He'd cuss me out, and then as soon as practice was over, he'd pull me over and told me he needed me to play. It wasn't a disrespect thing, he was just trying to motivate me.
He'd get that little floater over me. He was getting me at the right time. I couldn't do anything that day. He'd flex and talk trash. God, just give me five minutes as my natural self. But it doesn't work like that.
How will you know I am hurting if you cannot see my pain? To wear it on my body tells what words cannot explain.
I told my wife, when I was done playing ball, I wanted to be affiliated with this university. This is the place that gave me a chance to put my ability in the national spotlight and I'm thankful to this university.
I went out there for five minutes and busted him. I talked (trash) for a day. I'm still trying to heal up. My foot is killing me. Every day my foot hurts.
The only thing I knew about Cincinnati was WKRP, and that's the honest-to-God truth.
Things just happen like that to me, I've been blessed to catch those breaks so far. It seems like the minute I get down, another door opens for me.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.