I’d get to within a yard of that door you walk through and the thing would go mad. I used to carry an X-ray in my briefcase, to show them. But I had all the metal taken out.
WrestleMania is a week-long series of events, and the logistics of executing that week along with the week leading into it and the week after it are extraordinarily difficult in our own back yard.
I loved every minute of my childhood – sunbathing on the fire escape, digging for buried treasure in the back yard, pulling alewives out of the sand… Then it was all taken away from me. I came back every summer to visit my father until I was 18, but I was always the outsider.
Give the enemy an inch, he’ll take a yard.
I have a stack of those plastic card hotel room keys that I picked up on this latest book tour. It’s about a yard tall. Ah yes, a stack of lonely nights.
One thing I learned working at the Brooklyn Navy Yard was to be on time. If the day begins at 8 A.M., be there early, get there, punch the time clock; don’t just stand there like an oaf.
Actors, to a certain extent, never grow up, you see. It’s an extension of being out in the back yard with a stick, only you’re being paid to do it. It’s borderline madness.
Our main efforts for our foundation is our HEARTest Yard program that we run here in Charlotte at Levine Children’s Hospital.
I’ve never had a yard sale, ever, in my life. I don’t know if I ever thought about stuff I would get rid of.
I think people need to watch ‘Chi-Raq’ because you need to know what’s happening in your back yard.
If you don’t try to win you might as well hold the Olympics in somebody’s back yard.
If somebody dumps something noxious in my back yard, the dumper is the last one I would call on to repair the damage.
I need enough room to eventually throw a baseball with a child; that’s all the yard I need. That’s all I want.
I love raccoons. I had a raccoon figurine collection as a kid, and I now have two movies with ‘Ranger Rick’ jokes in them. I love ’em. They come in my back yard all the time, and we just stare at each other like a couple of idiots.
We had this little yard, and during the summer holidays, when my mum and dad were working, I spent hours bowling a golf ball at a stick. Just bowling, bowling, bowling. And I got to where I could hit the stick every time, repeating the same action. That’s where the darts came from.
I never really take shortcuts. I was always one of those people who, instead of cutting across someone’s yard on the way home from school, I would go to the end of the block and turn.
You know, when I was a young boy I used to play baseball in my back yard or in the street with my brothers or the neighborhood kids. We used broken bats and plastic golf balls and played for hours and hours.
I was always impressed by how much my dad went out in the yard and played with me and my siblings when we were kids. I’m sure he was tired coming back from work, since he traveled a lot. But he always took time out of his day to go out in the yard.
When I was a kid, we always had big gardens, acres of stuff we grew out in the yard.
For the most part, I hang out in my back yard with my dog, but there’s no paparazzi trying to check that out.
My dad put up a great hoop in our front yard in our driveway. I was in Oregon, so I had to be out there in the rain. We didn’t always have a gym to go to.
You see airbrushed images of me, but I know the person who’s walking barefoot, dodging dog poo in the yard.
I had brothers and sisters and did chores and had to pick up the dog crap in the yard and mow the lawn and do all the normal things that kids have to do.
We always had so many kids in our family, running around the yard, sweaty little kids jumping in and out of the pool, the front door and back doors swinging open and shut, all of the parents getting pissed off telling us to stay outside.
One day, when we were coming back from school, we saw this big cloud of smoke coming up, and all these fire-trucks in the yard. The garage was burning down. I was 14, and we’d lost everything.
I was never a very adventurous eater growing up, despite the fact that my mother is a nutritionist and my parents have always had a garden in our yard.
The San Diego region in many ways is defined by our relationship with the ocean. It’s our front yard and a beautiful playground for families and visitors. It should be clean, safe, and inviting.
If you’ve got a plot the size of a car or a tiny yard in Italy, you’re going to be growing tomatoes and basil and celery and carrots, and everybody is still connected to the land.
I wander around the house and write in bed, at the kitchen table, by the window, in the yard.
