The quote came from Herman Edwards a former NFL player and coach in 2009 at a press conference. Its used to highlight the highly competitive spirit of sports and is often used as a joke whenever someone says they’re playing for fun.
This is the greatest thing about sports - you play to win the game. Hello? You don't play to just play it. When you start telling me it doesn't matter, then retire, get out, because it matters.
I’d just like to clear something up regarding the accusations being made about me by some of the female members of this group. The accusations regarding my so called “behaviour” are untrue and extremely hurtful.
To the accuser/s (you know who you are kitten), a few points for your consideration: 🤔
1.) Yes I was asking for feet pics in DMs, I will admit to that. Apparently this can come off as inappropriate for some. So I reluctantly apologize for that.
2.) The feet pics I was attempting to accumulate from this group were strictly for artistic purposes and NON-SEXUAL in nature. Ever heard of a non-sexual foot fetishist? Well sorry to break it to you, but yes we exist! No we are not “creeps”! We are here to fucking stay, so get over it!
3.) I have almost NEVER taken screenshots of the feet that have been sent to me and/or sent these pics to other people.
4.) No I have not been making threats to those who choose to ignore my messages & friend requests. Telling someone who has clearly wronged me that there will consequences for their actions is not a “threat”. I consider it more a... life lesson per se. Learn the difference then report back to me. I’ll be right here awaiting an apology.
5.) And finally, as you can see, I didn’t tag any of the women who wronged me in this post, as doing so would not comply with my ethics, but I will always respect one’s decision to have their own so called “opinion” no matter how misguided it may be. As you can tell, my interests lay mainly in the high arts and I can guarantee you that if and when you do decide to step down off your fucking throne and accept my humble friend requests (feet pics or not) at the very least you will end up having a very compatible and knowledgeable friend .
Hopefully this clears a few things up with the more disgruntled members of the groupI'd just like to clear something up regarding the accusations being made about me by some of the female members of this page. The accusations regarding my so called "behavior" are untrue and extremely hurtful. To the accusers (you know who you are kitten), a few points for your consideration: thinking
1) Yes I was asking for feet pics in DMs, I will admit to that. Apparently this can come off as inappropriate for some. So I reluctantly apologize for that.
2) The feet pics I was attempting to accumulate from this server were strictly for artistic purposes and NON-SEXUAL in nature. Ever heard of a non-sexual foot fetishist? Well sorry to break it.
3) I have almost NEVER taken screenshots of the feet that have been sent to me and/or sent these pics to other people
4) No I have not been making threats to those who choose to ignore my messages & friend requests. Telling someone who has clearly wronged me that there will be consequences for their actions is not a "threat". I consider it more a... life lesson per se. Learn the difference then report back to me. I'll be right here waiting for an apology.
5) And finally, as you can see, I didn't tag any of the women who wronged me in this message, as doing so would not comply with my ethics, but I will always respect one's decision to have their own so called "opinion" no matter how misguided it may be.
As you can tell, my interests lay mainly in the high arts and I can guarantee you that if and when you do decide to step down off your fucking throne and accept my humble friend requests (feet pics or not) at the very least you will end up having a very compatible and knowledgeable friend. Hopefully this clears a few things up with the more disgruntled members of this page.
AKA the THR1000 Earthmover copypasta, its the contents of the secret book in the level ‘7-4’ in Untrakill.
THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT COULD HAVE ENDED, WAR NO LONGER NEEDED ITS ULTIMATE PRACTICIONER, IT HAD BECOME A SELF-SUSTAINING SYSTEM. MAN WAS CRUSHED UNDER THE WHEELS OF THE MACHINE, CREATED TO CREATE THE MACHINE TO CRUSH THE MACHINE. SAMSARA OF CUT SINEW AND CRUSHED BONE, DEATH WITHOUT A LIFE, NULL OUROBOROS, ALL THAT REMAINED IS WAR WITHOUT REASON.
A MAGNUM OPUS, A COLD TOWER OF STEEL, A MACHINE BUILT TO END WAS IS ALWAYS A MACHINE BUILT TO CONTINUE WAR, YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL, OUTSREACHED LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN, YOU WERE BEYOND YOUR CREATORS, YOU REACHED OUT TO GOD, AND YOU FELL, NONE WERE LEFT TO SPEAK YOUR EULOGY, NO FINAL WORDS, NO CONCLUDING STATMENT, NO POINT, PERFECT CLOSURE.
