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I Have Never Been Convinced There's Anything Inherently Wrong In Having Fun.

The Smaller The Ball Used In The Sport, The Better The Book.

The Pleasure Of Sport Was So Often The Chance To Indulge The Cessation Of Time Itself--the Pitcher Dawdling On The Mound, The Skier Poised At The Top Of A Mountain Trail, The Basketball Player With The Rough Skin Of The Ball Against His Palm Preparing For A Foul Shot, The Tennis Player At Set Point Over His Opponent--all Of Them Savoring A Moment Before Committing Themselves To Action.

You Do Not Cut A Check In The State Of Kansas To John Doe, Executioner. The Executioner Is Paid In Cash So There's No Trail To Him

Give Me Good Books, Good Conversations, And My Trek Y-foil, And I Shall Want For Nothing Else.