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In sports... you play from the time youre eight years old, and the

In sports… you play from the time youre eight years old, and then youre done forever. – Joe Montana

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Winners, I am convinced, imagine their dreams first. They want it with all their heart and expect it to come true. There is, I believe, no other way to live. – Joe Montana

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Dreams
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Joe Montana
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Man, coaching is a hard job, and it requires a lot of time… I hear stories from coaches who tell me that players call them in the middle of the night not knowing where they parked their car. – Joe Montana

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car
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Joe Montana
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I was an All-American in wrestling in high school, was National Champion in Chinese kickboxing in 1999 and have spent a lot of time around professional athletes, which includes my eight-plus years as CEO of a sports nutrition company. – Tim Ferriss

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Sports

The families of many athletes – incensed at the sports leagues and hoping to make games safer overall – are increasingly making the brains of players who die prematurely and suspiciously available for study. Some athletes are even making the bequest themselves. – Jeffrey Kluger

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Sports

The American people are sheep. Theyre comfortable, rich, working. Its like the Romans, theyre happy with bread and their spectator sports. The Super Bowl means more to them than any right. – Jack Kevorkian

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Sports

I played professional level sports. When youre playing for money, its a whole other level. – Kurt Russell

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Sports

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If youre not a born-again Christian, youre a failure as a human being. – Jerry Falwell

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I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets

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