That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.
The best thing about freshmen is that they become sophomores.
Winning is overrated. The only time it is really important is in surgery and war.
The people who know basketball, their elevators don't go to the top.
We rush for the stars as we crawl toward our graves.
Life is what you allow yourself not to see.