I come from a long line of sportsmen.
This year my role is clear: I am a coach a coach to sportsmen.
A room full of great sportsmen is so much better than a room full of actors.
Then in a fraction of a second I realized that these sportsmen were not anyone's enemies.
People complain professional sportsmen are locked away but when they get out and enjoy themselves people have a go.
Among sportsmen are the noble the diligent and the caring as there are the callous the cheats and the criminals.
Injuries is a part of a sportsmen life; you have to live with it. You can't be down with that; it is not gonna help you.
It's this no-nonsense side of women that is pleasant to deal with. They are the real sportsmen.
The mark of great sportsmen is not how good they are at their best but how good they are their worst.
Defeated misery is what all sport is about eventually if you follow the story for long enough; all sportsmen know this.
And nobody is talking about taking guns away from hunters or sportsmen or banning all guns. Nobody is talking about that.
For many sportsmen coming face to face with irrefutable evidence of their mortality is the moment they dread above all others.
The white tails of rabbits according to some theologians have a purpose namely to make it easier for sportsmen to shoot them.
I've never pumped myself up or made myself angry as some sportsmen do. I think that one should treat his opponent with great respect.
Of course sportsmen and women are not only great role models they are great fashion models too as they are at the peak of physical perfection.