure wasn’t sports. It was just mean.
Dan: I’ve been thinking a lot about soccer lately.
Dan: I’m pretty much through with that.
Dan: Ya know, to save my life I couldn’t name five teams that play in the MLS? I know there’s Luxembourg.
Casey: The MLS is an American soccer league.
Dan: Luxembourg doesn’t play in this league?
Dan: So I don’t even know Luxembourg.
Dan: I’ll tell you what else. I’m starting to get a little cheesed at people telling me the reason I don’t like soccer is that I don’t understand it. I think I do understand it. I think I understand it just fine. I just happen to think it’s a mind-numbing bore, and that any reasonable person would rather be playing it than watching it.
Casey: Well, I know it doesn’t match the pulse-pounding excitement of a good sailboat race.
Natalie: Two guys have ascended five miles into the sky. They walked up a wall of ice, and are preparing to knock on the door of Heaven itself. There’s really no end to what we can do. You know what the trick is?
Natalie: Get in the game.
It didn’t matter what he had going on off the court or if he was sick or this or that, he never used an excuse. He came out every single night on the court and did what he had to do to get his job done. That’s what champions do: It doesn’t matter what else is going on. When you walk in to your arena, whatever you excel at, you’re there to take care of the job that you have to do.
I am building a fire, and everyday I train, I add more fuel. At just the right moment, I light the match.
The first thing is to love your sport. Never do it to please someone else. It has to be yours.
I’m trying to do the best I can. I’m not concerned with tomorrow, but with what goes on today.
It’s all about the journey, not the outcome.
You have to train your mind like you train your body.
I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.
We didn’t lose the game; we just ran out of time.
I was tremendously honored to make the All-American team but I don’t feel that I have to strain to live up to some mythical something. Yesterday’s sports hero is a lot like yesterday’s newspaper–you always know there’s a fresh one coming tomorrow.
Some people try to find things in this game that don’t exist but football is only two things – blocking and tackling.
Golf asks something of a man. It makes one loathe mediocrity. It seems to say, “If you are going to keep company with me, don’t embarrass me.”
Soccer coach: Why are you smiling?
Timothy: I can only get better!
Oscar: I can play basketball if you need any help.
Michael: I will use your talents come baseball season, my friend. Or if we box.
Claire: Are those jazz dancing shoes?
Phil: Tightrope walking shoes. Got them on sale, only used once.
Claire: That’s not a ringing endorsement.
“It was 84-0 at the end. Actually, they stopped it early for some reason.”
Stuart suppressed a smile. “Bad luck, Bertie. But I’m sure that they’ll do better next time.” He paused. “What do you think went wrong, Bertie?”
Bertie thought for a moment. “I think it’s because our team was told that they should share the ball, Daddy. So they did. They shared.”