Quote by Neil Peart
I had spindly little ankles, and growing up in Canada, I couldnt s

I had spindly little ankles, and growing up in Canada, I couldnt skate. I was no good at any sports so was very much a pariah through those adolescent years. – Neil Peart

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It was actually drumming that gave me the stamina to get into sports later. – Neil Peart

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To get nostalgic about other peoples music, or even about your own, makes a terrible statement about the condition of your life and your prospects for the future. – Neil Peart

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Its kind of ironic that the two sports with the greatest characters, boxing and horse racing, have both been on the decline. In both cases its for the lack of a suitable hero. – Dick Schaap

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You know, we – we start with a mentality that well take a sports project if its good. And were certainly not on the lookout for them, because to be honest we dont have to. They walk in the door. – Jim Lampley

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I pick projects according to how fascinating they are to me, and it has resulted in a broad reach. My records are actually in five different sports: balloons, airplanes, airships, gliders, and sailboats. – Steve Fossett

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If you have spent any time with Barack Obama, you know hes a funny guy. Hes a good guy. He knows sports. – Edward G. Rendell

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Traveling to Russia and Germany and being able to see the world at a young age was really cool for me, and I really liked that. – Mia Wasikowska

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Im leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when its not raining. – Groucho Marx

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Under his spurning feet, the road
Like an arrowly alpine river flowed
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind…. – Thomas Buchanan Read