T H I S I S T H E O N L Y W A Y I T S H O U L D V E E N D E D.THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT COULD HAVE ENDED.
WAR NO LONGER NEEDED ITS ULTIMATE PRACTITIONER.
IT HAD BECOME A SELF-SUSTAINING SYSTEM.
MAN WAS CRUSHED UNDER THE WHEELS OF THE MACHINE.
CREATED TO CREATE THE MACHINE TO CRUSH THE MACHINE.
A SAMSARA OF CUT SINEW AND CRUSHED BONE.
DEATH WITHOUT LIFE.
NULL OUROBOROS.
ALL THAT REMAINED WAS WAR WITHOUT REASON.
...
A MAGNUM OPUS.
A COLD TOWER OF STEEL.
A MACHINE BUILT TO END WAR IS ALWAYS A MACHINE BUILT TO CONTINUE WAR.
YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL...
OUTSTRETCHED LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN...
YOU REACHED OUT TO GOD.
AND YOU FELL.
NONE WERE LEFT TO SPEAK YOUR EULOGY.
NO FINAL WORDS.
NO CONCLUDING STATEMENT.
NO POINT.
PERFECT CLOSURE.
THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT SHOULD HAVE ENDED.Comment
byu/Globbert_The_Bobbert from discussion
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Its based on a post in r/AnarchyChess in 2015 called ‘The Green Felt Trap‘.
This is the green felt trap.
You play e4. Opponent plays e5, you play Qh5. While they're laughing at you, you quickly say "oh by the way the black king doesn't have the green felt on the bottom". They pick up their king out of curiosity to check.
That's when you hit them with TOUCH MOVE, MOTHERFUCKER! Only possible move for them is now Ke7. Qxe5#. Works every time.The Green Felt Trap
by inAnarchyChess
I get physically angry watching Max Muncy hit. This man just doesn't chase. You can almost hear him sneering "that's 0.16cm outside" as he takes a ball 1. Two-strike counts don't faze him. Then he'll whip out a hellacious dong on the 9th pitch. He's suffocating. He's Max Muncy.I sat with him at a fancy dinner once, this gala charity event. We were in tuxes and he sat across from me. At one point early on a waiter brought out caesar salads, and Max started rubbing his tummy and making “yummy” noises like a toddler. Just as I picked up my salad fork—Max Muncy slapped it out of my hands. “Don’t,” he said, like scolding a dog. Stunned, I went to pick up the fork again but this time Max placed his sweaty hand on my wrist. “Like me,” he growled. He then mimed rolling up his sleeves…and proceeded to eat his salad with his hands like Cookie Monster. Lettuce and croutons went flying from his fat hands to his mouth. I was about to ask, “What the fuck?” but his blonde date made eye contact with me. She quickly shook her head, as if saying, “Just let him do this. He needs it.” I forgot to ask for his autograph: my biggest regret. Its a Tweet from @RealPokemoki (a MTG pro) who gave an analogy of pigs eating slop for the card game.
You have a favorite restaurant that you've dined at for many years now. You love it because they serve high quality food and are staffed by people who care about making the experience of eating at the restaurant good. One day, you notice a new item on the menu.
Slop.
“What's this for?” You ask the waiter.
“It's for the pigs. Pigs eat slop.”
Over time, a 2nd flavor of slop shows up on the menu. Then a 3rd. Then you notice some of the old menu items you used to love now come with a non-optional side of slop. All menu items are now designed with the pigs in mind, on the chance that one of them might try their hand at human food. The quality and preparation of the human food that's left on the menu also starts to degrade. When you ask the restaurant staff about it they inform you that they no longer have the resources to make sure the human food is prepared correctly; they're too busy making slop. You notice that some of the restaurant patrons that you've become good friends with have stopped showing up. You stop showing up. You are upset with the direction the restaurant is taking and post about it on social media. You get two types of replies.
- I am a pig and I eat slopThe restaurant is doing so well and has so many patrons. How can you be upset? Getting more customers into the restaurant has to be a good thing.
The 2nd comment is particularly frustrating because it naively assumes that the entire restaurant clientele wants the same things. But you don't want 5 different flavors of slop. You want human food that is prepared by people who are passionate about food and who care about the experience of dining at the restaurant being a good one. It's something you used to be able to get here, but can't anymore. You don't care if there are more pigs eating at the restaurant now. You liked things just fine when there were no pigs and contrary to this sentiment, things have gotten worse for you as the restaurant has grown, not better.