Subject: Days of Petanque:
Date: March 21, 2020 at 8:41:02 AM PDT
Practicing my shooting at home. Now if can only straighten up again. I hate this game. If I'm still stuck here after dark, please bring me a blanket and a cup of tea.
Oh. Oh. Ow. Ow.
Carlos: Watch out Kevin. I'm coming for you.
Kevin: I don't think so.
(insert soundtrack to Rocky)
Carlos: No, maybe I can't win, maybe the only thing I can do is just take everything he's got. But to beat me, he's gonna have to kill me, and to kill me, he's gonna have to have the heart to stand in front of me, and to do that, he's gotta be willing to die himself and I don't know if he's ready to do that. I don't know, I don't know.
Dave: You Know What You Are? A Tomato. You got heart but you boule like a God-Damn ape. Stay in school and use your brain. Be a doctor, be a lawyer, carry a leather briefcase like me. Forget about sports as a profession. Sports make ya grunt and smell. See, be a thinker, not a stinker.
Peter: Do you hate Carlos?
Carlos: Watch out Kevin. I'm coming for you.
Kevin: I don't think so.
(insert soundtrack to Rocky)
Carlos: No, maybe I can't win, maybe the only thing I can do is just take everything he's got. But to beat me, he's gonna have to kill me, and to kill me, he's gonna have to have the heart to stand in front of me, and to do that, he's gotta be willing to die himself and I don't know if he's ready to do that. I don't know, I don't know.
Dave: You Know What You Are? A Tomato. You got heart but you boule like a God-Damn ape. Stay in school and use your brain. Be a doctor, be a lawyer, carry a leather briefcase like me. Forget about sports as a profession. Sports make ya grunt and smell. See, be a thinker, not a stinker.
Peter: Do you hate Carlos?
Kevin: No, I don't hate Carlos. I pity the fool, and I will destroy any man who tries to take what I got!
Kevin: So, what I'll be calling on is good ol' fashion blunt-force trauma. Horsepower. Heavy-duty, cast-iron, pile driving shots that will have to hurt so much they'll rattle his ancestors. Every time you hit him with a shot, it's gotta feel like he tried kissing the express train. [cracks neck] Yeah! Let's start building some hurtin' boules!
Dave: It's already over.
Carlos: Nothing's over 'til it's over.
Dave: What's that from, the 80's?
Carlos: That's probably the 70's.
Carlos: Nothing's over 'til it's over.
Dave: What's that from, the 80's?
Carlos: That's probably the 70's.
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My apologies to the Rocky Balboa franchise. But if you are sorely offended by my liberties with the Rocky sacred dialog, send me an email with unsubscribe and I will think much better of you. And remove your name from the list. And from my memory. Oh. Wait. I think I've already forgotten you. See how easy that was?
My apologies to the Rocky Balboa franchise. But if you are sorely offended by my liberties with the Rocky sacred dialog, send me an email with unsubscribe and I will think much better of you. And remove your name from the list. And from my memory. Oh. Wait. I think I've already forgotten you. See how easy that was?
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While we are on the subject of boxing, one of my favorite songs is The Boxer by Paul Simon.
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains,
Could be describing my relationship to petanque.
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Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm & constant. —Socrates
Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm & constant. —Socrates
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