I wanted to own a junk yard as a child, you know. I used to smash cars and think, ‘Oh, my God, there’s been an accident.’ My mother would take me to junk yards, and I look back on that and I think, ‘Wow, that was really loving.’
Of course, in our grade school, in those days, there were no organized sports at all. We just went out and ran around the school yard for recess.
My dream is to have a creativity barn, in my back yard, which is full of musical instruments and every kind of paint and oils and paper, and you can just go in and make something.
Marry an outdoors woman. Then if you throw her out into the yard on a cold night, she can still survive.
I knew about boxing, as my dad could fight. He had a successful security firm in Liverpool, and I’d see him come back from a jog before shadow boxing in the back yard. I’d watch and replicate what he was doing, as kids do. It’s funny how things turn out.
There are blessings in being close to the soil, in raising your own food even if it is only a garden in your yard and a fruit tree or two. Those families will be fortunate who, in the last days, have an adequate supply of food because of their foresight and ability to produce their own.
I feel like Court Yard Hounds keeps us idling. I think Emily and I function better when we’re continually making music and playing, and this is a way to keep doing that.
I always wanted to play Lestrade of Scotland Yard ’cause he’s a buffoon that gets to wear a uniform. I thought that would be fun.
I don’t care who you are, you’re going to choke in certain matches. You get to a point where your legs don’t move and you can’t take a deep breath. You start to hit the ball about a yard wide, instead of inches.
I think that people don’t know how to do anything anymore. My father was a janitor. He could take a car apart and put it back together. He could build a house in the back yard. Today, if you ask people what they know, they say, ‘I know how to hire someone.’
Dream a big dream, a bold dream. Don’t play conservatively between the 40 yard lines. Don’t just play it safe.
It is too maddening. I’ve got to fly off, right now, to some devilish navy yard, three hours in a seasick steamer, and after being heartily sick, I’ll have to speak three times, and then I’ll be sick coming home. Still, who would not be sick for England?
My initial attraction to ‘Red Tails’ was the opportunity to play a character that was not me. ‘Stomp the Yard’ was a great film, but I played myself there.
Growing up in a small town of two thousand people, there wasn’t too many ways to get in trouble. But I found some. We got caught stealing green plums from this old lady’s yard.
The thought processes that go through my head when I’m playing a game compared to the thought processes in real life are very, very different. And they’re more interesting to me than what you think about when you’re doing the dishes, cleaning the yard, watching TV, driving or watching a movie.
I love a good breakfast – grits and eggs, French toast, turkey bacon. My grandmother on my father’s side used to make tea cakes, and her breakfasts were unbelievable. There was fresh ham, and she would go out to the yard to get fresh eggs. She lived in rural Louisiana, and we’d spend summers with her.
Despite tantalizing suggestions of fossilized microbes in meteorites, puzzling and possibly biogenic methane gas in the martian atmosphere, and a long-standing controversy over the Viking lander experiments of nearly 40 years ago, there’s still no Exhibit A that points unequivocally to biology in our own back yard.
We all want to thank Emmitt for allowing us to enjoy every yard.
We’d get $3.50 a bushel. A bushel is a lot of peas. You know how many peas you have to pick to fill a bushel? We would work from 6 to 2, then I’d have to go home and cut the yard.
I’ve always wanted a big old house with a big yard and lots of kids.
Matt Ryan does a great job of throwing the ball. No quarterback within the 20 to 25 yard range is throwing the ball any better than Matt Ryan.
I hope for the experience of people standing together, turning their backs to the city and facing this, and hearing the leaves rustle. Well, maybe it won’t be as bucolic as at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, but I know you will feel removed from the city.
You have to get out there and compete. You have to work hard. People aren’t just going to come knocking on your door and say, ‘Please let me invest $1 billion in your back yard.’ You need to be able to go and match the pitch and close the deal.
By the time I was twelve, I had started my own theater company and was doing plays in the backyard and the front yard and all over the neighborhood, so, you know, I was definitely a lifer even back when I was 10.
